Thursday, July 31, 2008
Peeve of the day.
Did your mother never throttle you hard enough to convince you to put your silverware in the dishwasher?
And what about that pile of pots I find in the sink every morning from your dinner the night before?
I am a neat person in an increasingly dirty house, soon to be a neat spree killer of three male roommates.
And what about that pile of pots I find in the sink every morning from your dinner the night before?
I am a neat person in an increasingly dirty house, soon to be a neat spree killer of three male roommates.
It is official. I am engaged
to TheDailyPlate.com.
Don't ask me anything about its connections to Livestrong. I don't know shit about it.
What I DID know was blinding terror when faced with the prospect of eight weeks with minimal exercise on my busted foot.
My sister broke the same bone, fifth metatarsal, last year. She gained ten pounds. It was hardly visible -- both my sisters are skinny tall ladies -- but on me, ten pounds looks like a potential pregnancy. I like the phrase "gone to seed," but I cannot go to seed. I'm only twenty years old. That phrase is on special reserve for forty-year-old former football stars. I have never played football.
When the ginger lady doctor at the clinic showed me the fracture on the X-rays I screamed "OH GOD NO FOOT TEN POUNDS TOO YOUNG CHUB CHUB CHUB."
The ginger lady doctor, who was very kind, reminded me that weight gain wouldn't be a problem if I simply adjusted for my new caloric needs. Brilliant woman. Although I probably would have figured it out myself if I hadn't been too busy writhing in agonized pre-ten-pound spasms on the cold clinic linoleum floor.
It's very easy. I told TDP about my lifestyle (sedentary) and my weight (atrocious). I sit down at my laptop religiously after and often during every meal, and I record exactly what I've eaten. TDP helps me keep my water intake and my % Daily Values on track, too.
Aaand . . . not only have I been able to maintain my pre-break weight, I've lost a little, too.
Take that, you damn foot!
Don't ask me anything about its connections to Livestrong. I don't know shit about it.
What I DID know was blinding terror when faced with the prospect of eight weeks with minimal exercise on my busted foot.
My sister broke the same bone, fifth metatarsal, last year. She gained ten pounds. It was hardly visible -- both my sisters are skinny tall ladies -- but on me, ten pounds looks like a potential pregnancy. I like the phrase "gone to seed," but I cannot go to seed. I'm only twenty years old. That phrase is on special reserve for forty-year-old former football stars. I have never played football.
When the ginger lady doctor at the clinic showed me the fracture on the X-rays I screamed "OH GOD NO FOOT TEN POUNDS TOO YOUNG CHUB CHUB CHUB."
The ginger lady doctor, who was very kind, reminded me that weight gain wouldn't be a problem if I simply adjusted for my new caloric needs. Brilliant woman. Although I probably would have figured it out myself if I hadn't been too busy writhing in agonized pre-ten-pound spasms on the cold clinic linoleum floor.
It's very easy. I told TDP about my lifestyle (sedentary) and my weight (atrocious). I sit down at my laptop religiously after and often during every meal, and I record exactly what I've eaten. TDP helps me keep my water intake and my % Daily Values on track, too.
Aaand . . . not only have I been able to maintain my pre-break weight, I've lost a little, too.
Take that, you damn foot!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Peeve of the Day.
The survival rate in Battlestar Galactica is something like 300% -- unless you're a new pilot we've only met for two seconds, or you've recently made an unsuccessful marriage proposal.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Our hero comes from a family of semi-related people who do stupid things.
My grandfather is probably the worst of the lot. He's not a blood relation, but the husband of my grandmother. They married about ten years ago. After meeting Frank, we enthusiastically adopted him into the fold. He's a sweet guy, an amazing cook, and somehow able to cope with my grandmother's numerous weirdnesses that I can only speculate stem from the same strange environmental factors which gave my late grandfather (her first husband) colon cancer at the age of fifty-six.
I last saw Frank when he and my mother's mother came to town for my sister's high school graduation. My sisters are able to use the tiniest slivers of soap for weeks on end, but Frank (whose eyesight is not great) overlooked their sliver and assumed there was no soap. The poor man got out of the shower and dripped his way to the downstairs bathroom, where he seized upon a bar of shrink-wrapped hand soap my mother kept on the sink for appearances only. He then proceeded to attempt to wash himself with the still plastic-wrapped band soap bar.
One of my mother's favorite stories about Frank is probably not totally fair to Frank in re-telling. He had indigestion. My mother had her cure-all, Tums antacid chewable calcium discs about an inch in diameter, readily available. (So many stomach viruses my mother has valiantly attempted to combat with Tums. So many failures.) Frank went into the bathroom to take the Tums and came out spluttering.
"Frank," said my mother. "Are you okay?"
Frank rubbed his red, watery eyes. He wheezed. "Those Tums were a little hard to swallow," he explained.
