The title of this series is, Friends and Strangers: an intimate portrait
It will consist of a series of classically drawn and painted, detailed portraits of male genitalia, belonging to both friends and strangers of the artist.
this will require the anonymous submissions of close up photos, of the genitals, in whichever manner the sender wishes to present, can be flaccid or erect, held in their own hand or not.
Though this is potentially sexual subject matter, the portraits will not be presented in an overtly sexualized manner, the purpose is not specifically to arouse the viewer, but rather to represent the owner of the genitals as an ordinary portrait would. With the added element that these are people the artist may or may not know, in a non sexual capacity or possibly a sexual one; in addition to that, the artist may or may not know to whom these penises belong.
The idea is that submission be anonymous, unless the person submitting, wishes for their identity to be known to the artist.
ALL portraits will be presented anonymously however, regardless of whether, the artist knows the identity of the portrait.
Photos need to be good quality for the artist to work from, nothing blurry or grainy, compositions doesn't make a difference.
How to Submit photos of your genitalia:
1. submission email is: loanaea@gmail.com
and the subject needs to be: Friends and Strangers (otherwise the email submissions might be missed).
2. you may submit through anonymous email using
https://www.guerrillamail.com/compose (files can be sent through this anonymous mailer)
3. you may submit, non anonymously, if that is what you would like,
4. you may submit to my tumblr account as well (i will NOT post these submission to my tumblr feed)
http://loaloa.tumblr.com/submit
(these may also be anonymous or not depending on your preference.)
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Thursday, October 11, 2012
she misses you mr. D
She cries for you every night.
if i could fly, i would fly in through your window while you sleep
and whisper in your ear that she is sincere.
i would tell you that it is okay to be scared, but, it is better to be brave.
you don't have to be brave like her, but cast off the hermit shell.
she needs you, she's tired and doesn't want to cry anymore
but, just because she might stop saying it, doesn't mean she has stopped loving you.
she needs you
you think you are too damaged to be any good, but we are all damaged,
and sometimes she doesn't always want to be the strong one.
she doesn't want to do battle with what feels like the entire universe, just to prove to you that she is really real.
i am just a dog, i cannot fly, and i cannot whisper,
but, i am a dog, and i do not like to see my humans suffering when they could be happy instead.
she loves you, her love is forever, don't let it be in vain.
if i could fly, i would fly in through your window while you sleep
and whisper in your ear that she is sincere.
i would tell you that it is okay to be scared, but, it is better to be brave.
you don't have to be brave like her, but cast off the hermit shell.
she needs you, she's tired and doesn't want to cry anymore
but, just because she might stop saying it, doesn't mean she has stopped loving you.
she needs you
you think you are too damaged to be any good, but we are all damaged,
and sometimes she doesn't always want to be the strong one.
she doesn't want to do battle with what feels like the entire universe, just to prove to you that she is really real.
i am just a dog, i cannot fly, and i cannot whisper,
but, i am a dog, and i do not like to see my humans suffering when they could be happy instead.
she loves you, her love is forever, don't let it be in vain.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Tectonics and Stardust
We collided like tectonic plates, fiery and volatile and changed forever by one another.
We were dust until we met, and now we are a nebula, we will be a star, and there will be planets and we grow old and go supernova
I love you.
We were dust until we met, and now we are a nebula, we will be a star, and there will be planets and we grow old and go supernova
I love you.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Why, as an artist I believe instagram is good for art.
I read somewhere, that instagram was ruining art because it makes everyone think they are artists...
If everyone believes themselves to be creators of art, they will seek out more art, perhaps try new genres, be more supportive of arts programs in schools.
Obviously this idea that EVERYONE can be an artist, means everyone will experience the joy of creating art, without the self doubt that it is beyond their grasp.
As it was, photography was already (stupidly) debated to not even really be art.
Instagram, though cookie cutter, is simply an extension of the idea of pop art, being art for all. Now everyone wants to make something beautiful to look at, something that gives themselves and others pleasure.
