Me: I love my new Spin class.
Mom: Ew, I don’t think I could do that one; I’d throw up.
Me: Yeah, I feel pretty bad for the first 15 minutes, but more my breathing than my stomach.
Mom: But aren’t you really dizzy after all that spinning??
Me: What do you mean? Just your legs are spinning.
Mom: Just your legs??? I thought…don’t you…well, what is Spin class anyway?
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Me: I love my new Spin class.
Posted in Animals & Critters, Body, Doodling, Laughing, Random, tagged doodle of spider growing in face, Halloween, red Ravine search terms, scary things, strange search terms, thinking about Halloween on October 2, 2010 | 7 Comments »
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spider growing in face
Spider Growing In Face doodle, pen and ink on graph paper then stylized in Photoshop Elements, image © 2010 by ybonesy. All rights reserved.
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Posted in 25 Things, Art, Bones, Gratitude, Music, Poetry, Random, Structure, Writers, Writing, tagged art and music and poetry, collaborative poetry, collaborative writing, da-da poetry, experimental poetry, Freya Grand, interpreting art, Judith Ford, lang•widge, language on August 18, 2010 | 8 Comments »
seagulls and the smell of fish
the earth smolders and smokes
there is a fine line between solitude and loneliness
I like to walk that line
pink syrup flowing over rock
the wheat field consumed the trees
sandwich of bodies
nothing’s stable, everything shifts
I fly through the clouds
down below a brown landscape
where am I going?
helpless helpless helpless
i see wild stallions galloping
mountains can look like horses, can’t they
I climbed all this way and now cannot find the valley
tree figures run away
froth on chocolate milk
shadows of Stonehenge fall across the snow
pieces of cloud fall from sky
I think of traveling, being places where I don’t come from
soft edges on formerly rugged rock
salty lips, the waves pushing me back to the shore
in my memory I see the waves
the colors pink and blue, like a gentle sunset in summer
black rock on a craggy coast
the sea rushed over the village
I think of strangers, and how much I am like them
there were children crying and colors flying
my slopes are cooling down
land melting thinning, what’s beyond
I think of the ocean, which I love and fear both
where the clouds meet the land
setting sunlight captured in liquid love
my edges are hotter than my center
papers fall from Heaven unnoticed
I see nothing for miles, I feel empty inside
some days I go back to the beach
I am flying apart
These poems came out of an exercise suggested by red Ravine guest writer Judith Ford, and modified from an event she attended and describes in the post lang•widge. Guests at that event, which was held this past March in Bethesda, Maryland, was an “evening of art, jazz and spontaneous poetry, featuring paintings by Freya Grand.”
Freya Grand’s paintings, pictured above, became the inspiration for our own red Ravine “blog happening,” created and curated by Jude:
So here’s an idea: How about trying a little mini da-da poetry writing sans Steven Rogers’ music? Take a look at any of the Freya Grand paintings in this post (or visit her website). Pick out a piece of music you currently like a lot. While the music plays, quickly, without much thought, jot down five (or so) lines or phrases…. Let’s see what we come up with.
Jude received free form lines and phrases from three participants (including myself). She printed them, cut them apart, and scrambled them. Then, she used playing cards to generate the poem, picking a card, choosing that number of lines, then picking randomly from the bunch. Jude took the liberty of creating stanzas as she typed the results. She did a beautiful job.
Thank you, Jude, for sharing this creative fun with us!
Posted in Body, Bones, Family Recipes, Food, Gratitude, Growing Older, Love, Random, tagged anti-menopause foods, cafe con leche, coffee, comfort food, Food, food habits, leche con cafe, morning rituals, rituals, soy and menopause, soy beans, soy milk, soy milk and coffee beverage recipe, the benefits of soy milk, the coffee habit on June 18, 2010 | 8 Comments »
Got (Soy) Milk?, morning fix of soymilk and coffee,
photo © 2010 by ybonesy. All rights reserved.
I picked up my milk habit in Granada, Spain, in 1986. There my morning ritual was to walk out the door, hop the narrow cobblestone road to the bar across the way, and order a tall glass of café-con-leche. Pepe, the bar owner, prepared it with hot milk and just a splash of strong coffee.
Milk became over the next 20-plus years my daily vice. In all respects it seemed to be a respectable habit. My nails grew strong, hair thick, bones firm. One would expect (and I do) that my two cups of milk-and-coffee a day kept osteoporosis away.
But there were downsides. The worst was at night as I lay on my back and drifted off to sleep. I’d wake up choking to what felt like a wet hairball in the back of my throat. Mucus was the culprit, and it wasn’t just at night. When I exercised I had to clear my throat like a smoker with a hack. I suffered from morning stuffiness and a drippy nose even when it wasn’t allergy season. And forget about allergy season! During those months I was a poster child for Kleenex.
