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Lemony Britches

There is nothing like the peaceful quiet of solitude: a time to center in one’s own mind an experience. A time when you can be yourself without the constant pressure to perform that is so much a part of modern life.

In those still moments when we can be ourselves, we can not only connect to our emotions but also to our bodies. Loosening the ties, kicking off the heels — taking a break from the rat race to just be comfortable in our own skins.

A word of warning to any of you who might seek to cleanse your innards with lots of lemons. Drinking nothing but liquids will have an affect on the composition of your gastrointestinal contents. Everything gets a bit more fluid.

This is important to bear in mind should you, while kicking back after a long day, find yourself experiencing the physical ramifications of relaxation. Tried and trusted bodily signals should perhaps not be interpreted in the same way they were previously.

You might end up shitting your britches. Just a heads up.

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Facebook Engaged Once Again

I wrote this a month ago during a brief period of romantic uncertainty. I am once again Facebook engaged, and so I thought I would post this now.


How I came to be de facto engaged, then Facebook engaged, then Facebook heartbroken and finally philosophically engaged with plans to go traditional.

It all began months ago in a little bar off Dupont Circle in our nation’s capitol. A towering goddess of a woman saw my amazing skills on the pool table and decided “there’s a man I need to make out with.” Who can blame her really? Sometimes after a particularly masterful game even I am affected and have to go home early to spend a private moment with myself.

She played coy at first with talk of books and grad schools and whatnot, but I could tell what was what. Under the clever pretext of sharing book recommendations, I got her e-mail address and a budding romance was born.

Well, it was almost born. My girlfriend of the previous year would likely have not appreciated that particular turn of phrase.

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INH Snak’ems

You know that you might be having trouble with the impulse to eat when you start eying your bottle of tuberculosis drugs and wondering what happens if you eat more than one in a day. After all, they’re not pepto or Gatorade.

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Lemon Scented Delirium

Making it through the day fueled only by lemons wasn’t too trying. The Smooth Moves tea, did perhaps move me a bit more than I am accustomed to, but certainly with nothing near the violence that giardia loosed upon me in Mauritania.

I managed to power through the midafternoon slump with a minimum of sleeping to come home and find Jenni in a remarkably good mood. She may well have been delirious from hunger, but her mood was unmistakably positive.

Normally when a happy person and a grumpy person have to hang out in close quarters their moods tend to average out — one gets a bit happier and the other gets a bit more mellow. Her giddy confusion overpowered my grumpiness, so I guess the cleansing is working? Though I suppose the day she spent sunning herself by the pool and doing fuck all may well be working as well.

I still wouldn’t say that I’m distinctly hungry. I don’t really feel empty, the idea of eating just sounds more and more appealing. I get up and wander around as I’m writing, and if I don’t pay attention my feet carry me to stand in front of the fridge.

I’ve managed to not stick anything in my mouth just yet. That’ll be a tough decision, do I stick to my guns and spit the food out or do I just figure I’ve failed already and go ahead and swallow? Hopefully I don’t get to the point of having to make that call. ☺

(I had about six different things I intended to write here. About one and a half of them actually made it into the computer. Apparently food is a necessary part of the fixing ideas into my head. This perhaps does not bode well for my day at the office tomorrow.)

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Maple Lemon Peppers

Jenni was watching master cleanse videos last night and I learned a bit more about the theory behind the process.

After a couple of days of no food, medicine your bodies natural reaction is to stop “excreting” as it is frequently referred to in cleansing circles. To keep the excetions coming we employ some excretion aids.

Apparently there are two schools of laxitive thought in the cleansing literature. One can either go with a herbal tea or sea salt and water. The herbal tea has the advantage of not tasting like a glass of salt water, viagra but apparently onsets with a greater ferocity. The fellow in the video recommended that if you have a long commute that you avoid the tea, pills as there are few things more embarassing that dumping a half gallon on lemon juice in your drawers.

The reason for the lemon juice / maple syrup / cayenne pepper concoction is still beyond me. So far the main benefit seems to be how confusing a taste it is. While my taste buds are grappling with the infrequently combined tastes of pepper and syrup, it distracts me from the lack of any food in my stomach.

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Lemon Colonic

So, Jenni and I went grocery shopping this evening. The sum total of our provisions for the next week are about 30 lemons, a jug of maple syrup, powdered cayenne pepper, laxative tea and a carton of chicken broth.

Sometime in the midst of the sugar and dairy extravaganza that was our trip to Quebec, Jenni decided she needed some cleansing. I, faithful and ever curious companion that I am, decided that I might as well go through a cleansing as well.

In all honesty, after about a day, I think that if she didn’t bludgeon me for my supper, I’d likely end up sleeping on the couch. As a mild hypoglycemic, hunger plus Jenni equals a woman not to be trifled with (or, as I’ve discovered, joked with either).

I really didn’t need all that much convincing. “You’re going to drink nothing but lemon juice and pepper for a week and it’ll make you poop funny? That sounds… fascinating.” Am I going to pass out and hallucinate? Will the hunger go away after a couple days? Am I going to be enfeebled? Will I hate the taste of lemons by then end or will I love them as the only sustenance I get?

I’m all about experimenting. When I play guinea pig myself, it saves me the troubling ethical questions of screwing around with other people.

So, I’ll usher in tomorrow with a steaming cup of Yogi Teas “Smooth Moves” and then, if all goes according to plan, usher out the impurities in my body over the course of the next few days.

Having consumed corn before and seen real evidence of the input/output unity of the human body, I’m a bit intimidated, as I consider only putting lemon juice into myself for a week — particularly lemon juice cut with cayenne pepper. Maybe it’ll boost my energies and scrub my colon, but I figure it’s worth it for the story alone.

Back when I was in Huntsville, I did a five day Buddhist style fruit juice only fast. I was noticing that much of the time I would eat when I wasn’t really hungry — I ate mostly because of habit and stress. The fast helped me to recognize and know real hunger a bit better. I feel like I’ve lost a bit of that, so perhaps this will help me find it again.

Or, perhaps Jenni will eat me.

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Eatin’ Good

My dinners for the last week:

  • Teriyaki pan brazed flank steak with broccoli
  • Cayenne chicken medallions with squash
  • Grilled flank steak with rice and scallions
  • Grilled chicken breast with spinach salad
  • Seared salmon stuffed with dill
  • Grilled rib-eye with potatoes
  • Campfire roasted corn and hot dogs with smores

New roommate loves to cook and is terribly good at it. I just show up each night and there’s something tasty waiting for me. It’s great.

He wants to join a farm cooperative which will theoretically get us random local food every week, so things should just keep getting better.

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American Life

I don’t know if it is the exhaustion from working all day or if I’m just in a sappy stretch of shows, but the last three episodes of This American Life that I’ve been listening to all day have brought me to tears.

It’s a really good show. The more recent episodes with the stories from Iraq are particularly interesting.

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Capybara

Back from Peru and getting caught up on work. Trying out this YouTube thing all the kids are into nowadays.

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Shakespeare

I went to see Shakespeare Behind Bars and it was really moving. It was one of those movies that filled in my picture of life a little bit more — the lives of criminals and life in prison — and I shifted how I see the world a bit. I just watched the trailer on the website which doesn’t really give justice to the film, but knowing the story I started to tear up again. Definitely worth seeing if you get the chance.

Other activities for the day were less moving. Eggspectations had a nice bloody mary and reasonable crepes, but the hollandaise sauce tasted like mayo and butter. L’Auberge espagnole was cute and had its moments, but I was unentertained by what I saw as the protagonist’s largely passionless philandering.

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