This can only lead to further artistic curiosity as they seek out more beautiful things.
The average person, via, instagram, is now looking at the "ugliness" around them and through a mediocre phone lens, they are transforming is into the "beautiful" it is changing the way they see their surroundings, and it is opening their eyes and creating a more artistic, and therefor, a more well rounded way of thinking.
Just my thought on this, I don't remember where I read the complaint about instagram otherwise I'd site it here.
If everyone believes themselves to be creators of art, they will seek out more art, perhaps try new genres, be more supportive of arts programs in schools.
Obviously this idea that EVERYONE can be an artist, means everyone will experience the joy of creating art, without the self doubt that it is beyond their grasp.
As it was, photography was already (stupidly) debated to not even really be art.
Instagram, though cookie cutter, is simply an extension of the idea of pop art, being art for all. Now everyone wants to make something beautiful to look at, something that gives themselves and others pleasure.
This can only lead to further artistic curiosity as they seek out more beautiful things.
The average person, via, instagram, is now looking at the "ugliness" around them and through a mediocre phone lens, they are transforming is into the "beautiful" it is changing the way they see their surroundings, and it is opening their eyes and creating a more artistic, and therefor, a more well rounded way of thinking.
Just my thought on this, I don't remember where I read the complaint about instagram otherwise I'd site it here.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
You are my farmer and I am your garden
Plant me, I will be your garden,
Sow me with your love, sow me with your dreams, sow me with your friendship, and I will feed you for a lifetime. Sow me with your seeds and I will grow us a family, and when we die, our ashes will turn to stardust and we will float through the cosmos together forever.
I have loved you since the day I saw your face
Sow me with your love, sow me with your dreams, sow me with your friendship, and I will feed you for a lifetime. Sow me with your seeds and I will grow us a family, and when we die, our ashes will turn to stardust and we will float through the cosmos together forever.
I have loved you since the day I saw your face
Friday, March 9, 2012
What is the point?
What is the point of life, if everything we are told it should be turns out to be a lie?
Here [in the united states] we are told that any one of us can grow up to be a doctor, famous scientist, lawyer, movie star, or the president. Our parents tell us money doesn't buy happiness, but then we are conditioned to find pleasure in material wealth (which requires money). We work hard, because we were told that hard work will bring results, but then someone else is promoted to the position we deserve to have, because we've worked harder for it; or we are treated as though our hard work isn't worth much because they can always find someone else more desperate for fame and fortune, to do it for less. We realize that hard work often means missing out on pleasure, but we are conditioned to think that if we work harder, we can get to a point where we can enjoy the fruits of our labour. But this is a rare result for the average individual. Loved ones get sick, children need school supplies vacation time is disrupted by work demands on the other end of the ever present cell phone. We forget to take time for our self. We wonder about how our elders always talk about the good old days, but as it turns out, the truth is, there never was a 'good old days'. Look back at any point in human history and you will see it was fraught with human suffering and disaster. So how is it that we carry on? As it turns out the memory is designed to better retain the happy memories and let go of the sad ones (sorry I don't have a source for this at the moment). Perhaps this is because it makes growing old and dying easier. The more you remember the nice times, the easier it is to go peacefully when it's time, and before going, the more happy hopeful tales you'll be able to pass down to new generations. Even when remembering hard times, the funny joyous bits tend to stick out most.
Now, if we are clearly designed to feel pleasure, hope, joy and optimism, why is it so scarce? Perhaps, because we spend so much time being made to feel guilty for not fulfilling OTHER people's dreams/expectations for us. Most religions require us to almost seek out hardship, with this idea that self punishment will essentially be rewarded with a heavenly kingdom.
Now I personally do believe in some sort of higher energy, but I do not believe in suffering to earn heaven nonsense. If there is a god, it would make no sense for us to waste the gift of being able to feel pleasure, that is like saying, "fuck your gift god". In addition the idea that we are this god's main focus of attention, is also quite ridiculous. Um... Wouldn't he/she have an entire universe to worry about? Of course! And we are tiny in that universe.
