I have to say that the old body came right back. I feel pretty damn good today considering I fell off a bike and hit the pavement yesterday. The fluid went back into my body and the rib is the most bruised part of my body.
Pizza last night was great, but I couldn't limit myself to just half a pie. I'll give up something else during the week to make up for the excess intake of calories last night. That oven just rocks. I think my friend Ron was the big eater of the evening. The thing about the pizza that comes out of this oven is, people are stuffed, but I keep making the pies, and they can't help themselves, they just keep eating more. Geri's chocolate chip cookies were a big hit, because I saw everyone take seconds. I left the toasted chestnuts on top of the fence for the squirrels.
I'd like to thank, Chrisinte, Guy, Sarah, Ron, Ryan, Sarah, and Peter, for coming. It was wonderful to see you all. Peter, thanks for the beads, and coming all the way from Hawaii to be here with us. It's nice having the young adults around to give us tired beat up old fucks some energy. Their youth and vitality picks me up, even if they're were hung over from the previous night of revelry. Love you guys. And as Guy Haralson always says, "All you need is love." How true.
Tomorrow I get back up on the horse.
That's it for today.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
Food Consumption;
Breakfast; black tea w/honey, yogurt, banana, granola, chocolate chip cookie
Lunch; cookies....hey I'm on the mend
Dinner; 4 pieces of leftover pizza,
Exercise: 6.5 miles walking
Monday, October 7, 2013
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Crush the Tigers + Bike Crash + ER + No Stats Today + Happy to Be Here
We're right back where we left off last year in the AL West. The Oakland A's are facing the dirty Detroit Tigers. See you tomorrow Detroit. Just because were underpaid don't mean we ain't good, or bad.
This is how my blog started today, then we decided to go for a bike ride, and that's where the day went directly into the shit hole. While Geri stopped short while I was tailgating her, I crashed, hit the pavement, burned, and then spent 4 hours at the ER with every kind of crazy person known to mankind. I got some great dialogue from that place. Just sit and listen and man the stories, the tragedy, you hear. Nothing is broken. My right elbow swelled up like a black and blue golf ball, and one of my ribs is bruised, a couple of minor scrapes, but I'll live. My bike survived without a nick.
The accident occurred just as we had completed our leisurely peddle through the canals of Alameda. We were at the shopping center parking lot where Safeway is, across from the golf course, right in front of a Synagogue when people were heading in, as Geri said, "to go to church", "no sweetie, that's temple." If I had asked "is there was a doctor in the temple?" at least 12 people would have raised their hands. But, people don't really help people these days because they're terrified of being sued. People were very nice, but I got right up, feeling like, you guessed it, a court jester, or in this case the Temple Goy Jester.
It's comical how when people make blunders they sense embarrassment. I know I do. Riding too close, and why? You in a hurry fool, and for what, to get yourself killed?
At the ER, they tried to drain the am biotic fluid from the golf ball, but it wasn't ready to leave the sanctuary of the golf ball. This only took four hours. And, if you have to be in an ER having your own private nurse, Geri,with you, isn't a bad thing, if you can pull it off.
After the ER visit I came home, had a talk with Alice, and cooked pizza for 10 people. I must say I did quite well on my falling. Those early years of playing sports paid off once again. It could have been much, much worse. My head, legs, feet, hands, and most of my torso, except for that one rib, came away unscathed. I was only going 5 miles an hour, but I do have to be more careful. I take a lot of chances and I cowboy out there. I'm going to be sore, really sore, tomorrow.
Such is life. Sometimes you fall. I'm eternally thankful I'm doing OK.
In the wise words of my dear sister Helene, "Any accident you can walk away from is a good one. Ain't it the truth.
That's enough for one day.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
Exercise; 25 miles cycling
This is how my blog started today, then we decided to go for a bike ride, and that's where the day went directly into the shit hole. While Geri stopped short while I was tailgating her, I crashed, hit the pavement, burned, and then spent 4 hours at the ER with every kind of crazy person known to mankind. I got some great dialogue from that place. Just sit and listen and man the stories, the tragedy, you hear. Nothing is broken. My right elbow swelled up like a black and blue golf ball, and one of my ribs is bruised, a couple of minor scrapes, but I'll live. My bike survived without a nick.
