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at 4:30am, a mile from home, i got a flat. damnit. i called ups (the company i'm working for on a temporary basis) and talked to a random tool. i told her about my flat, about how long it would take for me to walk the remaining distance, asked what i should do. she put me on hold. you can walk? sure, i can walk, though i don't want to. so i locked up my bike. and i walked. industrial ne portland (near the airport) prior to 5am is extrodinarily peaceful. i tromped along, switching my bike bucket from hand to hand, listening to music, admiring the environment and thinking. three months ago, i made the decision to be happy. and i have. when i'm in situations like this, where it sucks but isn't necessary stressful (the time to think and admire the world around me makes an amazing difference) i find silver linings faster than anything. is that strange & unusual? could others do the same? crossing the slough. stopped and tried to see fish and muskrats in the water. maybe i should build a canoe and explore... maybe i should figure out the parts of life that i'm focusing on that make my life so peaceful and write something that other stormy souls could use... ooh! a bunny! hi rabbit, where do you live? such short ears for a bunny.... i got to work an hour late, ended up working for perhaps 45 minutes. underemployed is the name of the game. one of my coworkers drove me to my bike and i walked the rest of the way home. and began writing.... just a little bit. but writing. |
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but life's been a little crazy. i gave my first baby away on saturday. kombucha baby, that is. i got a mushroom off a nice woman on tribe and just started my fourth batch. it takes a little longer to grow a new baby than what i thought, but it's nice. i mix one part juice to three parts kombucha; apple cider makes it sweet, red grape juice makes it winelike. a week ago i made a batch of frozen burritos. a cup of beans, a cup of rice and random local/organic veggies from the co-op made 19 burritos with filling left over! definitely something to try again, i want to try making my own tortillas too. worked on two new dances this weekend to make their debuts in june. a third was rehearsed but the jumps are too hard on my ankles so i practiced for my jazz dance midterm instead. 45 minutes of stretches, then 10 running around practicing different steps with proper arms, then going over short routines 5 times each. there was time left over to discuss the imaginarybandapalooza happening in september (sarah - when will you be coming through portland?) before going over another dance a few times. much better than reading a book and letting my muscles cool off by the time i'm dancing again. and now my webdesign class is over and i need to get home. i'm trying a new class that combines dancing, acting like animals and stickfighting this afternoon.... kinda crazy but it's free..... |
Tell me more about the kombucha babies. What are they? Isn't kombucha seaweed? Is it a beverage? |
Congrats. You've discovered the secret to happiness. Really. Keep practicing. Happiness, like any state of mind, is a skill. Practice makes perfect. In time you'll figure out how to turn it on and off when appropriate. (Hint: it's usually beneficial.) And, with luck, you'll be on the road to having and enjoying emotions, but not letting them rule you. Have fun! |
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the sprockettes will be performing in seattle twice in august: first for the dead baby downhill august 3rd, then on the 11th for the tour de fat. we got asked to do halftime for the rat city rollers on the 18th but we're performing in portland the same day. the kombucha itself is a type of fungus, usually called a mushroom but more like a type of mold. it's slimy and lives off of the sugars in sweetened tea, converting them to a variety of acids. i looked all over the internet for recipes and found some neat information instead: one of the acids in kombucha is necessary for digestion but is commonly deficient in cancer patients. maybe it can't actually cure cancer, but it seems to be something that can help. being happy doesn't mean i'm never sad. when an emotion wells up, i acknowledge it and decide whether to hang on to it or let it go. it's a state of balance, of actively maintaining my psyche instead of letting the world buffet it with situations. it's strange how easy it is, after fighting with myself for thirteen years. the stickfighting was a little strange (new to me), but nice to be outside for hours. i've got the strangest sunburn i've ever had, from the mid-upper-arm down, front only, more intense on the left than right; first from standing like a tree, then from waving sticks around hand-to-hand, facing the same direction for two and a half hours. gotta have one sunburn a year. it's not so bad, but tossing around those wire mesh bags isn't. got some scrapes on my bicep right on top of the burn, oweeeeee! |
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Now i feel barfy. |
mmmmmmmmmm. glop! |
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apple cider makes it just a wee bit sweet without overpowering the flavor of the kombucha at all. red grape juice makes it taste like wine. i haven't tried any other blends yet. soon. |
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so is this kombucha something you drink for fun or as a specific remedy or just for overall health? |
like most of the stuff i do. baby baby baby! |
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what's going on in centerville? |
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oak hill. is that north of beaumont? is that considered hill country? i wouldn't know, i'm not from here, but whenever people talk about hill country, they usually seem to be referring, loosely, to the areas surrounding austin. |
im really bored. i like this site though. <3ya. |
we need to get a website or something. |
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well, i kinda thought that's what you meant, but then i didn't think there was any unincorporated part of oak hill. the whole area of oak hill seem very, very incorporated, but i guess i haven't seen much of it off the 71. i'm very familiar with the area. in fact, senor's office building is in oak hill. oh wait, they JUST moved to downtown austin on monday. but yeah, i know oak hill. we drive through there on our way to the springs. on our way to the blue hole. on our way to the backyard. on our way to hamilton pool. etc. can i come to visit you? |
at one point i was out on the porch playing some blues when i noticed a ringtail cat sitting on the chimney, listening to me with apparent interest. that was kind of cool. |
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a live oak is an evergreen oak. they're all over the american south. they became symbols of strength in the south because they never "die" - lose their leaves and become dormant in winter. |
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