Now, suppose there had never been any religion anywhere in the world, these ideas of duty and ideas of our grandiosity in the universe would also not exist. Our role in this universe is really quite minuscule. So, if we are just a blip in this giant universe, what is our purpose, what is the point for us being here? How can we find joy and satisfaction if we have no point? If we do not matter? Right?
Well, that's just it, it doesn't matter, and since it doesn't matter in the whole grand scheme of the universe, we can and SHOULD do whatever brings us joy and satisfaction in life (excluding anything cruel or harmful to others of course)
If all we have, is from the moment we are conceived, until the moment we expire, why shouldn't we make our pleasure our priority?
Unfortunately even if you are atheist, you have still been taught that you need to consider other peoples desires for your life. Jobs guilt us into thinking we need to remain loyal to a company that doesn't even appreciate us. We feel guilty for not fulfilling our parents' dreams and goals for us (likely hold overs from religious conditioning in society over centuries, regardless of the individuals beliefs or non beliefs).
The point to life, is to fill it with all the things that bring you pleasure and satisfaction.
There is no sense fretting or crying over what is out of one's control. Sad things happen, but if there's nothing you can do to change a sad thing, don't give it too much thought.
A perfect example of this, is a typical Haitian funeral. It lasts an entire day. In the morning you go to the funeral service, followed by the trip to the graveyard, everyone is crying and sad, people cling to the coffin, and you'd think they would die themselves, this is then followed by a gathering with food, and music, and happy tales and memories of the deceased, this pretty much turns into a big party with everyone joking and laughing and dancing to music and then when everyone's in a joyous mood, they pack the party up and go to their homes. Of course they are sad for their loss, but even the funeral is a celebration.
Every event should be approached that way. Sometimes things go badly, but it just means other things will go wonderfully.
More than anything in this world, aim to fill it with your joy.
Here [in the united states] we are told that any one of us can grow up to be a doctor, famous scientist, lawyer, movie star, or the president. Our parents tell us money doesn't buy happiness, but then we are conditioned to find pleasure in material wealth (which requires money). We work hard, because we were told that hard work will bring results, but then someone else is promoted to the position we deserve to have, because we've worked harder for it; or we are treated as though our hard work isn't worth much because they can always find someone else more desperate for fame and fortune, to do it for less. We realize that hard work often means missing out on pleasure, but we are conditioned to think that if we work harder, we can get to a point where we can enjoy the fruits of our labour. But this is a rare result for the average individual. Loved ones get sick, children need school supplies vacation time is disrupted by work demands on the other end of the ever present cell phone. We forget to take time for our self. We wonder about how our elders always talk about the good old days, but as it turns out, the truth is, there never was a 'good old days'. Look back at any point in human history and you will see it was fraught with human suffering and disaster. So how is it that we carry on? As it turns out the memory is designed to better retain the happy memories and let go of the sad ones (sorry I don't have a source for this at the moment). Perhaps this is because it makes growing old and dying easier. The more you remember the nice times, the easier it is to go peacefully when it's time, and before going, the more happy hopeful tales you'll be able to pass down to new generations. Even when remembering hard times, the funny joyous bits tend to stick out most.
Now, if we are clearly designed to feel pleasure, hope, joy and optimism, why is it so scarce? Perhaps, because we spend so much time being made to feel guilty for not fulfilling OTHER people's dreams/expectations for us. Most religions require us to almost seek out hardship, with this idea that self punishment will essentially be rewarded with a heavenly kingdom.
Now I personally do believe in some sort of higher energy, but I do not believe in suffering to earn heaven nonsense. If there is a god, it would make no sense for us to waste the gift of being able to feel pleasure, that is like saying, "fuck your gift god". In addition the idea that we are this god's main focus of attention, is also quite ridiculous. Um... Wouldn't he/she have an entire universe to worry about? Of course! And we are tiny in that universe.