The accident occurred just as we had completed our leisurely peddle through the canals of Alameda. We were at the shopping center parking lot where Safeway is, across from the golf course, right in front of a Synagogue when people were heading in, as Geri said, "to go to church", "no sweetie, that's temple." If I had asked "is there was a doctor in the temple?" at least 12 people would have raised their hands. But, people don't really help people these days because they're terrified of being sued. People were very nice, but I got right up, feeling like, you guessed it, a court jester, or in this case the Temple Goy Jester.
It's comical how when people make blunders they sense embarrassment. I know I do. Riding too close, and why? You in a hurry fool, and for what, to get yourself killed?
At the ER, they tried to drain the am biotic fluid from the golf ball, but it wasn't ready to leave the sanctuary of the golf ball. This only took four hours. And, if you have to be in an ER having your own private nurse, Geri,with you, isn't a bad thing, if you can pull it off.
After the ER visit I came home, had a talk with Alice, and cooked pizza for 10 people. I must say I did quite well on my falling. Those early years of playing sports paid off once again. It could have been much, much worse. My head, legs, feet, hands, and most of my torso, except for that one rib, came away unscathed. I was only going 5 miles an hour, but I do have to be more careful. I take a lot of chances and I cowboy out there. I'm going to be sore, really sore, tomorrow.
Such is life. Sometimes you fall. I'm eternally thankful I'm doing OK.
In the wise words of my dear sister Helene, "Any accident you can walk away from is a good one. Ain't it the truth.
That's enough for one day.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
Exercise; 25 miles cycling
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Oaktoberfest In The Dimond
No, I didn't spell Dimond incorrectly. It's actually pronounced De-mond, origins of which are Irish.
It's appropriate that the Dimond has Oaktoberfest because there was once a beer garden in the Dimond at the corner of Lincoln and MacArthur, and a French whore house directly across the street. So, you could get drunk, stumble across the street, and get laid, all in the same block. Life was much simpler in the 19th century.
NO I didn't drink any beer. It was tempting, but I don't need the calories, it's no big deal, and it's not in the menu plan. What do I need Sam Adams for when I've got Alice B?
There was a guy down at Oaktoberfest with two, not one but, two pit bulls that wanted to kill every dog they saw. And you brought those to a beer festival with thousands of people for what reason? Yet another reason why I avoid crowds at all costs.
There was a lot of fried food stands there.
I went down, and I got out as fast my my overweight ass could carry me. Fuck crowds. Americans can't handle their liquor, speaking from experience of course, and these micro brewers amp up the alcohol content at these beer festival to 9 or 10 percent, specifically to get people good and drunk. Anything over 6%, and I mean, come on.
Geri made chocolate chip, oatmeal, raisin, nut, cookies today, stupendous. I did mise en place for pizza Sunday.
That's it.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
Food consumption;
Breakfast; 1 savory morning bun, 1 chocolate croissant
Lunch; turkey sandwich w/honey mustard, mayo, lettuce, onion
Dinner; 3 choc. chip cookies, turkey sandwich again w/avocado, onions, mustard, mayo
Exercise 4.5 miles walking
It's appropriate that the Dimond has Oaktoberfest because there was once a beer garden in the Dimond at the corner of Lincoln and MacArthur, and a French whore house directly across the street. So, you could get drunk, stumble across the street, and get laid, all in the same block. Life was much simpler in the 19th century.
NO I didn't drink any beer. It was tempting, but I don't need the calories, it's no big deal, and it's not in the menu plan. What do I need Sam Adams for when I've got Alice B?
There was a guy down at Oaktoberfest with two, not one but, two pit bulls that wanted to kill every dog they saw. And you brought those to a beer festival with thousands of people for what reason? Yet another reason why I avoid crowds at all costs.
There was a lot of fried food stands there.
I went down, and I got out as fast my my overweight ass could carry me. Fuck crowds. Americans can't handle their liquor, speaking from experience of course, and these micro brewers amp up the alcohol content at these beer festival to 9 or 10 percent, specifically to get people good and drunk. Anything over 6%, and I mean, come on.
Geri made chocolate chip, oatmeal, raisin, nut, cookies today, stupendous. I did mise en place for pizza Sunday.
