Archive for October, 2010

Film Fridays: The Future of Publishing

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Thematic Thursdays: Don’t Have a Cow!

I don’t eat dairy. I don’t eat eggs, poultry, beef or pork either. There’s really no name for what I am. I’m not technically vegan, because I wear leather and I eat fish. I’m not a pesco-vegetarian, because they eat dairy. The easiest way for me to explain it quickly is pesco-vegan.

Whenever I say that, people respond, “Huh?” I guess I sort of made it up. I got sick of saying, “I don’t eat anything that contains dairy, eggs or meat, but I do eat fish.” People are confused about why I don’t have a problem with their eating meat, or why I was fine with eating meat during my pregnancy.

My diet is really specific to my needs, and my dietary choices are all health related. Dairy, smoke and incense give me horrible sinus headaches. I, therefore, don’t eat dairy. I use almond milk on my cereal and we use rice cheese or soy cheese when we need a substitute. Sometimes I buy soy yogurt, but we’ve been cutting back on soy lately.

I don’t eat meat, because my research has found that it leads to heart disease, various cancers, hormonal imbalances and food poisoning. Many of these things run in my family. Diabetes is no joke! I don’t want to ever get to the point where I’m banned from eating chocolate chip cookies.

Most of my reasons for being a vegetarian are not ethical ones. While the farming industry is screwed up with its cramped conditions and overprescribed antibiotics, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: You won’t find me hugging any cows or trees. I’d much rather hug an oppressed person. Sorry, animals. With that said, I am concerned that world hunger is increased by meat consumption. The grains it takes to beef up one steak could be feeding 45 kids in Somalia. That’s not cool.

The last thing I want to address is why my kids are “pesco-vegan.” The mucous caused by dairy consumption is ridiculous and eating meat weakens the immune system. I prefer not to spend every waking hour at the doctor’s office. Mooch hasn’t been sick, and I attribute that to her diet. Your mileage may vary, but she’s only been to the doctor for checkups and I’d like to keep it that way.

Today’s blog was inspired by this:

At first, I thought it was funny, but then I thought it was sad. There are so many alternatives to all of these things. I read the labels when I buy food. It’s pretty simple. My diet isn’t about maintaining a state of absolute purity. It’s about making informed choices to refrain from using animal products, so that I remove myself, as much as possible, from the cycle that perpetuates a demand for the continued exploitation of non-human animals. That system is not sustainable, it is not eco-friendly and it is contributing to world hunger.

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Workin’ Wednesdays: Sick and Tired

This was a light work week. No new clients — only a couple of ongoing projects. I feel kind of lucky, though, because I’m totally under the weather. My nose is dripping like a faucet and my head is pounding. This was a non-stop weekend, and I get the feeling Halloween weekend won’t be any different. I’m going to cut this one short. Good night.

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Tuesdays With Mooch: Pumpkins at the Pier … Sort of

This Sunday we went to my brother’s house to hang out with him and his wife. They hadn’t seen the kids offline for a while, so they invited us to lunch. We had a great time solving math puzzles and carving a pumpkin. We ate chard, tilapia and quinoa. There are pics below!

Prior to that Mooch’s school friend had a birthday party at the Santa Monica Pier. Their staff does everything!!! There were detailed decorations in a theme of the child’s choosing, bagels/fruit/coffee for the adults and water and lemonade for the children. That was just for the time period before the actual food was served. They provided all-day wristbands for all 21 kids in Mooch’s class!

After an hour of riding, the kids were starving, so the staff brought out individual pizzas for them. They also had regular-sized pizzas for the adults. All the parents had to do was show up with the cake and relax. Speaking of cake, we had to leave before it was cut to make it to my brother’s house for the aforementioned lunch.

Rites of passage is also back in full swing, so after hanging with the family, Mooch had etiquette, where she learned all about initiating conversations and making others feel welcome.

We’re looking forward to Halloween! Tune in next Tuesday to find out what Mooch dressed up as.

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Marital Mondays: My Outstanding Husband

A Navy blue Snugli bearing a cooing baby is strapped to his chest. He’s carrying a Caribbean skirt, cloth diapers and car keys. The six-year-old, that we love so much, is darting around his legs, in all white clothing, looking for socks and shoes. I’m already across town teaching tap, and they are headed to Capoeira. This is an average Saturday morning for us, and Hannibal’s involvement means so much to me. My childhood Saturdays were mainly spent with my mother, while my father navigated the thrift shop circuit looking for doodads and doohickeys. I loved my mother and was most comfortable sharing space with her, but my dad and I also had a lot of fun together, when it was just the two of us. Sometimes I wanted to be able to look over during tap class and see my dad sitting there.

Other dads were there almost every week. Mine just wasn’t interested. “I don’t like dance” he would say. In my head I would always ask, “But don’t you like *me*?” I honestly don’t think it would have been any different if I were a boy. He’s not into sports either. I recall times when my mom would watch Football (she was a huge sports fan), and my dad would call out “Interruption!” when it was actually an interception. I doubt he would have been in the stands at his son’s events. He just wasn’t supportive in that way. He worked all week and considered that his contribution.

Well Hannibal does that, too, but it’s the distance he goes beyond that — making bottles at 1am, rubbing my feet, reading bedtime stories to Mooch, cleaning the kitchen — which makes him exemplary.

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