Now, suppose there had never been any religion anywhere in the world, these ideas of duty and ideas of our grandiosity in the universe would also not exist. Our role in this universe is really quite minuscule. So, if we are just a blip in this giant universe, what is our purpose, what is the point for us being here? How can we find joy and satisfaction if we have no point? If we do not matter? Right?
Well, that's just it, it doesn't matter, and since it doesn't matter in the whole grand scheme of the universe, we can and SHOULD do whatever brings us joy and satisfaction in life (excluding anything cruel or harmful to others of course)
If all we have, is from the moment we are conceived, until the moment we expire, why shouldn't we make our pleasure our priority?
Unfortunately even if you are atheist, you have still been taught that you need to consider other peoples desires for your life. Jobs guilt us into thinking we need to remain loyal to a company that doesn't even appreciate us. We feel guilty for not fulfilling our parents' dreams and goals for us (likely hold overs from religious conditioning in society over centuries, regardless of the individuals beliefs or non beliefs).
The point to life, is to fill it with all the things that bring you pleasure and satisfaction.
There is no sense fretting or crying over what is out of one's control. Sad things happen, but if there's nothing you can do to change a sad thing, don't give it too much thought.
A perfect example of this, is a typical Haitian funeral. It lasts an entire day. In the morning you go to the funeral service, followed by the trip to the graveyard, everyone is crying and sad, people cling to the coffin, and you'd think they would die themselves, this is then followed by a gathering with food, and music, and happy tales and memories of the deceased, this pretty much turns into a big party with everyone joking and laughing and dancing to music and then when everyone's in a joyous mood, they pack the party up and go to their homes. Of course they are sad for their loss, but even the funeral is a celebration.
Every event should be approached that way. Sometimes things go badly, but it just means other things will go wonderfully.
More than anything in this world, aim to fill it with your joy.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Gluten Free, Grain Free Pizza from a Native New Yorker
Pizza Dough
3/4 cup warm water (105°-115°)
1 packet active dry yeast
1 cup tapioca flour
1 cup potato flour
1 teaspoon honey
3/4 teaspoon salt
3 tabe spoons olive oil
Pour 3/4 cup warm water into a small bowl, add yeast and let sit until it dissolves, (DO NOT STIR) approximately 5 minutes
in a large bowl, mix two cups flour, honey, and salt, (mix with hands or a processor - i used my hands)
add yeast mixture and 3tablespoons of olive oil
mix until you have a firm but sticky ball (adding more water or flour to get the right texture)
knead dough until smooth
transfer to a bowl lightly coated with olive oil, roll ball of dough around until lightly coated all over with olive oil,
cover with a plastic wrap or a wet paper towel
let rise for one hour
punch dough down and separate into four balls (for individual pizzas and easier baking)
roll out dough, starting from the center and working your way out being sure not to flatten the edges
Pizza Sauce
chopped garlic
tomato juice
oregano (dry)
basil (dry)
salt
black pepper
Saute chopped garlic in olive oil, until slightly browned add tomato juice and spices.
tomato juice
oregano (dry)
basil (dry)
salt
black pepper
Saute chopped garlic in olive oil, until slightly browned add tomato juice and spices.
Boil until thick adding more of any ingredients as you think they are needed.
when the consistency is to your liking, spread on rolled out dough and bake in a preheated oven (450° to heat up, reduced to 425° for actual baking)
when the dough is a bit brown add your cheese, you can use fresh mozzarella or the low moisture kind
or any other cheese you might like.
bake until cheese and crust are nice and browned. :D yummy
remember to let it cool before you chow down, or you'll burn the top of your mouth like i did. lol
Saturday, October 8, 2011
mommy baby picture day, by jupiterpuppy
today, i went to the hudson river with mommy and her friend david, he takes pictures.
mommy put on a dress and tall shoes and painted her face (sometimes she likes to paint her face, sometimes she doesn't). it was so hot and sunny out, and i got to lay in the sun. the river was scary though, there is a fence but i was afraid to go too close, what if i fell in? i am not a swimmer.