That's it.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
Food consumption;
Breakfast; 1 savory morning bun, 1 chocolate croissant
Lunch; turkey sandwich w/honey mustard, mayo, lettuce, onion
Dinner; 3 choc. chip cookies, turkey sandwich again w/avocado, onions, mustard, mayo
Exercise 4.5 miles walking
Friday, October 4, 2013
High Winds = Chestnuts
The high winds brought down the chestnuts. I got to them before the squirrels and the Mexican landscapers. Sunday we're having people over after Hardly Strictly Bluegrass for pizza and I'm going to roast them in the pizza oven for dessert, along with ice cream and chocolate chip cookies. It's my one extravagant meal for the week.
Chestnuts are an acquired taste, like everything else I suppose. I think if it's something you grew up or is in your heritage it may be more appealing to the palette. And of course if you wash them down with some grappa anything tastes good.
The high winds are also reeking havoc with my allergies, and that's my complaint for today. This is allergy season, and it's starting out as a killer.
Have a great weekend.
That's it for today.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
Food consumption-
Breakfast- 1 piece of bread, 1/2 small baked potato fried, 2 eggs over-easy
Lunch; 1/2 orzo pasta, 1 piece of pita bread w/hummas
Dinner; leftover fish, white rice, brussels sprouts, salad
Exercise; 8 miles walking
Chestnuts are an acquired taste, like everything else I suppose. I think if it's something you grew up or is in your heritage it may be more appealing to the palette. And of course if you wash them down with some grappa anything tastes good.
The high winds are also reeking havoc with my allergies, and that's my complaint for today. This is allergy season, and it's starting out as a killer.
Have a great weekend.
That's it for today.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
Food consumption-
Breakfast- 1 piece of bread, 1/2 small baked potato fried, 2 eggs over-easy
Lunch; 1/2 orzo pasta, 1 piece of pita bread w/hummas
Dinner; leftover fish, white rice, brussels sprouts, salad
Exercise; 8 miles walking
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Thursday 10-3-13
I never got a handle on writing anything for this blog today, and I have no great ideas. The details and duties of everyday life never stopped today. In other words I've been working since I woke up this morning, and now my energy for blogging is spent.
I have a nice piece of Atlantic cod, white rice, green beans with red onion, fresh garlic, lemon and a nice salad for dinner. Then we're going for our nightly constitution with the dogs for a couple of miles, and that's all she wrote for the 3rd of October.
I do want to say that I feel sorry for the federal employees who have to take a furlough, without pay, not to mention the ripple effect all of this shut down has on the general economy, all because we have a legislation that can't work together. Hang in there.
To the idiots who say the Affordable Care Act is a failure, hello, it's just begun. Give it 3 years and if it's a failure then start crowing. Till that, shut the fuck up, and get back to work.
Keep your pipes filled, your powder dry, and your corks popped.
That's it for today.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
Food Consumption;
Breakfast; black tea w/honey, 2 eggs over easy
Lunch; small leftover turkey burger on 1/2 piece of pita bread
Dinner; same as above
Exercise; 7 miles walking, 1 hour cycling
I have a nice piece of Atlantic cod, white rice, green beans with red onion, fresh garlic, lemon and a nice salad for dinner. Then we're going for our nightly constitution with the dogs for a couple of miles, and that's all she wrote for the 3rd of October.
I do want to say that I feel sorry for the federal employees who have to take a furlough, without pay, not to mention the ripple effect all of this shut down has on the general economy, all because we have a legislation that can't work together. Hang in there.
To the idiots who say the Affordable Care Act is a failure, hello, it's just begun. Give it 3 years and if it's a failure then start crowing. Till that, shut the fuck up, and get back to work.
Keep your pipes filled, your powder dry, and your corks popped.
That's it for today.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
Food Consumption;
Breakfast; black tea w/honey, 2 eggs over easy
Lunch; small leftover turkey burger on 1/2 piece of pita bread
Dinner; same as above
Exercise; 7 miles walking, 1 hour cycling
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Wednesday 10-2-13 The News + Shutdown + Tom
The news these days is rarely cheerful. That's why I try not to read it or watch it on TV, You Tube whatever. When I'm looking for bad news I seek out alternative to the current status quo. Geri was on the lap top this morning while I was checking my mail, and she was reading the story about the little girl who was killed in our neighborhood. The OPD caught the killers, and they deserve a hell of a lot of praise for doing so. The men who were arrested were nothing but heartless stone cold killers. The guy they were looking to kill wasn't even in the house. Just killing for killing sake.The little girl was one of lord knows how many people this one guy murdered. This was an investigation that took thousands of man hours. This was what I call good news.
