“Let Food Be Thy Medicine” — Hippocrates (Badass Quote Of The Week)

This week’s BQOTW comes with a video.  Technically, a documentary.

For some time now I’ve been toying with the notion that if I wanted my yoga practice to skyrocket and expand, it might behoove me to lose “the gut”.  Some of this belly I’m referring to is composed of a fibroid cyst which initially was the size of a grapefruit.  A few years later it became the shape of two plums, and two years ago it metamorphisized (hey, it’s a word now…) to the size of a melon.  Any more snarky citrus references from my doctor and I was going to hit him over his bald pate with a fruit basket goddammit!

Along with my need to further my practice, my new 9to5 gig has been a helluva an eye opener on the comings and goings of modern unhealthy office life.  Fill the place with counselors who eat/bake their feelings as well as the holidays looming above us like an ominous mushroom cloud,  and you might as well be sitting on a barrel of unstable TNT while holding a lit match.

“Simply Raw” is a profound glimpse in what the future of our relationship with food should look like.  Ironically, it’s a reclaiming of the way man/woman used to eat and a subsequent return to a natural healthy balance. Healing ourselves from within is not a best kept secret, and it’s nothing new. We’ve just conveniently forgotten, and  illnesses such as diabetes are our greatest reminders.  We should thank them for the “head’s up” and send them on their merry way by keeping it simple and keeping it raw.

Look, if you’ve got a better idea, take me to task and show me a the alternative. But in the meantime shut up and eat your veggies kid!

Married Life (Part 1)

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The Svendsens. Married since July 6, 2012

Nothing says “I love our time together” more like a man watching the ESPN’s Heisman Trophy Award Dinner while his lovely wife sits by him waiting for her overdue highlights to process.

Hey, it’s Saturday night. Let’s break out the string cheese, and wash it down with some Crown Royal/Coke Zero mixer all night long!   Good ol’ fashioned American fun I say.

Today we’re adding a new kind of entry to the fekakta which is this blog.
I wouldn’t mind being married at least once in my life, but truth be told, I revel in my bachelorhood status.  And no, I will not babysit for you. You’ve had your fun “making” them, now live with the consequences of your choices pal!

Therefore I leave it to these courageous folks to test out in what is in my personal  opinion a rather outdated institution  albeit much coveted, and  teach me what true love really means! HA!

R.I.P. My Sex Life

Today I deleted my profile on Ok Cupid. I’m officially on the wagon, and suffering from withdrawal symptoms.
Part of me wonders if anyone there is missing me yet. I feel like I’ve walked out of dating hell, and now I’m on a long journey into the unknown.
I can’t tell which feels worse really…

All My Heroes Have Always Worn Black (re-post)

Some people claim that wearing black is an aspect of a low vibratory state.  Well I say P-SHAH to THAT! If a person radiates a strong enough light of their own then they will shine no matter what! Though it may have a bad rap, black will always be the go-to guy when a party is a-callin’ and a girl is in a cocktail dress quandary.  Besides, technically it’s not even a color, it’s the absence of it!  (So HA to you!)

Now don’t get me wrong,  I LOVE LOVE LOVE colors. The brighter, deeper, and most intense (especially if they’re all thrown together) the better.

(I’m afraid of the golden years. I can see  a hard future of wearing rainbow muu-muus sipping on Alkie Palmers for myself)

Incidentally, I deeply apologize to Miss Grace Jones.  Above all else, she’s the HBIC* when it comes to wearing black. Although she will never come close to my Lola Falana:

*(For the six of you who still don’t know what HBIC means go to www.urbandictionary.com and check it out for yourselves)

Photo of the Week

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For some cockamamie reason every once in a great while my lip tends to blow up into a plastic surgical nightmare. There’s so physical explanation for it, so lately I’ve chucked it up to a stress related phenomena.
Why am I sharing this tid bit of information with you?
BECAUSE I’M RUNNING OUT OF TOPICS TO WRITE ABOUT, THAT’S WHY!
Did you really think I give a shit about sharing my personal foibles??
Actually I do…

Badass Quote of The Week

This week’s quote is brought to you by my stickk.com referee and friend DawnyO.
Ever so the Canadian, she has stated in no uncertain terms that cock shots are stupid and pointless. She just put it in a politely ubiquitous manner that is.


“The exposure of one’s genitalia to near complete strangers is an interesting thing.”
— Orchid Sturm