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On #vegan, plant based pleasure, #tanning & other things

  • The lemon rice & Sriracha fried tofu I made last night was a hit! It was a much better meal that I’d had at the seriously over-rated Pok Pok the day before. Seriously. I kept track of what I was doing for future reference. Like I said to Charlie I guess it’s good I have lapses occasionally, because they confirm to me that non vegan food isn’t generally any yummier or more satisfying. Quite often there’s a point where I’m a bit grossed out as well, like when I get a bit of fat or tendon or something. Ewww.

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  • Even though I didn’t even crack 300 with my burn from yesterday’s workout, I feel it in my hamstrings today. I got up early to maybe-exercise, only I won’t cause I’m going to retail. Doesn’t matter if this’ll be a 4-day week.
  • 1-day per week of retail is just about perfect. I wouldn’t mind low-wage, menial work so much if it didn’t seem bound & destined to come with verbal abuse & shoddy treatment. For $10 an hour, they should be happy you show up in clean clothing & are polite to the customers, especially if a company isn’t invested enough in you to even provide a regular schedule. (New Jersey just passed the $15 minimum wage btw.) I really think I’d like grocery store work much better, because there isn’t this pressure to aggressively sell, sell, sell. Anyway, I have to leave 90-min before start time today, since it’s Friday and I can’t hitch a ride.
  • I will apparently never get into biking OR driving in PDX. I could still borrow a mountain bike, but it’s a really heavy bike which is NOT good for things like climbing the massive hill. Also it’s a little too big for me, and you kind of want to feel as secure as possible if you’re going to attempt riding along a sidewalk-less, shoulder free, windy road. I also never went to get my learner’s permit for driving. The vehicle is part of the problem here as well. My sense of space is distorted. I always think I’m larger than I am, and this includes when I’m in a vehicle. Fuzzy is too damned big. Never mind that, where am I gonna drive to? I don’t earn enough money for gas & insurance, never mind paying for parking.

    And not that I have any social circle or friends I see even semi-regularly here, a car would not help me with something like happy hour. There is no way I’d drive after even a single drink. I’ve been spoiled by spending adulthood in a city with real public transportation. (I don’t miss the F train after Sandy though… The subways were great, for my spot in the East Village anyway, up until maybe five years ago.)

  • I’m tan! I have accomplished my summer goal. My back & arms especially are nicely browned. Yes, yes… I burned my boobs just a bit yesterday though, especially the right one. Also my butt cheeks because I was trying (successfully) to expose more of ’em. I’ve taken to laying out topless during the week, when the kids are both at work. There’s a nook of grass to the left of the house, just south of the greenhouse, that’s completely secluded.

Gets back into bed with laptop

If I’d been more disciplined last night I could’ve totally gotten in a workout today, since I’m getting a ride & don’t have to do the 90-minute version of the 2.5 mile commute, but… Meh. Thinks back to the entrenched guilt of the Cult days. Back then my teacher & shala mates would know if I’d skipped. It’s still hard for me to believe that I paid $240 a month for yoga ten years ago, without blinking. What would that be now, $325 monthly? And that wasn’t even for 24/7 access year round. When you pay for ashtanga, you’re lucky to get 5-6 days a week access (depending on the moon schedule), past 10am, except when the teacher is: sick, on vacation, getting paid to be in two places at one time (doing a workshop elsewhere). Yoga Sutra was awesome back in the day, before Greg screwed over Christopher, only later to be shafted himself but there’s karma for you. There were two teachers, going from 6:30 to I think it was 11:30am, so if you had a day off work you didn’t still have to get up at 5 to get your fix in. That blissful situation didn’t last long, and these days AYNY can only exist in Brooklyn.

These days I’m so apathetic about everything that I’m on a 4x a week exercise plan. It’s just as easy to eat less on days I’ve got a retail shift. I used to be able to get up at 5am sharp to get in a yoga practice before a 7 or 8 hours of work but that was when I was doing design. I guess lazy & flabby goes along with unskilled labor for me.

I know regular yoga would still be good for me, but I could only manage it if I had a group, and I don’t have the budget for that.

Thinks about meditation.

Doesn’t meditate.

At least this year I will finish a themed group of 16 illustrations. There’s something.