I miss my camera. I want a dalmatian. I crave France and my college degree. I want to live free and liberated; Above addiction and beyond materialism. I need the mountains and to be with myself. I have a lot of reasons to cry and a lot of reasons to love. I am vomiting words onto this monitor. Nobody can tell me how to live my life, what will make me happy, or what I should do. I know myself. I am strong and capable. I am a dreamer but I am reasonable. I can have the things that I want and nobody can stop me. I can live the way that I like and nothing can sway me. vomit vomit vomit.
Yoga
Monday, February 27, 2012
“Know thou the soul (atman, self) as riding in a chariot,
The body as the chariot.
Know thour the intellect (buddhi) as the chariot-driver,
And the mind (manas) as the reins.
The senses (indriya), they say, are the horses;
The objects of sense, what they range over...
He who has not understanding,
Whose mind is not constantly held firm--
His senses are uncontrolled,
Like the vicious forces of a chariot-driver.
He, however, who has the understanding of a chariot-driver,
A man who reins in his mind--
He reaches the end of his journey,
The highest place of Vishnu.”
This is what Yoga will do for you. It helps me in every area of life, stimulating my mind, spirit and body both during and after my sessions. Who wants to join me for classes in good old SLC this summer?
How Often
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
How often do you feel the need to recreate yourself? Or just to change something about yourself? How often do you think, "I need to be better at this and this and this.." so that you can feel happy? These thoughts cross my mind every single day. I always need to be healthier, I always need to look prettier, I always need to act happier and I always need to try something new. Wanting to improve is a healthy notion, but it can be weary. I am often impatient and not so good at forgiving myself when I don't succeed at my goal right away. Other people seem so content with themselves. Maybe that's because it's a personal conversation.. I'm not sure. I'm struggling. I don't hate myself, but I want so badly to be better.
LOTR
Friday, February 3, 2012
Gandalf is one sassy wizard.
And I quote:
[Stuck in a snowstorm and trying to stay hidden in secret]
"But though they had brought wood and kindlings by the advice of Boromir, it passed the skill of Elf or even Dwarf to strike a flame that would hold amid the swirling wind or catch in the wet fuel. At last reluctantly Gandalf himself took a hand. Picking up a faggot he held it aloft for a moment, and then with a word of command, naur an edraith ammen! he thrust the end of his staff into the midst of it. At once a great spout of green and blue flame sprang out, and the wood flared and sputtered.
'If there are any to see, then I at least am revealed to them,' he said. 'I have written Gandalf is here in signs that all can read from Rivendell to the mouths of Anduin.'
[Still stuck in a snowstorm]
'If Gandalf would go before us with a bright flame, he might melt a path for you,' said Legolas.
..'If Elves could fly over mountains, they might fetch the Sun to save us,' answered Galdalf.
And I quote:
[Stuck in a snowstorm and trying to stay hidden in secret]
"But though they had brought wood and kindlings by the advice of Boromir, it passed the skill of Elf or even Dwarf to strike a flame that would hold amid the swirling wind or catch in the wet fuel. At last reluctantly Gandalf himself took a hand. Picking up a faggot he held it aloft for a moment, and then with a word of command, naur an edraith ammen! he thrust the end of his staff into the midst of it. At once a great spout of green and blue flame sprang out, and the wood flared and sputtered.
'If there are any to see, then I at least am revealed to them,' he said. 'I have written Gandalf is here in signs that all can read from Rivendell to the mouths of Anduin.'
[Still stuck in a snowstorm]
'If Gandalf would go before us with a bright flame, he might melt a path for you,' said Legolas.
..'If Elves could fly over mountains, they might fetch the Sun to save us,' answered Galdalf.
Food Industry
Thursday, January 26, 2012
If you are interested in food, and by food I mean the industrialization of food, here are a few related quotes I picked out from two very good books I've yet to fully read. I did not write out any quotes from Anthony Bourdain's writing, Food is Good, but that is definitely something to read when you are looking for a Chef's point of view.
Pleasure of Eating
Wendell Berry
“The food industrialists have by now persuaded millions of consumers to prefer food that is already prepared. They will grow, deliver, and cook your food for you and (just like your mother) beg you to eat it. That they do not yet offer to insert it, prechewed, into your mouth only because they have found no profitable way to do so.” (Pg 22 and 23)
“The condition of the passive consumer of food is not a democratic condition. One reason to eat responsibly is to live free.” (Pg 23)
“The consumer, that is to say, must be kept from discovering that, in the food industry- as in any other industry- the overriding concerns are not quality and health, but volume and price. (Pg 24)
Omnivores Dilemma
Michael Pollan
“A country with a stable food culture would not shell out millions for the quackery (or common sense) of a new dietary book every January. It would not be susceptible to the pendulum swings of food scares or fads, to the apotheosis every few years of newly discovered nutrient and the demonization of another.” (Pg 3 and 4)
“Our ingenuity in feeding ourselves is prodigious, but at various points our technologies come into conflict with nature’s way of doing things, as when we seek to maximize efficiency by planting crops or raising animals in vast monocultures. This is something nature never does, always and for good reasons practicing diversity instead.” (Pg 10)
Things I Got From Tumblr
Saturday, January 21, 2012
"Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion." -Jack Kerouac
What an unrelated mess. Things I pulled from a blog of wonders I found by searching aimlessly through the internet.
Foreshadowing
Thursday, January 19, 2012
The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing,
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.
He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beechen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.
When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.
Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinuviel! Tinuviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinuviel
That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinuviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.
Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.
- J.R.R. Tolkien
f o r e s h a d o w i n g
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing,
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.
He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beechen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.
When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.
Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinuviel! Tinuviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinuviel
That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinuviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.
Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.
- J.R.R. Tolkien
f o r e s h a d o w i n g
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