This is actually the reemergence of a thought pattern that developed as a Freshman in college. My close friend Josh (Brinks) and I were spurred one evening - while living in the dank basement of an otherwise gorgeous house on Oakland st - to try and recite as much of the Crossfire theme (jingle, really) from memory as we could. We remembered all of it. "All of it", it turns out, is 7 words repeated over and over again, but this didn't temper our enthusiasm one iota. There was just something hilarious about it that the two of us immediately appreciated.
Crossfire
For the next week our apartment was aflutter with echoes of childhood and behavioral manipulation. These were some of our first encounters with well-funded child-directed marketing and, though they may be coercive (perhaps to the point of verging on immoral), I am forced to admit that I still find them charming and catchy as hell.
Grape Escape
I wonder, though, looking at them now, whether kids will continue to be engaged by board games. Board games strike me as a singularly middle class amusement, so I'm not confident that they'll still be around once the middle class is gone. Jokes are allowed.
Shark Attack
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Do I Really Need the Anti-Nausea Drugs?
Yes. Yes I do.
So, last night, I found myself sitting on Darren's couch in his beautiful SF apartment contemplating whether it would be okay to take my Temodar without first taking my anti-nausea pills, which I mistakenly left over at Nathan's house. To this point, I've had virtually no side-effects from the Temodar, so I reasoned that perhaps I'd be okay just tossing them back. So I did. I then drank 2 glasses of water and went to bed.
All seemed well enough on the inside as I lay my head to rest. Alas, it wasn't.
I woke up to a dark room, looked out the window, and was surprised that I could not catch even a hint of dawn creeping up on the horizon outside. Then I looked at my phone. 2:19am. That's bizarre, I thought, I don't typically wake up more than 30 minutes ahead of my alarm. That's the moment I detected a distinct feeling of uneasiness in my stomach. It wasn't an agonizing sickness, simply a message from my gut that something was afoot...and gaining momentum.
After 15 minutes of lying awake in bed, I conceded that sleep was most likely out of my immediate grasp. When my mouth began to water, I knew that the great purge was upon me, so I lumbered onto my feet and teetered all the way to the bathroom. In moments of sickness in the past, I have typically found that my body awards me a grace period between arrival to the bathroom and bestowel upon the toilet. Such was not my luck last night. Half-a-step onto the tile, I understood that nothing short of a lunge would spare the bathmat the odious task of soaking up several hundred dollars worth of partially digested chemotherapy. I raised my head from the toilet bowl with the dumb grin of someone who has just accomplished a minor feat with considerable but fully unexpected adroitness. That lunge was the only notable victory of the night, but I thought back upon it fondly over the course of the next several hours, as I lurched back and forth to the bathroom over and over again, trying to empty my stomach of contents that were certainly disposed of during my first fit of intestinal spasming.
It's 5pm now, and I'm sleepy, but I managed to hold down a satisfying lunch and I'm looking forward to DJing tonight with my good friend Nathan, who will be delivering, on threat of death, my beautiful, wondrous anti-nausea pastilles.
So, last night, I found myself sitting on Darren's couch in his beautiful SF apartment contemplating whether it would be okay to take my Temodar without first taking my anti-nausea pills, which I mistakenly left over at Nathan's house. To this point, I've had virtually no side-effects from the Temodar, so I reasoned that perhaps I'd be okay just tossing them back. So I did. I then drank 2 glasses of water and went to bed.
All seemed well enough on the inside as I lay my head to rest. Alas, it wasn't.
I woke up to a dark room, looked out the window, and was surprised that I could not catch even a hint of dawn creeping up on the horizon outside. Then I looked at my phone. 2:19am. That's bizarre, I thought, I don't typically wake up more than 30 minutes ahead of my alarm. That's the moment I detected a distinct feeling of uneasiness in my stomach. It wasn't an agonizing sickness, simply a message from my gut that something was afoot...and gaining momentum.
After 15 minutes of lying awake in bed, I conceded that sleep was most likely out of my immediate grasp. When my mouth began to water, I knew that the great purge was upon me, so I lumbered onto my feet and teetered all the way to the bathroom. In moments of sickness in the past, I have typically found that my body awards me a grace period between arrival to the bathroom and bestowel upon the toilet. Such was not my luck last night. Half-a-step onto the tile, I understood that nothing short of a lunge would spare the bathmat the odious task of soaking up several hundred dollars worth of partially digested chemotherapy. I raised my head from the toilet bowl with the dumb grin of someone who has just accomplished a minor feat with considerable but fully unexpected adroitness. That lunge was the only notable victory of the night, but I thought back upon it fondly over the course of the next several hours, as I lurched back and forth to the bathroom over and over again, trying to empty my stomach of contents that were certainly disposed of during my first fit of intestinal spasming.
It's 5pm now, and I'm sleepy, but I managed to hold down a satisfying lunch and I'm looking forward to DJing tonight with my good friend Nathan, who will be delivering, on threat of death, my beautiful, wondrous anti-nausea pastilles.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Fighting Cancer with Food pt. 2
Last night's dinner...
Lemon grass and ginger infused brown rice
with garlic seared kale and carrots.
with garlic seared kale and carrots.
This was surprisingly easy to make and tasted phenomenal. The kale with carrots in particular is something I plan on making again in the very near future. My mom recently expressed to me her ambivalent feelings toward kale. I'm hoping I can convert her!
Brown rice is a major component of a macrobiotic diet, and one of several foods I'm trying to incorporate into my daily routine.
Brown rice is a major component of a macrobiotic diet, and one of several foods I'm trying to incorporate into my daily routine.
Fighting Cancer with Food
Figure I might as well document my attempt to beat cancer with nutrition. Let's see how long I live!
BREAKFAST!
Mom's granola with two tablespoons of chia seeds,
a handful of goji berries, four sliced strawberries, and soymilk.
a handful of goji berries, four sliced strawberries, and soymilk.
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