mommy is brave, she would stand right near the fence and even lean on it, i didn't really like that.
there were lots of other dogs there, because it is a park and it is a fun place for dogs to walk with their mommies and daddies and meet other dogs. there were also a lot of things to smell, and that is good, because dogs like to smell things.
i like mommy's friend david, he pets me and tells me i'm good and he takes my pictures, he also always has good stories to tell because, he always meets interesting people.
mommy put on a dress and tall shoes and painted her face (sometimes she likes to paint her face, sometimes she doesn't). it was so hot and sunny out, and i got to lay in the sun. the river was scary though, there is a fence but i was afraid to go too close, what if i fell in? i am not a swimmer.
mommy is brave, she would stand right near the fence and even lean on it, i didn't really like that.
there were lots of other dogs there, because it is a park and it is a fun place for dogs to walk with their mommies and daddies and meet other dogs. there were also a lot of things to smell, and that is good, because dogs like to smell things.
i like mommy's friend david, he pets me and tells me i'm good and he takes my pictures, he also always has good stories to tell because, he always meets interesting people.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
my life by jupiterpuppy
i wake up in the morning and everyone in the house says hello to me and tells me how cute i am. they ask me if i slept well and they pet me. i get to go lay in a sunbeam with the cat, when i get bored with that, or when it gets too hot, i go to my box bed and shove my blanket around until it is a wad, and then i lay down on it. in my bed i have stuffed toys, they are small and i get to cuddle them and pretend they're babies. some dogs beat up their baby toys and that's not very nice. maybe they would beat up their babies too.
mommy asks me if i am hungry and mommy asks me if i need to go potty. usually hungry means i get kibble, my kibble is yummy, but sometimes hungry means i get chicken or fish or beef. i usually get some of those meats at least once a day, sometimes it is a lot and it is my whole meal, sometimes it's just a snack. usually potty means we walk around the block and i get to smell the flowers and sniff everything. mommy doesn't rush me to find my perfect spot, even if it is raining or snowing (i like rain and snow). i like to poop. i pick my perfect spot to make my poop, and then mommy always puts it in a bag, i don't know why she does that. i need to find a spot so perfect mommy will leave it there. finding a spot to pee pee is even harder. it has to be even more perfect and sometimes i think i've found it, and then i realize it's not perfect enough because an even more perfect spot is next to it. it is hard to pee pee in the right spot.
sometimes mommy asks me if i want to go shopping, and i always say yes.
shopping means i get to go into places where strangers tell me i'm pretty and pet me and fawn over me. i like that. before i lived with mommy, people were only ever mean to me, and yelled at me or hit me. mommy doesn't let anyone do that, she only introduces me to nice people. there are so many nice people in the city were mommy took me to live. no body hits me here. my favorite place to go shopping is TJ Maxx because they have baby blankets there, and if i beg really nicely mommy buys me a baby blanket. i love soft blankets. i also like it there because the ladies at the jewelry counter are very nice to me. sometimes mommy also takes me to the gap. there is a man there with his hand out to pet me, he never moves though and every time i go to his hand mommy laughs at me and says he's not real. he looks real and he's always wearing new clothes, so i don't know how she can say he's not real. she calls him a man kin or something like that. i don't know what kind of man is a "kin" but he always has his hand out to pet me.
i also have an uncle, he is fun, he tries to do things to make me mad, sometimes he pretends to get electrocuted, sometimes he plays ugly notes on his musical instrument, one has strings and one has teeth you press. usually he makes nice music and it makes me happy. sometimes he says words i do not like to annoy me. i love him any way though. he plays tag with me and does agility tricks with me, i jump from the floor to some pillows to the couch and stuff like that and he likes that. sometimes when he is at his desk, i tap him so he can pet me, because he looks bored and needs to pet me so he won't be bored. i like to sit on his lap and sometimes the cat gets jealous and then we both sit on his lap.
