- Need more outdoors time. Winter is pretty much here but I'm not going to be deprived of Vitamin D or get SAD this year, dammit!
- I'm enjoying the Suede bio, Love and Poison. About to get into how heroin ruined Brett Anderson. If I wasn't already anti-drug this book would make a good case for it... it does a great job of illustrating the decidedly un-glamorous side of stardom.
- Parappa The Rapper. That is all.
- Company parties are great because you don't have to go to them, and the next day you can eat leftover hors d'oeuvres for breakfast.
- The best part of the holiday season, for me, is watching The Muppet Christmas Carol with someone you love. Homemade baked treats optional, but recommended.
- Concentrating your efforts and putting your soul into something you're passionate about and then enjoying the result is the best gift you can give yourself...
- But on a smaller scale, I definitely subscribe to the Agent Cooper school of thought: Each day you should give yourself a present. Don't wait for it, or overthink it, just do it when it feels right.
- This blog is awesome and inspiring. The illustration below is my favourite so far.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
The Brevity- and Levity-rich diet
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
For my nails are as strong as yours, and my outlook as great!
Winter... YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME!
So last winter I was, among other undesirable things, a mess of dry-weather-related afflictions. I was basically like one of the characters from Stephen King's Thinner; I was turning into some sort of scaly, alienating, alligator-like creature (that's from the book version - not sure if alligator boy is in the movie).
Things have changed a lot since that time, but one thing that remains the same is my system's sensitivity to dry, cold, pollution-rich Toronto winter air. Being more self-aware, and learning to take care of myself a bit better has led me to take some precautions and learn about alternatives (an alternative to suffering and discomfort for about 6 months of the year? Sign me up please and thank you!) And thus I present one of my newfound saviors:
Flax oil is brilliant and I can't say enough good things about it. It doesn't taste awful, you can put in in pretty much any cold dish, it's actually affordable, and goddamn, it saved my skin. I had never realized how important internal juiciness is to people's overall well-being.
WONDERFUL SIDE BONUS TIME! My fingernails used to be the dry, brittle kind that ads in the back of magazines would claim could be fixed by using their expensive, tiny-bottled potions and tonics. I never cared enough about this problem to pay money for some ridiculous product, so I just kept them short. But since discovering my flaxy, oily new friend, my digits are more along the lines of this guy:
But thankfully I now have much, MUCH better skin.
So last winter I was, among other undesirable things, a mess of dry-weather-related afflictions. I was basically like one of the characters from Stephen King's Thinner; I was turning into some sort of scaly, alienating, alligator-like creature (that's from the book version - not sure if alligator boy is in the movie).
Things have changed a lot since that time, but one thing that remains the same is my system's sensitivity to dry, cold, pollution-rich Toronto winter air. Being more self-aware, and learning to take care of myself a bit better has led me to take some precautions and learn about alternatives (an alternative to suffering and discomfort for about 6 months of the year? Sign me up please and thank you!) And thus I present one of my newfound saviors:
Flax oil is brilliant and I can't say enough good things about it. It doesn't taste awful, you can put in in pretty much any cold dish, it's actually affordable, and goddamn, it saved my skin. I had never realized how important internal juiciness is to people's overall well-being.
WONDERFUL SIDE BONUS TIME! My fingernails used to be the dry, brittle kind that ads in the back of magazines would claim could be fixed by using their expensive, tiny-bottled potions and tonics. I never cared enough about this problem to pay money for some ridiculous product, so I just kept them short. But since discovering my flaxy, oily new friend, my digits are more along the lines of this guy:
But thankfully I now have much, MUCH better skin.
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