But the worst of the milk side effects hit recently as I began to enter menopause. If you’ve gone through menopause, you know the symptoms. Sore boobs, hot flashes, mood swings (mine went from grumpiness to rage).
Women I knew told me that I ought to try soy milk. My sister-in-law said it had an instant calming effect on her. Soy beans contain isoflavones, which produce an estrogen-like effect on the body. Inspired, I gave it try.
At first I disliked it. The sweetened kind was too sweet; unsweetened tasted like liquid chalk. For a few months I tried almond milk, then coconut. Nothing stuck. I turned to green tea (since I drink black tea the way I drink coffee) but didn’t like that either. I fumbled through my mornings, lost. I lamented that I’d inadvertently dumped my coffee habit. I missed my ritual.
I don’t have all that many vices, and honestly, milk-and-coffee probably did more good for my health than bad. Maybe that’s why I kept trying to find the right non-dairy version of my old favorite beverage.
Persistence paid off—I have finally discovered the secret to making the kind of non-dairy leche-con-café that might even make ol’ Pepe proud.
I am now an avid soy milk drinker. The extra mucus is gone, as are a couple of extra pounds. I only rage once in a blue moon. But most importantly, I got myself a new morning ritual. Life is good.
Roma’s Menopause-B-Gone Soy Milk-and-Coffee Drink
Start with a good brand of unsweetened soy milk. Not all brands are the same. Soy milk is processed from soy beans, and as with other processed foods, the processing can take something that is healthy and make it unhealthy. So if you’re going to drink soy milk, you need to check out the soy scorecard.
Pour about a cup of soy milk into a glass saucepan (preferably with a pouring spout) and heat on low for about 3-5 minutes, stirring constantly. I add just enough local honey (no more than a teaspoon) to give the unsweetened soy milk a hint of sweetness. I’m not a fan of sweet coffee, and so I’m stingy with the honey. Just a bit. Helps with allergies, too.
Once the soy milk is good and hot yet not boiling, pour it into a curved mug that fits your hand just so. Add in enough strong coffee to top the drink. (I make the coffee beforehand in a French press.)
Walk into your writing room, sit down, take a few sips, and then write. A calm beginning to any day.
Posted in 25 Things, Body, Bones, Fotoblog, I Don't Remember, Laughing, Photography, Random, Secrets, tagged days in the month calculator, days in the month poem, days in the month rhyme, how many days in April, how many days in August, how many days in December, how many days in February, how many days in January, how many days in July, how many days in June, How many days in March?, how many days in May, how many days in November, how many days in October, how many days in September, How many days in the month?, how to calculate days in the month, the fist method of counting number of days in a month, the knuckle method, useful information, Who needs Google when you have your fist? on March 30, 2010 | 23 Comments »
This happens to me almost every month — I have to stop and think about how many days there are.
Some months I know by heart. January has 31, February 28, October has 31, December 31. But those months in between — March, April, May, June, July, August, September, November — I honestly don’t know.
I use the fist method (aka the knuckle method). It sounds crude, and it is. I form my hand into a fist then act like I’m about to do a fist bump with a friend. As I’m looking at the fist from the top, I use the knuckles and valleys that my fist makes to count the months.
Knuckles stand for 31 days, valleys for 30 (except in the case of February, which is 28).
Counting Months on your Fist, iPhone photo of ybonesy’s fist,
March 30, 2010, image © 2010 by ybonesy. All rights reserved.
So, using the fist method we learn:
- First knuckle hump is January — 31 days
- Valley is February — 28 days
- Knuckle is March — 31
- Valley is April — 30
- Knuckle is May — 31
- Valley is June — 30
- Knuckle is July — 31
At this point we run out of fist, so we start over:
- First knuckle is August — 31 (this is when we remember that July and August both have 31 days)
- Valley is September — 30
- Knuckle is October — 31
- Valley is November — 30
- Knuckle is December — 31
If like me you were trying to remember if March has 30 days or 31, now you know. And you’ve learned an easy method to always be able to figure out how many days there are in a given month.
I know, I am a font of helpful information.
Posted in Animals & Critters, Family, Fotoblog, Laughing, Life, Personal, Photography, Random, tagged dogs, images of dogs, images of pugs, licks underwear, pug behavior, pug dogs, pug licking, pug owners, pug personality, pug pictures, pugnacious, pugs and underwear, Sony the pug, underwear fetish on January 16, 2010 | 28 Comments »