I set a goal of trying to maintain a base of running 10 miles a week this Winter so that I don't have to start from scratch in the Spring. With the weather a little warmer today, I was able to get off the treadmill and run outside in the sunshine. It sure felt good, and as it often does, Slacker's alternative workout dialed up The Beastie Boys to help get my body movin':
Body movin, body movin
A-1 sound, sound so soothing
Body movin, body movin
We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin.
Now Let me get some action from the back section
We need body rocking not perfection
Let your back bone flip but dont slip a disc
Let your spine unwind just take a risk
I wanna do the freak until the break of dawn
Now, tell me party people is that so wrong
The ship is docking, inter-lockin
And up-rockin electro-shocking
We're getting down computer action
Do the robotic satisfaction
All of y'all get off the wall
Have a ball and get involved with
Body movin, body movin
with the a-1 sound sound so soothing
Body movin, body movin
We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin.
Stand erect, arms down,
Swing left arm big same with the right
Flame on, I'm gone
I'm so sweet like a nice bon bon
Came out rapping when I was born
Mom said rock it 'til the break of dawn
Puttin bodies in motion cause I got the notion
Like Roy Cormier with the coconut lotion
The sound of music makin you insane
You can't explain to people this type of mind frame
Like a bottle of Chateau Neuf Du Pap
I'm fine like wine when I start to rap
We need body rockin not perfection
Let me get some action from the back section
Gotta love these guys, and give them at least a little bit of credit for putting my body in motion, even if my motion was a little different from the one they're calling out for in this song...
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Sunday, January 19, 2014
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Egg Raid on Mojo
This has been a cracking good day from start to finish, and it started, at 4am, with me cracking an egg.
Unlike one of the coolest bands ever, The Beastie Boys, my egg raid took place in my kitchen, but seeing this video tonight sure brought back some fond memories of my slam-dancing youth. (Mind you, when this video was shot, I was 8, and my dancing was a little less violent in those days.)
But I digress -- back to the 4am egg. This past week has been rough on me, so I've been trying to be good to myself in little ways, like eating and drinking what I want when I want. Last night I had two cravings: eggs and pasta, and though I briefly thought about combining the two I quickly settled on tortellini with pesto instead. When I went to sleep, after enjoying some vino, I dreamt about eggs. Weird dreams, not that there are probably a lot of normal dreams about eggs, but these were pretty strange. Like I gave two people gifts, and they were eggs. Cooked eggs, but wrapped up as if they were presents. And I packed for a business trip, only to realize, when I got there, that I hadn't brought a suit to wear, only an egg sandwich. You may be starting to see why, when I woke up to pee at 4am (which is not unusual), I got out a frying pan, turned it on, and cooked myself an egg (which is unusual). I ate it on toast with avocado, and it tasted about as good as anything I've ever eaten has tasted. Weird, huh? Then I meditated a bit, and fell back to sleep.
It was a gorgeous day today, and I had the good fortune to meet one of my favorite pals to enjoy some time outside right in the middle of it. I told him my egg tale, and he had some fascinating takes on it. I'm not going to go into it all here, but there was talk about amniotic sacs, and yolks, and the need for both nourishment and protection, and maybe I wasn't getting both even though I needed both, and the sperm and the egg, and maybe I've been too spermy and I need to be more eggy. The egg, you see, drops and then waits to see what comes to it. I, on the other hand, have been doing a lot of swimming. Perhaps too much swimming.
I reckon the moral of the story is this: enter the scene (drop), sit, wait until you've been given nourishment and protection, and THEN make your baby, whatever your baby may be.
Unlike one of the coolest bands ever, The Beastie Boys, my egg raid took place in my kitchen, but seeing this video tonight sure brought back some fond memories of my slam-dancing youth. (Mind you, when this video was shot, I was 8, and my dancing was a little less violent in those days.)
But I digress -- back to the 4am egg. This past week has been rough on me, so I've been trying to be good to myself in little ways, like eating and drinking what I want when I want. Last night I had two cravings: eggs and pasta, and though I briefly thought about combining the two I quickly settled on tortellini with pesto instead. When I went to sleep, after enjoying some vino, I dreamt about eggs. Weird dreams, not that there are probably a lot of normal dreams about eggs, but these were pretty strange. Like I gave two people gifts, and they were eggs. Cooked eggs, but wrapped up as if they were presents. And I packed for a business trip, only to realize, when I got there, that I hadn't brought a suit to wear, only an egg sandwich. You may be starting to see why, when I woke up to pee at 4am (which is not unusual), I got out a frying pan, turned it on, and cooked myself an egg (which is unusual). I ate it on toast with avocado, and it tasted about as good as anything I've ever eaten has tasted. Weird, huh? Then I meditated a bit, and fell back to sleep.
It was a gorgeous day today, and I had the good fortune to meet one of my favorite pals to enjoy some time outside right in the middle of it. I told him my egg tale, and he had some fascinating takes on it. I'm not going to go into it all here, but there was talk about amniotic sacs, and yolks, and the need for both nourishment and protection, and maybe I wasn't getting both even though I needed both, and the sperm and the egg, and maybe I've been too spermy and I need to be more eggy. The egg, you see, drops and then waits to see what comes to it. I, on the other hand, have been doing a lot of swimming. Perhaps too much swimming.
I reckon the moral of the story is this: enter the scene (drop), sit, wait until you've been given nourishment and protection, and THEN make your baby, whatever your baby may be.
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