Dear Readers – A Quick PSA

Please eat your vegetables.

I promise this isn’t some crazy, harping vegetarian ranting. Just eat your vegetables and eat more of them, every day. It’s not that they’re all that bad. Some of them even taste good, eat lots of those. Everyday.

We all think we’re going to live to be 80, and for most of us, we will. But diabetes, cancer, etc, all that is seriously taking its toll, and we don’t know what sort of repercussions we’re going to face from our lazy lifestyles in the future.

If you believed that drinking a special potion every day would make you live forever – wouldn’t you do it? Well, vegetables are about as close to that special potion that can be scientifically proven so far.

Eating pasta? Throw on the veggies. Eating pizza? Top it with veggies. Steak for dinner? Eat a salad before and after. French fries don’t count as vegetables.

Worried that it’s going to spoil before you use it? Then use it before it spoils. Cook with fresh vegetables before you reach for “food” out of a box. And canned and frozen vegetables do count.

Don’t like vegetables? I can’t believe that you don’t like at least five of these: spinach, lettuce, kale, arugula, potatoes, tomatoes, carrots, baby carrots, zucchini, eggplant, green peppers, red peppers, mushrooms, avocado, celery, beets, broccoli, cauliflower, onions, garlic, radishes, peas, corn, pumpkin, okra, brussel sprouts, asparagus, sweet potatoes, ETC. And if you really don’t like any of those above – I feel bad for you and your taste buds.

Again, this isn’t some crazy rant. I just feel like we’re taking for granted these plentiful foods and eating a bunch of artificial crap. I know my eating has gotten all messed up since I started traveling and rarely have the time to cook for myself. But it really is a worth while venture to eat better (when you eat out or in), surely, you’ll reap rewards in the future.

This post also prompted by the New York Times article: Told to Eat Its Vegetables, America Orders Fries

Dear Readers – A Quick PSA

The Zombie Apocalypse

I used to joke with myself that I kind of wanted some crazy post-apocalyptic world to happen (with or without zombies) because I thought I could handle it. I thought I could handle it after having read the Zombie’s Survival Guide. In retrospect, I definitely could not handle it, especially if there were zombies. You know, due to my lack of fighting skills, gun skills, athleticism, etc. I’d probably go in the first round. I don’t feel that bad, quite frankly, because you all would perish quickly too. Really, I think I just hope for this because I would enjoy the quiet, and not so much the constant struggle for survival.

But I had a crazy dream last night that I can only describe as being hell on earth aka the zombie apocalypse. For those of you who have never had a sleep over with me, well, I can have some pretty vivid, intense dreams. This was one of them. I’ll try to hash out what I can remember here, sorry if it doesn’t make too much sense. Dreams never do.

The Dream
I believe the year is 2012. Yes, I had this distinct thought in the middle of the dream, thanks mysterious Mayan prophecy for that detail. I also think I was in Baltimore. I was babysitting for these three blond girls, and they were pretty awful and terrible to each other, very intense sibling rivalry. They couldn’t have been much older than 10. Well, everything starts to escalate, they fight with each other, they try to fight with me (I kick one of the girls’ asses), and then they run upstairs. I thought the two girls had left the house (from the upstairs?), but nope. I hear them moving around and when I yell for them, they hide in their room. I yell for the third girl and I hear nothing. I know this is bad. I grab the phone to call 911 and the police. I walk up the stairs and even though I can’t see the third girl anywhere, I already know (since it is a dream) that the other two had cut her up and stuffed her into a duffel bag. The other two girls are ravenous, blood covering their blond locks. I decide to get the hell out of there.

I wander onto the street and there’s this quiet commotion. There’s a large group of people chasing after another group of people. It appears to be black people chasing white people (maybe this is why I thought it was Baltimore.) They run by me, but I figure something’s not right and I should get out of here. I go towards some train tracks, which I can only equate to the Light Rail. There two older black men stop me, they’re frail, their hair is gray, clothes torn. I assume they’re part of Baltimore’s numerous homeless population. They try to talk to me, saying all this stuff about a dog. The man coughs on me. He tries to grab me for help. Another group of people go running by, they’re talking about some dog disease and I put two and two together.

