Mostly Semantics

Also, tonight, I got to see Bishop Allen for, I think, the fourth time? They played for 45 minutes, plus a two-song encore, so, not nearly long enough, but… man, still so satisfying. We were right up at the front, like, second row of people. They were just as tight and fun as ever, I hardly even know what else to say. It was a little weird having just watched Justin Rice’s movie, I guess. A little. But mostly they were just excellent. Ever just have a band like that that really hits your sweet spot, but they’re still relatively small-scale and they’re either local or from nearby and so they play every few months and you always go see them and you listen to them in the interim whenever you feel down or you just are sick of listening to new music and want something you know will sound good? In high school that band, for me, was The Gadjits, but now it’s Bishop Allen. Never change, Bishop Allen, never change.

Well, first ‘interesting’ poop today. I mean… not really, but. I woke up and drank my salt water, then I went back to bed, but since I had already slept ’til noon, I was ready to read rather than sleep more. I was near the end of the book I was reading, and I definitely was just holding it in for too long as I wanted to finish. As I read the last sentence I practically ran to my bathroom and just barely managed to position myself before dumping out. The salt water is running through me like a sieve at this point - 15-20 minutes and it’s time.
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Oh man, not so much to report today. I slept in, as it’s Saturday, and laid around most of the day, so only had 6 servings of the lemonade. Got the juicer up and running today, and let me say, it is fucking incredible. It’s also moving here with the new roommate (who, btw, how do you not have a blog name yet? Let’s ponder this.) and I can’t wait to be done with this so I can see what it does to, oh, fucking everything. (more…)

So, a quick gmail search indicates that I finally listened to Los Campesinos! (punctuation theirs) on about April 24th. I was basically immediately in love and when I realized they’d be in town tonight, I was gonna go, regardless of the facts that 1) there are shows the next two nights as well and 2) apparently, nobody else cares about them. Well, I went into today thinking that was the case, thankfully Caseus’s/Tweaks’s new roommate is the shit and decided to come with, bringing along her northlander friend.

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Fuck, I miss food. It’s not that I’m hungry, actually I find my 700-800 calories of syrup a day is more than enough fuel for sitting in front of the computer and walking home from the metro. I’m not getting lightheaded or anything like that. I just… I miss food. A lot. I went back into whole foods and couldn’t help torturing myself, walking around, smelling things, looking at the samples and the salad bars longingly. I was good, though, no cheating. I’m almost halfway through this thing. Tweaks put me in touch with her trainer, and I will probably have a consultation with him next week, which after beach week should become a regular thing. I’ve been thinking of tons of different ways to alter my diet to maintain and build on whatever gains I make during the course of this thing. That said, when I weighed myself earlier, it was still stuck on 354. WTF, scale? Oh, on the pooping front, the only new development is a teensy bit of actual poop in the evening. Not quite a phantom, this evening. Probably chock full of toxins! Take that, toxins! Terri tried to convince me today that I needed to get those Japanese detoxifying foot pads. The internets are very skeptical about these. I gotta say, I am too. Do all my toxins circulate through my feet somehow? That doesn’t make sense to me. But it *does* make sense to me there would be accumulated toxins in my gut. That… that I could see.