Massive number of messages to respond to, things to write, adventures to have. Sorry if your message is one I have yet to reply to! Basically, when I unarchived, I got a huge number of messages, and I'm trying to respond to each one, and it's taking FOREVER.
Anyway, here are ten things on my mind right now:
1. I now can officially squat my body weight (130 lbs.) Holla! Heavy squats=bigger, more awesomer butt (I didn't intend to type "awesomer" but that is too funny to correct). Also, for some reason nobody believes I weight 130 because I look small, but that's what happens when you put on muscle like a 17-year-old boy on steroids.
2. I was in LA for a long weekend and had an awesome time and ate bone marrow with friends from THE INTERNET. Also, since I don't drink beer any more, nobody likes me anymore (not actually true). I also played Beatles Rock Band, hiked, put my feet in the ocean, drove my friend's Volvo around, met Tucker Max, and proved that milkshakes are totally paleo. I miss LA so much! Fuck you, perfect weather city with fun stuff!
3. I am reading, like, four books at once: advance reader's copy of my friend's book Ego, The Vegetarian Myth (for my book club), 1491, and a Spanish-language book of Hellenic porn that my boytoy brought me back from Greece. Multitasking is hard.
4. There's a recently-unearthed mammoth at the La Brea Tar Pits museum that has my same autoimmune disease! His name is Zed! I wonder what mechanisms cause arthritic conditions in mammoths. Zed probably was not hitting the gluten.
5. My mom calls me honey badger because I eat massive amounts of nearly-raw meat rapidly. Imagine a 51-year-old woman with a Southern accent saying "honey badger don't give a shit." It is exactly as amazing as you are imagining.
6. Check your Vitamin D levels, kids. Especially if you don't eat eggs or organ meat or spend much time in the sun without sunscreen. Most people are deficient. I am at 55 ng/mL and feel like a goddamn rockstar. Supplement or get some sunshine. Glorious. (Vitamin D has a sort of cultish following, but it is really important.)
7. There is something exciting afoot that will reinforce #1.
8. I miss my dog. Lost in a breakup. Her name is Pippi, she is a brindle pit bull/whippet mix, and the smartest, sweetest, most well-behaved little girl in the world. I am unabashedly a Dog Person. Sometimes I think about breaking into my ex's house and stealing her back, and then running away to Mexico. I'd have to change her name, though, because everybody would think her name was "Pipi" which means...you guessed it...peepee.
9. I hate when people pretend like all hunter-gatherer groups are the same, and have some sort of identical idyllic leisure culture OR exist in a state of violence and semi-starvation. People are different. Does that seem random? This weekend I had somebody try to argue that HG societies are all non-sexist and super-egalitarian. I am fairly anti-civilization/agriculture/the state/etc. but, uh, that's not true.
10. Two weeks ago, my friend Luz had a birthday party and took this picture of me that is kind of amazing:
Never stop dancing.
Anyway, here are ten things on my mind right now:
1. I now can officially squat my body weight (130 lbs.) Holla! Heavy squats=bigger, more awesomer butt (I didn't intend to type "awesomer" but that is too funny to correct). Also, for some reason nobody believes I weight 130 because I look small, but that's what happens when you put on muscle like a 17-year-old boy on steroids.
2. I was in LA for a long weekend and had an awesome time and ate bone marrow with friends from THE INTERNET. Also, since I don't drink beer any more, nobody likes me anymore (not actually true). I also played Beatles Rock Band, hiked, put my feet in the ocean, drove my friend's Volvo around, met Tucker Max, and proved that milkshakes are totally paleo. I miss LA so much! Fuck you, perfect weather city with fun stuff!
3. I am reading, like, four books at once: advance reader's copy of my friend's book Ego, The Vegetarian Myth (for my book club), 1491, and a Spanish-language book of Hellenic porn that my boytoy brought me back from Greece. Multitasking is hard.
4. There's a recently-unearthed mammoth at the La Brea Tar Pits museum that has my same autoimmune disease! His name is Zed! I wonder what mechanisms cause arthritic conditions in mammoths. Zed probably was not hitting the gluten.
5. My mom calls me honey badger because I eat massive amounts of nearly-raw meat rapidly. Imagine a 51-year-old woman with a Southern accent saying "honey badger don't give a shit." It is exactly as amazing as you are imagining.
6. Check your Vitamin D levels, kids. Especially if you don't eat eggs or organ meat or spend much time in the sun without sunscreen. Most people are deficient. I am at 55 ng/mL and feel like a goddamn rockstar. Supplement or get some sunshine. Glorious. (Vitamin D has a sort of cultish following, but it is really important.)
7. There is something exciting afoot that will reinforce #1.
8. I miss my dog. Lost in a breakup. Her name is Pippi, she is a brindle pit bull/whippet mix, and the smartest, sweetest, most well-behaved little girl in the world. I am unabashedly a Dog Person. Sometimes I think about breaking into my ex's house and stealing her back, and then running away to Mexico. I'd have to change her name, though, because everybody would think her name was "Pipi" which means...you guessed it...peepee.
9. I hate when people pretend like all hunter-gatherer groups are the same, and have some sort of identical idyllic leisure culture OR exist in a state of violence and semi-starvation. People are different. Does that seem random? This weekend I had somebody try to argue that HG societies are all non-sexist and super-egalitarian. I am fairly anti-civilization/agriculture/the state/etc. but, uh, that's not true.
10. Two weeks ago, my friend Luz had a birthday party and took this picture of me that is kind of amazing:
Never stop dancing.
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Vitamin D is good stuff.
if you need to recruit a crew for Operation Pipi Puppy Raid, I can be your wheelman/ explosives guy. though I think to be a proper explosives guy I have to grow out a beard and wear a tuque. both of which may put me out of uniform regulations...so I'll need a week or so advance notice...