i like to visit grandma and grandpa in their room. i watch tv with them and they tell me i'm cute and they pet me and tell me they love me. i am not allowed on their bed, because grandma says no fur on the bed. but the cat goes on there and it's not fair grandpa says. grandma doesn't know that he lets me on the bed when she's not home. mostly i go to their room to watch tv with grandma.
at the end of the day it is my bedtime and i learned from the cat how to push the bedroom door open with my head, then i go to bed. sometimes mommy asks me to snuggle with her in her bed, but i have my own bed. sometimes i think mommy can't sleep so i lay with her and then when she is asleep i go to my own bed to sleep. i like my bedroom bed. it also has a blanket like the living room box bed.
i have a good life with mommy, not like with my old owners they were not nice, but mommy is very nice to me. and now i have many friends.
mommy asks me if i am hungry and mommy asks me if i need to go potty. usually hungry means i get kibble, my kibble is yummy, but sometimes hungry means i get chicken or fish or beef. i usually get some of those meats at least once a day, sometimes it is a lot and it is my whole meal, sometimes it's just a snack. usually potty means we walk around the block and i get to smell the flowers and sniff everything. mommy doesn't rush me to find my perfect spot, even if it is raining or snowing (i like rain and snow). i like to poop. i pick my perfect spot to make my poop, and then mommy always puts it in a bag, i don't know why she does that. i need to find a spot so perfect mommy will leave it there. finding a spot to pee pee is even harder. it has to be even more perfect and sometimes i think i've found it, and then i realize it's not perfect enough because an even more perfect spot is next to it. it is hard to pee pee in the right spot.
sometimes mommy asks me if i want to go shopping, and i always say yes.
shopping means i get to go into places where strangers tell me i'm pretty and pet me and fawn over me. i like that. before i lived with mommy, people were only ever mean to me, and yelled at me or hit me. mommy doesn't let anyone do that, she only introduces me to nice people. there are so many nice people in the city were mommy took me to live. no body hits me here. my favorite place to go shopping is TJ Maxx because they have baby blankets there, and if i beg really nicely mommy buys me a baby blanket. i love soft blankets. i also like it there because the ladies at the jewelry counter are very nice to me. sometimes mommy also takes me to the gap. there is a man there with his hand out to pet me, he never moves though and every time i go to his hand mommy laughs at me and says he's not real. he looks real and he's always wearing new clothes, so i don't know how she can say he's not real. she calls him a man kin or something like that. i don't know what kind of man is a "kin" but he always has his hand out to pet me.
i also have an uncle, he is fun, he tries to do things to make me mad, sometimes he pretends to get electrocuted, sometimes he plays ugly notes on his musical instrument, one has strings and one has teeth you press. usually he makes nice music and it makes me happy. sometimes he says words i do not like to annoy me. i love him any way though. he plays tag with me and does agility tricks with me, i jump from the floor to some pillows to the couch and stuff like that and he likes that. sometimes when he is at his desk, i tap him so he can pet me, because he looks bored and needs to pet me so he won't be bored. i like to sit on his lap and sometimes the cat gets jealous and then we both sit on his lap.
i like to visit grandma and grandpa in their room. i watch tv with them and they tell me i'm cute and they pet me and tell me they love me. i am not allowed on their bed, because grandma says no fur on the bed. but the cat goes on there and it's not fair grandpa says. grandma doesn't know that he lets me on the bed when she's not home. mostly i go to their room to watch tv with grandma.
at the end of the day it is my bedtime and i learned from the cat how to push the bedroom door open with my head, then i go to bed. sometimes mommy asks me to snuggle with her in her bed, but i have my own bed. sometimes i think mommy can't sleep so i lay with her and then when she is asleep i go to my own bed to sleep. i like my bedroom bed. it also has a blanket like the living room box bed.
