I must say that I do not regret paying for two tickets as the show was pretty great. The boys in the band have perfected on-stage charm and their performance was solid. Off to another show on Tuesday that I am looking forward to and then...SPAIN. WOOT WOOT.
Well, not much to report.
The persistent stream of house guests is starting to wear away at me. I had planned a series of “alone” days but these were quickly taken up by friends whose plans to stay elsewhere had fallen though. I feel very lucky to have such great people in my life, and I am happy to share my apartment with people. However, I feel like a few days of tranquility are necessary for me to stay sane and to keep up with my food work.
I am trying to dedicate myself to a serious sports routine and I am really enjoying it. Half way through my 45 minute spinning class last night I realized I was giddy (and I was actually the only person smiling in the entire room). I guess the joy comes from the endorphins but I also spend a lot of time reflecting on how lucky I am that my body lets me be active and how much joy I get from being active.
Is that painfully "west coast"?
Speaking of the coast, I am desperate for some outdoor adventures. Concrete jungling doesn't quite cut it.
FRESH AIR... ahhhhhh
| 1. | a trite, stereotyped expression; a sentence or phrase, usually expressing a popular or common thought or idea, that has lost originality, ingenuity, and impact by long overuse, as sadder but wiser, or strong as an ox. |
| 2. | (in art, literature, drama, etc.) a trite or hackneyed plot, character development, use of color, musical expression, etc. |
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· Romantic first kiss distracted by the Eiffel tower or Notre Dame
· Lining up for bread seems played out (by the way, bread is one of the few things the French will actually line up for)
· Wine consumed a dusk on a terrace with girlfriends makes you feel touristy
Soya is present in an estimated 60% of processed foods. I tend to stay clear of such foods but in a never ending quest for a nutritionally sound diet, I do fall back on soya for protein (especially edamame and miso (yum)). But, just like all things I love (think coffee and chocolate), the industrial farming of soya is having devastating impacts for people and communities.
I was asked this question at my thesis defense and I was unable to provide an answer- of rather, there is no (simple) answer. For example, Kenyan farmers depend on organic exports but I personally have trouble valuing the organic-ness of a crop that is flown halfway around the world, that takes valuable water-resources away from areas that struggle against drought, that take arable land to develop export markets that have little trickledown effect for local people and leave less and less land for local food production, thus creating an import-dependency. But, undeniably, Kenyans, in the immediate, are experiencing some economic gains from the export of such commodities.
Last night I drank Guinness out of tiny glasses with colleagues before tackling a selection of MSG-ladden delights, in a road named after the man who invented the battery.
I waited for my dinner companion at Place de la République, while others waited in soup lines. Plactic bowls warmed the cold hands of the Parisian poor. They ate the watery offering, standing in the steet. Most ate alone. This stands in stark contrast to French eating norms which dictate communality and togetherness at meal time. That said, very few of the people were French.