As odd as Frank can be, he's no match for his wife. My grandmother is truly an strange duck. She called my mother to ask what colors I was planning on using in my freshman-year dorm room. She wanted to make me an afghan. When my mother told her red and purple, she replied, "Well, I've already bought green and pink, so I'm just going to use those." Later that same academic year, she mailed me a box of socks inscribed with "Princess" and embroidered cats she'd bought years earlier and never worn.
And now I've determined to carry on family tradition. While two-beer-dancing to the new Girl Talk album at a friend's party Saturday before last, I rolled awkwardly on my left foot and broke my fifth metatarsal.
Stupid.
I last saw Frank when he and my mother's mother came to town for my sister's high school graduation. My sisters are able to use the tiniest slivers of soap for weeks on end, but Frank (whose eyesight is not great) overlooked their sliver and assumed there was no soap. The poor man got out of the shower and dripped his way to the downstairs bathroom, where he seized upon a bar of shrink-wrapped hand soap my mother kept on the sink for appearances only. He then proceeded to attempt to wash himself with the still plastic-wrapped band soap bar.
One of my mother's favorite stories about Frank is probably not totally fair to Frank in re-telling. He had indigestion. My mother had her cure-all, Tums antacid chewable calcium discs about an inch in diameter, readily available. (So many stomach viruses my mother has valiantly attempted to combat with Tums. So many failures.) Frank went into the bathroom to take the Tums and came out spluttering.
"Frank," said my mother. "Are you okay?"
Frank rubbed his red, watery eyes. He wheezed. "Those Tums were a little hard to swallow," he explained.
As odd as Frank can be, he's no match for his wife. My grandmother is truly an strange duck. She called my mother to ask what colors I was planning on using in my freshman-year dorm room. She wanted to make me an afghan. When my mother told her red and purple, she replied, "Well, I've already bought green and pink, so I'm just going to use those." Later that same academic year, she mailed me a box of socks inscribed with "Princess" and embroidered cats she'd bought years earlier and never worn.
And now I've determined to carry on family tradition. While two-beer-dancing to the new Girl Talk album at a friend's party Saturday before last, I rolled awkwardly on my left foot and broke my fifth metatarsal.
Stupid.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
The Bat signal is not a beeper.
FILM.
Saw a late showing of The Dark Knight yesterday with my roommates Chris and Dan, Chris's girlfriend Ruthie, and our other friend Chris. I chose pre-sliced fruit and an Arizona Diet Green Tea with Ginseng (delicious and zero calories) from the Taj MahTeeter as we waited for the previous showing in theater one to empty. I was the most excited I've ever been in a Harris Teeter. Gosh, I love Batman.
Ruthie complained that Christian Bale's Batman fell flat "as usual." I've never had a problem with Bale's Batman. In this film, in particular, it was necessary for Batman to become secondary to two other highly dynamic characters: Aaron Eckhart's Harvey Dent and Heath Ledger's Joker. Three hours of three impassioned, complicated lead characters would have been a tremendous strain on the audience. We're already familiar with Batman's plight. He doesn't need as much attention. I am completely satisfied with "The Dark Knight", and if I had more dollaz I would go see it again today.
I didn't regret Heath Ledger's death when it first broke, but now, I do. His performance was unbelievable. I hope they give him an Oscar for that shit, because he's the only actor I've seen this year who deserves it.
MUSIC.
Electric Feel, the second single from MGMT's Oracular Spectacular, is the sexiest song I've heard since Hercules and Love Affair's Hercules' Theme.
DIET AND EXERCISE.
The Special K diet for two or three weeks. Why? Because I'm impatient and I broke a bone in my left foot so I won't be able to exercise for a while.
My sister gained ten pounds when she broke the same bone. I refuse. I am 143lbs and dropping.
I'm pissed that I paid forty dollars to use the gym for this summer session, because the good ginger lady doctor at the clinic says I'll probably be off my feet for the next eight weeks. I'll see what the orthopedic doctor has to say on Monday.
Saw a late showing of The Dark Knight yesterday with my roommates Chris and Dan, Chris's girlfriend Ruthie, and our other friend Chris. I chose pre-sliced fruit and an Arizona Diet Green Tea with Ginseng (delicious and zero calories) from the Taj MahTeeter as we waited for the previous showing in theater one to empty. I was the most excited I've ever been in a Harris Teeter. Gosh, I love Batman.
Ruthie complained that Christian Bale's Batman fell flat "as usual." I've never had a problem with Bale's Batman. In this film, in particular, it was necessary for Batman to become secondary to two other highly dynamic characters: Aaron Eckhart's Harvey Dent and Heath Ledger's Joker. Three hours of three impassioned, complicated lead characters would have been a tremendous strain on the audience. We're already familiar with Batman's plight. He doesn't need as much attention. I am completely satisfied with "The Dark Knight", and if I had more dollaz I would go see it again today.
I didn't regret Heath Ledger's death when it first broke, but now, I do. His performance was unbelievable. I hope they give him an Oscar for that shit, because he's the only actor I've seen this year who deserves it.
MUSIC.