This is what I call bad news. Another story that was disturbing was about 91 elephants that were killer in Africa by poachers who used cyanide, 91 elephants. The biggest land animal on earth, and one of the most gentle species in the world, killed for what? So, some rich guy in China can get an erection? Next time you hear about an elephant that goes on a rampage and tramples a whole village of people don't ask why. News travels.
Lastly, what everyone is talking about is the government shut down. I say this is good news. They don't do anything anyway. They can't get any problems solved. The country is being run by a bunch of grade-school children who love wars, bankers and stockbrokers. If the tea bagger idiots who were elected to office are so anti-fucking government why did they want to become part of it? To change it from the inside out, in AMERICA? Right.
And if you're disappointed because you came from Australia to visit the Grand Canyon, and you can't because it's shuts down, you can go to Las Vegas. Or find a barbie and throw some shrimp on it. Nothing dysfunctional ever happens in Australia, just ask the Aborigines.
Never underestimate the cruelty of the human condition. I'll have to figure out something to brighten my spirits before this day is out. A visit from Alice and nice dinner works well for me.
It's much easier dealing with animals for a living than people. I'm feeling better already.
"The difference between reality and fiction is fiction has to make sense." Tom Clancy. RIP.
That's it for today.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
Food Consumption:
Breakfast; 2 fried eggs over-easy, one piece of toasted brown bread, 1 cup tea w/honey
Lunch: nothing
In Between; peach, 2 handfuls of cashews
Dinner: avocado, turkey burger on a acme roll, salad w/olive oil, lemon juice, s & p, radishes, cucumber, olives, red bell pepper, grated carrot, small baked Idaho potato w/butter, s & p
Exercise; 6.5 miles walking, 1 hr. cycling
This is what I call bad news. Another story that was disturbing was about 91 elephants that were killer in Africa by poachers who used cyanide, 91 elephants. The biggest land animal on earth, and one of the most gentle species in the world, killed for what? So, some rich guy in China can get an erection? Next time you hear about an elephant that goes on a rampage and tramples a whole village of people don't ask why. News travels.
Lastly, what everyone is talking about is the government shut down. I say this is good news. They don't do anything anyway. They can't get any problems solved. The country is being run by a bunch of grade-school children who love wars, bankers and stockbrokers. If the tea bagger idiots who were elected to office are so anti-fucking government why did they want to become part of it? To change it from the inside out, in AMERICA? Right.
And if you're disappointed because you came from Australia to visit the Grand Canyon, and you can't because it's shuts down, you can go to Las Vegas. Or find a barbie and throw some shrimp on it. Nothing dysfunctional ever happens in Australia, just ask the Aborigines.
Never underestimate the cruelty of the human condition. I'll have to figure out something to brighten my spirits before this day is out. A visit from Alice and nice dinner works well for me.
It's much easier dealing with animals for a living than people. I'm feeling better already.
"The difference between reality and fiction is fiction has to make sense." Tom Clancy. RIP.
That's it for today.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
Food Consumption:
Breakfast; 2 fried eggs over-easy, one piece of toasted brown bread, 1 cup tea w/honey
Lunch: nothing
In Between; peach, 2 handfuls of cashews
Dinner: avocado, turkey burger on a acme roll, salad w/olive oil, lemon juice, s & p, radishes, cucumber, olives, red bell pepper, grated carrot, small baked Idaho potato w/butter, s & p
Exercise; 6.5 miles walking, 1 hr. cycling
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Cycling And Olfactory Factor
The nose is a mighty powerful sense that we often take for granted. This morning Geraldine said, "Something stinks in this house." If you lived here you would immediately assume a dog or cat shit somewhere, but it turned out to be the green bin for food recyclables.
The smell of certain foods can electrify my brain into obsessing about that particular food. Sometimes I just have to have that food, eat it, and get it out of my system, and it all happened because I smelt it first. One whiff of sauteed garlic can make me salivate. When I ride around town the smell of food cooking is all around me. Cycle down to China Town and my nose tells my brain, "You need some beef chow fun, NOW." If you're cycling over by the Coliseum before a Raiders game the smell of BBQ wharfing from tailgaters is all around.