Apparently, a disease is spreading across the city, and it’s making people go crazy (the little girls) and perhaps even turning them into zombies. I grab a rock and a metal bar and use it as a bike/scooter (I know that this would not work in real life), to keep ahead of the crowds gathering at the light rail. Trains are coming by and stopping. I look around me and start to realize that everything is decayed and destroyed – buildings, platforms, people, etc. I wonder whether these trains stopping are a good or bad thing. I high tail it out of the huge crowds dodging people as I go.

Eventually I find myself under a highway underpass. It’s a big open space and there are large concrete pillars and random piles of vagrant leftovers – shopping carts, blankets, tents, etc. – randomly placed. The evening is approaching, the city is lit in the faint orange glow of streetlamps. It’s quiet but I can here the slow drag of diseased people. I ditch the rock and hold onto the metal rod. I’m tired. I know I can’t get out of here without drawing attention to myself. I’ve got to take a stand, I’ve got to fight. I push my back against a pillar and wait. Someone is approaching to my left. My heart beats horribly fast and I’m scared. And like in a movie, I know where the “zombie” is and I turn from off the pillar and whack, whack, whack – metal rod right to the head – whack, whack, whack. The zombie goes down. I run a little and see another one, this older white guy is wearing a gray shirt and has a big pumpkin head with curly hair, whack right to the head. He goes down.

I’m glad I’ve gotten the hang of this, but it’s taking a lot out of me. I’m tired, I can’t run very far (this is the only true to real life part of my dream! lol). I’m beginning to wake up and realize that this is all a dream. I’m wondering if I shouldn’t let one of these zombies kill me, so I can wake up, because that’s what always happens when you die in a dream. But I was like no, this is about the struggle for survival, I have to keep going. I think this was when I had my realization that it was 2012 that it was “real” and I had to make the most of it. Eventually, I ran down a side street into the smoky haze of sewer steam, and woke up.

End Dream

A slightly strange after note: It is now a gloomy Sunday morning. And my house is trembling just a bit. I can see the plant on the table tremble, and the coffee dish is making a light clinking noise. I thought maybe it was my computer, but when I went into the bathroom, the clock on the wall was also shaking a little. It is just a very eerie feeling. I am the only one home, and I haven’t heard a car go by yet on the highway outside my house.

Note to self: Prepare for zombie apocalypse.

The Zombie Apocalypse

30 x30 Update: #25 Down

I am dangerous with a deadly weapon. Or at least in a 15 foot range I am. 30 feet? Not so much.

My cousin, M, and my other cousin’s girlfriend, K, and I went to the firing range while I was in Atlanta. Things I learned? Guns are loud, casings are hot and clips are hard to load. We shot a 9mm Glock with Winchester 9mm Luger bullets. While, I don’t think I’ll be a CIA assassin anytime soon (damn it), I did hit the target – even the ‘x’ once! I sent my dad (a hunter) my target, hopefully he’ll be proud, ha. Pictures below.

NOTE: I’ve decided to update some of my 30×30 items, check it out.

My first attempt. 2 out of 3 ain’t bad.

My cousin, M’s damage.

Look, you can see the gun going off!

Loading the clip is really, really hard. Seriously.

K looks like a shooting pro.

My dad would be so proud.

30 x30 Update: #25 Down

The End is Here

The past few days have taken an emotional toll on me – I blame Mercury in retrograde. I couldn’t get the whole thing with A out of my head, and I was getting really caught up in the little stuff. After a thorough conversation with my Aunt, I’m in the process of reclaiming my beliefs on life and the “the bigger picture.” Beliefs that have been tested in these past few months, beliefs that have been compromised in the past few years.

And what I’m trying to say is that I’m over hating on A. I’m ready to let go with complete forgiveness. My mental state is back to where it should be (or at least heading in the right direction), and I realize that we all have to make choices. We all have to live our lives to the fullest and their should be no compromise in that. We’re all human, we’re all flawed. No one is in control of another person regardless of the promises made or expectations had. All we can do is hope for the best and brace ourselves for the worst. I accept this, I learn from this and I move on.

So, I’ll make a public apology to match my public rantings and ravings. Again those are the choices I made and I’ll stand by them for what that’s worth. But I’m done hating him, I don’t need any of you to hate him, etc. etc. He has his own lessons to learn in life and I wish him the best in doing that.

That is all. I hope you all find what you’re looking for.

UPDATE: Found this today. Hoorah. I couldn’t agree more.

The End is Here