i have a good life with mommy, not like with my old owners they were not nice, but mommy is very nice to me. and now i have many friends.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Jupiter Puppy Thinks She Can Fool Me
It is just after midnight and just after Lunar's dinner time. Lunar is my brother's cat and he eats at 11am and 11pm. Jupiter thinks Lunar's food is delicious (even though it makes her tummy upset). When Lunar eats we have to keep a close eye on Jupiter, lest she sneak in and eat his food. The thing is, we always know when she's after his food, because it's the only time she ever hangs out in the kitchen uninvited. She will twirl about and act very cute, and pretend she just wants to get some water. Her water dish is next to Lunar's food bowl. We will ask her if she is thirsty and she will twirl about excitedly, but we know water isn't really what she's after, we don't fall for that trick anymore - drink two sips and then sneak some kitty food.
She is terribly cute for trying, however.
She is terribly cute for trying, however.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
My Beloved Gameows (stuffed kitties)
These are my most beloved stuffed animals. They were my favorite baby toys and they are as old as I am.
These are the three Gameows, and each on had a personality of their own. the one on the right was the extra timid shy kitty, the middle one was the boy and he was tough and flashy(I also used to have a REAL tortoise shell bracelet that I put 'round his neck as a collar), the one on the left was the even tempered one, she was neither tough nor shy, but she was sweet.
The one on the right has no ears because I ate them off in my sleep as well has half of the middle one's ears. I was dreaming I was eating and when I woke up I discovered I had been eating the ears. I woke up before I could eat all the ears. They really are two gray and one brown, they're actually not that dingy, which is quite remarkable.
Why I Love Mondays
Most people seem to hate Mondays, but when you stop to analyze why, you can see that this hate is unjustified. Monday is the traditional start of the corporate work week, it means sunday night you go to bed early so you can begrudgingly wake up early Monday morning and cram yourself onto a train with thousands of other tired people. If you are a student it is the day you typically grumpily head back to class with your assignments ready to turn in (hopefully, if you are a good student). Though few of us are bright eyed and bushy tailed first thing in the morning we should still not forget that work and school are GOOD things, not punishments.
School is what in a large part, prepares us for the world, provides us resources to have a fulfilling life. There, we learn useful things, we learn skills and we learn what it is that holds our interests and makes us happy. School is where we learn to make friends, and how to tolerate people we don't like in a constructive civil manner (hopefully). It is where we first start learning how to solve conflicts and try new things. School is a gift; yes, it is difficult, but few things worth doing are easy.
Work is also a gift. We complain about hating work, but few of us enjoy being unemployed. Most of us like to be useful and productive to society around us. We also usually want to be successful for ourselves, so we can feel pride in ourselves and out talents, and MOST of all, we work so we can make money, so we can do the things we like on our precious days off.
When it comes to my mondays I also love them for another reason. Monday is the grocery shopping day in my house. That means by 11pm we have a fully stocked kitchen full of wonderful things to eat, all sorts of fruits and vegetables and meats and cheeses. For me, Monday is the day I wake up and start achieving things and reward myself with wonderful food at the end of the day.
Monday is a gift.
School is what in a large part, prepares us for the world, provides us resources to have a fulfilling life. There, we learn useful things, we learn skills and we learn what it is that holds our interests and makes us happy. School is where we learn to make friends, and how to tolerate people we don't like in a constructive civil manner (hopefully). It is where we first start learning how to solve conflicts and try new things. School is a gift; yes, it is difficult, but few things worth doing are easy.
Work is also a gift. We complain about hating work, but few of us enjoy being unemployed. Most of us like to be useful and productive to society around us. We also usually want to be successful for ourselves, so we can feel pride in ourselves and out talents, and MOST of all, we work so we can make money, so we can do the things we like on our precious days off.
When it comes to my mondays I also love them for another reason. Monday is the grocery shopping day in my house. That means by 11pm we have a fully stocked kitchen full of wonderful things to eat, all sorts of fruits and vegetables and meats and cheeses. For me, Monday is the day I wake up and start achieving things and reward myself with wonderful food at the end of the day.
