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Bike: “I was pretty fast … until I threw up.”

Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate.

That’s been the order of the day as I’ve been consuming lots and lots of water following yesterday’s 71 mile ride. And, sure, I go and pick the hottest part of the day on the hottest day of the year thus far. ‘Cuz I’m awesome like that.

Sadly, my stomach decided to go all Arizona State Legislature on Gatorade at about mile 55 and stop accepting any more. I tried to keep drinking, but my body just didn’t seem to want to process any more liquids. I drank well over 100 ounces but ended up not peeing for about 9 hours.

Yeah, that’s probably not good.

After a little more than four hours on the bike, I got home, took a shower and, feeling even worse, found that the Gatorade sloshing about in my stomach wasn’t keen on sticking around and decided to hop out. After that bout of unpleasantness, I felt great, though not exactly keen on eating. So, yep, after burning well over 4,000 calories I ate a small bowl of ice cream and went to bed. Possibly less than stellar for good recovery.

And that, my friends, is how you lose more than 5 pounds in half a day.

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fried okra

I’ve never been a huge okra fan for some reason. But it was time to change all that.

I bought a small amount for myself, 8 pieces. As usual, my phone-in chef helped me find a simple recipe. (Yay, girlfriends!)

I had a couple of green onions and a clove of garlic. Slice slice slice. Olive oil in a non-stick pan. Saute those 2 ingredients on medium heat while I sliced the okra. After a couple of minutes, I dropped the okra into the pan and added more oil. I spiced it with salt, garam masala and a little cayenne powder. I let all of it cook for a couple of minutes, then stirred everything, adding more oil as the okra soaked it up. I let it cook for about 10 minutes, until the okra was no longer slimy.

I overcooked it a little — when I took it out of the pan, the onion and garlic were burnt some. Oops. I had a few slices of fresh rosemary bread with it. (Rice would probably have been better, but I was lazy.)

To recap: 2 onions, 1 clove of garlic, 8 pieces of okra, salt, a pinch of cayenne pepper and a generous amount of garam masala. Made a small meal for 1, a small side for 2.

Prognosis?
Delicious. In fact, I bought about twice the amount of okra this week so I could make it again. A simple meal that took less than 15 minutes to prepare and 2/3 of that was stirring the fry. A highly recommended experience.

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some random links for friday

  1. MST3K episodes are showing up on Hulu. There are only 5 right now, but maybe that’s enough. (Also, there are quite a number already on Netflix if you do the whole Netflix streaming thing.)
  2. 6 of the weirdest, scariest processed foods. Um. Yes.
  3. Finally, the scariest thing I have seen in a while: a guy in NYC had a homeless woman living in his crawl space for weeks without knowing it. She came out while he slept. Do watch, this is nutty.

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I Dreamt of Trees

Last night

I dreamt of trees

of alien trees

a towering stand

in a forest of white

I dreamt of trees

last night

growing like hardened

cotton candy

with their roots

in the air

though you would not

want to eat

I dreamt of trees

that came apart

like fractured styrofoam

I dreamt of trees in whom

tiny blue worms called home

I dreamt of strange trees

last night

I dreamt of trees

all around me

who’s job it was to tend

each tug or bump

a dusting of white would send

Perhaps

brownies and strawberries and ice cream

wasn’t the best idea

before bed

last night

I dreamt of trees.

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a quick question

Am I disgusting (wait, let me finish the question before you answer) for eating, for breakfast, 3 slices of pizza, cold, leftover from a Friday lunch here in the office?

Regardless of your answer, here is an insane Golden Girls tattoo, via pop hangover:
golden-girls-tattoo

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oh and the cookout

So I forgot what I did last Friday. I blocked it out. And it isn’t even that grand of a story, but worth mentioning, I suppose:

We went over to Hima and Matt’s for a little cookout. It was like or 10 people total.

And I ate so much food I almost threw up.

I had 3 servings of food and 2 helpings of dessert. I hurt myself badly, became a total lump at the party and seriously thought I was going to throw up.

I am rarely a glutton (and on those rare times, it’s usually over Shanghai style dumplings). this was unprecedented.

And gross.

But I guess that’s why I’m an American.

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fritter quest 09

It is close to an end.

Earlier this week, I went, for some unknown reason, mad for an apple fritter. I know they are death — the quality of the food, the combination of it all — I know. And yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about having one.

The little stand at the CalTrain station in Mountain View sells them in the morning. But I resisted. On Monday. On Tuesday. Except on Tuesday, I made Lauren walk with me from Starbucks to Panero Bread to Safeway to Specialities before going into the office — just for an apple fritter.

None of them had one.

Yesterday I once again resisted at the train station. I was determined to find something a little better. Or destroy the craving.

And then, this morning, after turning the train stand down again, after looking in Safeway “just out of curiosity,” I go to write in Starbucks. And damn if they don’t have a roll line of them staring at me.

Crap.

I might have to give in today. I’d say I could wait until tomorrow, but why bother?

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