Monthly Archive for June, 2006

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Mission: Impossible: D

This is a secure blog entry.

Your mission—if you choose to accept it—is to read the following blog entry s-l-o-w-l-y (and savor it!) while Agent D. is incommunicado in a secure, undisclosed location for four days.

This is as good as it gets.

Over here we have “horse fencing” for our yet-to-be-built railings. Jay found King Feed online and we took the one-hour ride out to what looked like remote farmland (actually just Enumclaw—and since we’re on the topic, Enumclaw was the location where news reports surfaced of an unmentionable occurring between Man and Horse. Really.)

And in other news: We totally ended our detox. But it was for a good cause—Rino’s Excellent BBQ Ribs. Josh called it our Retox. No better way to re-enter humankind than eating red meat. Yee ha!

Told you this was as good as it gets.

It was nice knowing you. Please do not be alarmed by the smoke emitting from your computer. This blog will now self-destruct.

To Save Or Not To Save

When you’re detoxing, any piece of food is precious.

Even grapefruits.

And especially grapefruits meant for breakfast.

And—and—even more especially grapefruits that will be your only meal till lunch.

The eaten half is mine, the uncut half is Jay’s. As I greedily slurped my grapefruit, my nervous hands slipped and a smidgen fell into the sink.

I was too weak to react and too slow to follow my own five-second rule.

GRAPEFRUIT DOWN! GRAPEFRUIT DOWN!

It never made it; it never had a chance.

At least it’s in Waste Disposal Heaven, which is a lot better than Dot’s Tummy Hell.

The Blonde And The Beautiful

Don’t ask how Jay and I got to be attending the opening of an ultra-chic, ultra-cool, ultra-chi-chi lounge (they don’t call them bars no more) tonight.

But there we were—not blonde and certainly not feeling beautiful—sipping cocktails at a corner. All around us, people clad in the de rigueur uniform of the trendy (tight blue jeans, black or sparkly top, blonde hair real or bottled) chatted and exchanged designer handbag tips.

I pointed out the various designer jean brands to Jay. None of them sell for less than US$150.

Jay pointed out the informercial showing on the TV set behind the bar. The ad was playing on a loop. It was the Christian relief organization World Vision.

A kid was asking for US$1 a day to feed his family.

Day 4 Of Detox

I said it, and by golly, we are actually doing it.

After three weeks of excellent restaurant dining with the Visiting Visitors, Jay and I decided to do a mini-detox. (I say mini because the original idea was to only have liquids—as in fruit juice and water only—but we wisely decided to just eat “cleanly” and not shock our bodies into collapsing on the way to work.)

We decided to cut out caffeine (supremely painful for Jay), meats, white rice and no processed food, such as chips, biscuits (extremely hard for me), ice-cream, etc.

Day 1 was hell. To start the day, I was used to some random biscuit and tea; Jay was used to his bowl of cereal and coffee, especially coffee. I thought he was going to bite my head off.

Instead, we each had half a grapefruit. And nothing till lunch, which was organic turkey with organic cheese on wheat bread. Dinner was brown rice and kale. And a killer juice mix made from carrots, grapefruit, apples, bananas and some random green-colored drink from the fridge.

Day 2 and 3 were more of the same.

It’s Day 4 and we’re doing very well. We both feel better, and we just had grilled tofu and steamed broccoli for dinner. [Full disclosure: We broke the detox to have a light Japanese lunch today.]

We just went to an organic market and bought four more grapefruits.

What I Have Learned So Far:
(1) I have discovered why millions of Chinese don’t eat brown rice—it is chewy, and not in a good way.

(2) If it’s green, it’s probably healthy.

(3) If it tastes bland, it’s probably healthy.

(4) If Jay can give up coffee without turning into a werewolf, pigs can fly.

The Sidewalk Shuffle

Jay and I were on the far side of the road when we saw the “Sidewalk Closed” sign (see red arrow).

As law-abiding citizens—but of course, we don’t want to be caught JAY-walking—we promptly crossed the road to use the other sidewalk.

This is the sign that greeted us.

He Came, He Exhibited, He Kicked Ass!

East Coast meets West Coast. See how it all went down here!

Peter came from New York City last week and showed at Jay’s gallery space. We had a great time with him and Diana. Peter is the genius behind the film Pedal—that’s how Jay and I met, but that’s for another blog—and recently launched his film and set of photographs from the Cycle Messenger World Championships. Buy it here.

The show included 25 kickass messenger bags specially designed for the show by artists (including KAWS, Zephyr, Jay and David, and custom made by R.E.Load Bags in Seattle.

The night included a bike messenger race and a Heavy Pedal ride (B.Y.O.R = Bring Your Own Radio). Plus Jason made from scratch and carried all the way from Los Alamos a tube amp for the Heavy Pedal ride. In the words of a certain Paris (not France): That’s hot.

In a perfect world, New York City and Los Alamos would be a subway ride away. Come back soon.

Hello World!

The two cutest nephews in the world now have a baby sister. (Congratulations, Em and SG!)

Announcing the arrival of Sophie—may she grow up strong and smart, and hop on a plane to see Auntie Dot and Uncle Jay. Pronto.

Tomorrow, I Fast

I know I promised updates on Peter’s show, but forgive me, I’m still digesting this buffet brunch I ate at 11 am this morning.

Ninety percent of my blood is in my tummy right now. I only have enough blood to operate one important organ at a time.

With all the family and friends visiting, we’ve been eating out for three weeks straight.

Jay and I are talking about doing a liquid detox for 15 days. I wonder if they have bacon-flavored water.

Pedal Reloaded

Peter’s show was a great success. More details and photos to come. Right after I get over this hangover, head for my cubicle in the sky and spend a day making sense of little squiggles called words.

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