In Oaksterdam the sweet dank aroma of cannabis is everywhere, especially coming from cars. There's nothing like cruising around smoking a fat Sam.
When we went on our ride over the new bay bridge two weekends ago there is a sewage plant in that vicinity, and the smell of human waste mixed with the smell of salt water from the bay was unmistakable. It reminds me of the open sewage systems that empty directly to the Pacific Ocean in Mexico.
We all have a smell of our own, pheromones. It's our olfactory fingerprint. You can fall in love with the way someone smells. I know I love the way Geri smells. Sex organs have their own distinct scent which can be overpowering and extremely erotic. I guess that's why they say, "love enters through the nose." Check out the movie called Perfume, with Dustin Hoffman, way cool.
I had a dream where in I hugged my mother, and not only could I feel her, but I could smell her as well. She always wore a perfume called Shalimar, and that smell is unmistakably imprinted on my brain.
Being an old hippy I love the smell of patchouli oil. I have several different kinds around the house. I put a little dab on most days. Geri got allergic reactions when I put it on, but she finally got use to it.
Think of how horrible food or wine would taste if we couldn't smell it. How would you know if a cheese was over the top? You would know after you put it into your mouth, but maybe you could avoid that unpleasant sensation if you could smelt it first.
I've said this a thousand times if I've said it once. If I could improve any one of my five senses it would be my nose. Man, if I had the nose of Tennessee coon hound I'd be the richest wine merchant in the world.
The smells of Oakland are one of my favorite things about riding my bike around town, unless I'm over by the sewage plant or behind a garbage truck.
That's it for today.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
Food consumption;
Breakfast; granola, almond milk, raspberries, 1 banana
Lunch; nothing
In Between: 2 handful of cashews, energy bar, plumb
Dinner; carne asada quesadilla suiza and a large salad w/tomatoes, frisse, romaine, olive oil and fresh lemon, grated carrot
Exercise; 6 miles walking, 1 hour biking
The smell of certain foods can electrify my brain into obsessing about that particular food. Sometimes I just have to have that food, eat it, and get it out of my system, and it all happened because I smelt it first. One whiff of sauteed garlic can make me salivate. When I ride around town the smell of food cooking is all around me. Cycle down to China Town and my nose tells my brain, "You need some beef chow fun, NOW." If you're cycling over by the Coliseum before a Raiders game the smell of BBQ wharfing from tailgaters is all around.
In Oaksterdam the sweet dank aroma of cannabis is everywhere, especially coming from cars. There's nothing like cruising around smoking a fat Sam.
When we went on our ride over the new bay bridge two weekends ago there is a sewage plant in that vicinity, and the smell of human waste mixed with the smell of salt water from the bay was unmistakable. It reminds me of the open sewage systems that empty directly to the Pacific Ocean in Mexico.
We all have a smell of our own, pheromones. It's our olfactory fingerprint. You can fall in love with the way someone smells. I know I love the way Geri smells. Sex organs have their own distinct scent which can be overpowering and extremely erotic. I guess that's why they say, "love enters through the nose." Check out the movie called Perfume, with Dustin Hoffman, way cool.
I had a dream where in I hugged my mother, and not only could I feel her, but I could smell her as well. She always wore a perfume called Shalimar, and that smell is unmistakably imprinted on my brain.
Being an old hippy I love the smell of patchouli oil. I have several different kinds around the house. I put a little dab on most days. Geri got allergic reactions when I put it on, but she finally got use to it.
Think of how horrible food or wine would taste if we couldn't smell it. How would you know if a cheese was over the top? You would know after you put it into your mouth, but maybe you could avoid that unpleasant sensation if you could smelt it first.
I've said this a thousand times if I've said it once. If I could improve any one of my five senses it would be my nose. Man, if I had the nose of Tennessee coon hound I'd be the richest wine merchant in the world.
The smells of Oakland are one of my favorite things about riding my bike around town, unless I'm over by the sewage plant or behind a garbage truck.
That's it for today.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
Food consumption;
Breakfast; granola, almond milk, raspberries, 1 banana
Lunch; nothing
In Between: 2 handful of cashews, energy bar, plumb
Dinner; carne asada quesadilla suiza and a large salad w/tomatoes, frisse, romaine, olive oil and fresh lemon, grated carrot
Exercise; 6 miles walking, 1 hour biking
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