Month: April 2012

Reawaken Your Instincts

I know the book is titled “Born to Run” but I didn’t realize until right around the end of the book that they were serious, that we were as a species designed to run. Not just here and there, but for incredibly long distances. There are two parts of the book that were particularly thought provoking: “‘Just look at the architecture,” Hartmann explained. Blueprint your feet, and you’ll find a marvel that engineers have been trying to match for centuries. Your foot’s centerpiece is the arch, the greatest weight-bearing design ever created. The beauty of an arch is the way it gets stronger under stress; the harder you push down, the tighter its parts mesh. No stonemason worth his trowel would ever stick a support under an arch; push up from underneath, and you weaken the whole structure. Buttressing the foot’s arch from all sides is a high-tensile web of twenty-six bones, thirty three joints, twelve rubbery tendons, and eighteen muscles, all stretching and flexing like an earthquake-resistance suspension bridge.” So really, we aren’t supposed to …

Crawfest!

I ate about 5 trays of crawfish in about 2 hours. No clue how many pounds that was but it was good, and better yet FREE! However, after consuming all that seafood, I can’t even look at a crawfish without slightly wanting to gag. Ah well. It’ll pass.

Thursday’s Gourmet Food Night

Today was an impromptu eat-out-food-day. It started with a vegan popsicle in the French Quarter at a place called Meltdown–it was strawberry cardamom flavored. It was a little lacking in cardamom flavor, but it was still great nonetheless. The aim of the afternoon was  to go see the Naval ships (it’s fleet week), but after standing in line for a half hour in the hot sun and going nowhere, we decided to get out of line and go find a beer. We went to some bar (I don’t even know which one) but they had $1 tacos, which were somewhat reminiscent of taco days in the middle school cafeteria–you know with the slightly stale shell? Then one of our friends had a craving for raw oysters, and after a bit of prompting, and an offer to pay for them, we made our way to Bourbon House. I’ve probably passed by this place a dozen times walking down Bourbon street after midnight, but I never noticed it. It definitely looked different during the day. Anyway, we got …

Born To Run!

I’ve slowly been reading this book, picking it up when I can justify taking a break from reading stuff for school (*cough* 7 chapters of epidemiology). I’ve never much been into running except recently when I challenged myself to run a 10K. Consequently, I haven’t run since then, which is a combo of my being lazy and busy, and just not taking the time to get out of bed and go outside. But reading this book just makes me want to strive to run more, longer distance, to really enjoy running not for exercise but for pleasure and the scenery, etc. Anyway, I’ll continue to read and hopefully get my behind up and at it. It’s hard not to find so many convenient excuses not to run. But here’s an excerpt from the book that I really liked today: Vigil, an old man alone in the woods, suddenly felt a burst of immortality. He was ont something. Something huge. It wasn’t just how to run; it was how to live, the essence of who we are …

Dinner Party of One

I cooked a bunch of food today, as I got over ambitious on my last grocery run and bought to much food that has a short shelf life. So I had to cook it all. I made roasted corn, chorizo, and goat cheese empanadas (with a crust from scratch), some chewy chocolate chip cookies, and some red sangria, and then I bought some chips and dip. And then invited a some folks over to eat it. They didn’t come. Well a couple people came, but not nearly enough to make a dent in this food. So I’m stuck with two trays of empanadas, a whole bunch of cookies, a big container of sangria, and some tostitos dip that I will probably never eat. I know, I have food for the week, but I still have other food in the fridge that needs to be eaten as well. I could just bring it somewhere and have people it, but I’m too salty to bring it to anyone–they need to bring their behinds over and get it. …