Monday is a gift.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Drinking Hot Water
So, I started drinking hot water instead of cold water this week.
I do not know why I hadn't started this sooner, because I've always loved drinking hot water since first having it with a meal at a local Japanese restaurant. It was winter, and instead of serving cold water, they served hot water, like tea, without the tea.
Well, a few days ago I was watching my favorite YouTube Beauty Guru Queenie Chan and she was giving traditional Asian beauty tips. I like her channel because she is always positive and gives meaningful beauty/health tips as opposed to the typical more superficial beauty gurus (i like those too, but just for the techniques they share) as well as tips for having an all around happier life.
Of Queenie Chan's many tips in this video, the one that stuck out most to me was the hot water.
The idea is that you drink hot water in the morning instead of cold, it is supposed to boost metabolism and be better for the body. Cold water first thing in the morning is rather a shock to the system and in fact I would often feel sick as I would down my first glass of water a day. My solution to that queasy feeling would be to mix in something sour, like pure cranberry or lemon or lime juice.
I can't help feeling a tad stupid though because it isn't as if I had never noticed before that hot drinks feel better first thing in the morning. There have been many mornings that I'd drink tea as my first beverage. In my defense however, I think I somehow made a connection between sour drinks instead of hot drinks as being the solution to the problem, even though the sour drinks only solved the problem to a small degree.
All week i have been drinking hot water, not just first thing, but throughout the day. I can't say I've noticed a difference in my metabolism however i've noticed a few other things
1. I am no longer queasy first thing in the morning which was a problem I'd had for longer than I can remember.
2. I'm no longer queasy after any other meals I eat throughout the day.
3. It's still hot out, but drinking hot water hasn't made me any hotter.
The idea that I won't be queasy any more in the morning will be an incentive for me to eat breakfasts, which I have not eaten for years now and which I am sure would make a world of difference to my slow metabolism.
When I went ahead and told my mother about the warm water instead of cold, she told me that my paternal grandmother used to do the same thing. I had a good feeling knowing that.
Here is the link to Queenie's Video
I do not know why I hadn't started this sooner, because I've always loved drinking hot water since first having it with a meal at a local Japanese restaurant. It was winter, and instead of serving cold water, they served hot water, like tea, without the tea.
Well, a few days ago I was watching my favorite YouTube Beauty Guru Queenie Chan and she was giving traditional Asian beauty tips. I like her channel because she is always positive and gives meaningful beauty/health tips as opposed to the typical more superficial beauty gurus (i like those too, but just for the techniques they share) as well as tips for having an all around happier life.
Of Queenie Chan's many tips in this video, the one that stuck out most to me was the hot water.
The idea is that you drink hot water in the morning instead of cold, it is supposed to boost metabolism and be better for the body. Cold water first thing in the morning is rather a shock to the system and in fact I would often feel sick as I would down my first glass of water a day. My solution to that queasy feeling would be to mix in something sour, like pure cranberry or lemon or lime juice.
I can't help feeling a tad stupid though because it isn't as if I had never noticed before that hot drinks feel better first thing in the morning. There have been many mornings that I'd drink tea as my first beverage. In my defense however, I think I somehow made a connection between sour drinks instead of hot drinks as being the solution to the problem, even though the sour drinks only solved the problem to a small degree.
All week i have been drinking hot water, not just first thing, but throughout the day. I can't say I've noticed a difference in my metabolism however i've noticed a few other things
1. I am no longer queasy first thing in the morning which was a problem I'd had for longer than I can remember.
2. I'm no longer queasy after any other meals I eat throughout the day.
3. It's still hot out, but drinking hot water hasn't made me any hotter.
The idea that I won't be queasy any more in the morning will be an incentive for me to eat breakfasts, which I have not eaten for years now and which I am sure would make a world of difference to my slow metabolism.
When I went ahead and told my mother about the warm water instead of cold, she told me that my paternal grandmother used to do the same thing. I had a good feeling knowing that.
Here is the link to Queenie's Video
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