Better than Gu! It's butter!

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I tried arguing last night with Cal last night that I don't write too much and I certainly don't write more than once a day. Who would do that? And then I realized later last night that, uh, well, I was about to make two posts in one day.

So I didn't make either.

I went up to the City last night to have dinner with Cal and Elina. I drove Cal and me up to the City (broken car and all), for we had missed the train (thanks to my desire to add just one more detail in a client project before the weekend started).

For the record, I know of no other man who enjoys eating as much as Cal does. I've witnessed the pure joy he exudes several times, and each time it makes me smile.

I, for example, have been avoiding eating desserts these days because the pure sugar tends to make me feel ill. Not a problem for Cal, though. Not only does he enjoy his desserts, he does so with child-like glee, finishing off a flan with a "not even a waaa-fer theen mint?" full stomach.

And salt? WhoO! Red top soy sauce, please.

The one that gets me, though? The butter. In particular, the drinking of melted butter with a hint of garlic. I can't say I realized I knew anyone (anyone!) who would drink butter until last night.

Elina (henceforth known as E) commented through laughter, that she figured Cal was ripe for diabetes in early adulthood. Cal laughed when I readily agreed that no, not diabetes, but yes heart disease was a distinct possibility.

And, yet, as I wonder about the potential illneses in his life, I have to concede that he enjoys consuming food far more than I do. And given we eat every day, I would have to say, he's enjoying life far more than I am.

Might it be he expresses his enjoyment better than I? Nah. I doubt he worries about getting enough B vitamins or magnesium in his diet. I doubt he worries about eating enough vegetables every day (in as much as he picks off the vegetables in all his sandwiches, I don't think he does). I doubt he even thinks, "I need to consume more protein today, as I haven't consumed any and it's eight at night and I've played three hours of ultimate today." Of course, that statement presupposes his playing ultimate.

I can't say I'll start worrying less about what I eat, but I think I'll start enjoying it more.

Then maybe I'll take less than four times as long as Cal does to eat.

* Gu is a thick syrup "nutritionally formulated" to provide energy during exercise. I generally prefer Clif Shots.

Bad mood wake up call

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I hit a tree tonight.

I find it interesting, and not at all surprising, that bad "accidents" happen when I'm angry or in a foul mood. The mood has to be particularly foul to fall into the categories of "interesting bad accident" correlation, but many negative emotions certainly fit.

For example, when I lost 85% of my hearing.

I had come downstairs one morning and wandered into the kitchen, when I noticed my roommate had left all the kitchen cabinet door open again. He was always leaving the cabinet doors open, and it drove me nuts.

Now, in retrospect, why kitchen cabinet doors being open would be annoying is beyond me. Maybe at the time it annoyed me like toliet seats being left up (though, for the record, I prefer toliet seats being left up to toliet seats being urinated on), I don't know. But it annoyed me.

And so, in a fit of anger, I slammed each and every cabinet door.

Wham!

Wham!

Wham! Wham!

A week later, I was in the doctor's office for a hearing test. I had lost 85% of my hearing in my left ear, and 20% in my right ear.

I used to have really good hearing, being able to hear -/+ seven kHz over normal hearing range. Now, when it's quiet, I hear ringing. In that fit of anger, I managed to induce tinitus in my left ear. The first year of the ringing was very difficult.

"You'll get used to it."

"It's not so bad, at least you can hear."

"Don't worry, it'll go away sometimes."

Didn't quite work out that way. Now, when it's very quiet, say on a mountain hike, and someone comments, "Wow, listen to how quiet it is," I can only wish I could hear the silence.

Because the hum is always with me.

But, back to the tree.

The hitting of the tree was one way to snap me out of the semi-bad mood. Especially with police officer looking over at me when the crunch happened.

That I hit the tree at all was a surprise to me (well, d'uh, I wouldn't have hit it in the first place if I had seen it), because I make it a point to never drive when I'm in a foul mood. I'm responsible for two thousand pounds of machinery that can cause serious injury to people around me, to property around me, and to me. One of the last things I want to do is cause damage because I wasn't in control of that vehicle. Just as using the phone while driving is bad, driving in a bad mood is bad. And I don't like to do it.

So, now, I've gone and hit a tree. The only thing I've damaged is my own property, and that's good. The tree was fine, if a bit scratched. It's a good wake up call. Expensive, but good.

A wake up call to lower the level as to what is an acceptable "bad mood," and don't drive if I'm in that mood.

Wake. Up. Call.

Update: Oh, yeah. The human body heals well when you let it. My hearing has recovered to the range of normal hearing. I wear earplugs when I head out to loud places now (say, like dancing on Saturday nights), and carry around a pair in my backpack pretty much everywhere I go. I still have the ringing when it's quiet, but I can hear fairly well now. Well, except if you speak in a fast English accent. Then I have trouble comprehending what the heck you just said.

MmmmmmMm!

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Five pounds of salmon, just over four pounds of unbleached flour, six cooks, two couches, four salsas, one pound of beef, five avocados, two heads of lettuce, two cups of organic, trans-fat free shortening, five bags of frozen peppers, two lemons, four onions from three different people, one cup of olive oil, four and a half cups of boiling water, one pair of pliers for pulling salmon bones, twenty delicious cupcakes, one cake, six bottles of wine, two dishwasher loads, six pans, seventeen guests, one mom, two fat but happy dogs, one pregnant lady and one fake blog post later, we have one successful communal dinner.

I win! I win!

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I have won the ever prestigious 2005 SBW Award! I will be forever honored for this award!

From Megan's site, I received the news:

2005 SBW Awards

I just wanted to pass the title of Smallest Bladder in the World back to the lovely and talented Kitt. My bladder really hasn't been that bad lately, and she's right, her bladder is dinky. So here you go, Kitt. You are now the reigning SBW queen.

I am so honored! I'm so excited! I've never won such an amazing award before! Oh, thank you, Megan, for passing the torch (walnut?) to me!

Leave my presets alone

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If I hand you my car keys in, say, a car swap for the weekend, or, to let you borrow my car for some reason, don't change the radio stations. Really, it's for only a weekend.

But, if you absolutely must reset the radio stations because my selection of NPR, modern crap and 70's-80's-and-90's crap don't meet your expectations, don't return the car without the stations reset back to my settings.

And for goodness sake, don't leave it set on some All-Religion-All-the-Time station. Or leave three of the five buttons set on Spanish stations when 1. I know you don't speak Spanish, and 2. none of them are my one favorite local Spanish station.

Not that any of my car-swapping friends would actually do such a thing.

Doyle.

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