Electric Feel, the second single from MGMT's Oracular Spectacular, is the sexiest song I've heard since Hercules and Love Affair's Hercules' Theme.
DIET AND EXERCISE.
The Special K diet for two or three weeks. Why? Because I'm impatient and I broke a bone in my left foot so I won't be able to exercise for a while.
My sister gained ten pounds when she broke the same bone. I refuse. I am 143lbs and dropping.
I'm pissed that I paid forty dollars to use the gym for this summer session, because the good ginger lady doctor at the clinic says I'll probably be off my feet for the next eight weeks. I'll see what the orthopedic doctor has to say on Monday.
Monday, July 14, 2008
I've hidden the plans for the bomb in my brassiere, Mr. Bond. Apparently that was unwise.
FILM.
I saw my first two Bond films two days ago. From Russia with Love was charming. Sean Connery exactly satisfied my uninformed pre-existing notions of Bond. He looks very little like old-man Sean Connery, but the faces of the aging are always more defined than their younger faces. Oddly enough, he looks like an acquaintance of mine from high school who gave a Bond-themed party that I attended last time I was in Raleigh. Hence all this watching of Bond films. I hadn't seen one and talk and costumes at the party piqued my interest.
On recommendation from my roommate Mikey and our friend/Mikey's bandmate Sean, my second Bond film was Moonraker. I was a little thrown by Bond in space. I gather, from others' assessments of the film, that was a common reaction to the movie. I don't think I like Roger Moore so much as I liked Connery yet, but he may grow on me.
Mikey's bringing me two more films after he works at the campus Teaching and Learning Center (where we lucky students can rent videos) tonight. You see, I've decided to watch all 21 released Bond films before the end of this summer.
WORK.
Had a job interview today at the TLC (mentioned above). It seemed to go really well. Nanny Foster, who would be my boss, is awesome and nuts. She apparently carries cat treats in her purse to feed a cat named Biscuit, whose people's yard she walks through every morning on her way to work. I think I impressed her with my work ethic and mad peep skillz.
Chris and Mikey tell me working at the TLC is very laid-back. There is ample time to do homework, mess around on the internet, and various other activities while working. It sounds like the perfect job. I need one.
I saw my first two Bond films two days ago. From Russia with Love was charming. Sean Connery exactly satisfied my uninformed pre-existing notions of Bond. He looks very little like old-man Sean Connery, but the faces of the aging are always more defined than their younger faces. Oddly enough, he looks like an acquaintance of mine from high school who gave a Bond-themed party that I attended last time I was in Raleigh. Hence all this watching of Bond films. I hadn't seen one and talk and costumes at the party piqued my interest.
On recommendation from my roommate Mikey and our friend/Mikey's bandmate Sean, my second Bond film was Moonraker. I was a little thrown by Bond in space. I gather, from others' assessments of the film, that was a common reaction to the movie. I don't think I like Roger Moore so much as I liked Connery yet, but he may grow on me.
Mikey's bringing me two more films after he works at the campus Teaching and Learning Center (where we lucky students can rent videos) tonight. You see, I've decided to watch all 21 released Bond films before the end of this summer.
WORK.
Had a job interview today at the TLC (mentioned above). It seemed to go really well. Nanny Foster, who would be my boss, is awesome and nuts. She apparently carries cat treats in her purse to feed a cat named Biscuit, whose people's yard she walks through every morning on her way to work. I think I impressed her with my work ethic and mad peep skillz.
Chris and Mikey tell me working at the TLC is very laid-back. There is ample time to do homework, mess around on the internet, and various other activities while working. It sounds like the perfect job. I need one.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Murder in Blueberry Junction.
LITERATURE.
Agatha Christie mystery novels are crack for the sedentary literary set.
When I retire, I want to be the world's foremost authority on Poirot. I'll never have to write a word of criticism.
DIET AND EXERCISE.
I have eaten the world in the past week. Stupid lady-times.
I'm exercising three days on, one day off for the next week or two. I'm exhausted, and I haven't lost a pound. I took two naps yesterday and still fell asleep by two and slept until eleven.
I want to lose weight, but every time I'm more hesitant to commit to the self-loathing that is a necessary part of any weight-loss effort.
147.5lbs.
Agatha Christie mystery novels are crack for the sedentary literary set.
When I retire, I want to be the world's foremost authority on Poirot. I'll never have to write a word of criticism.
DIET AND EXERCISE.
I have eaten the world in the past week. Stupid lady-times.
I'm exercising three days on, one day off for the next week or two. I'm exhausted, and I haven't lost a pound. I took two naps yesterday and still fell asleep by two and slept until eleven.
I want to lose weight, but every time I'm more hesitant to commit to the self-loathing that is a necessary part of any weight-loss effort.
147.5lbs.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
I can't cook, so I was surprised.
Last night, I made fried rice with onions, carrots, sugar snow peas. It tasted damn good.
Today, I did it again, but with onions and broccoli.
I am a GENIUS.
Today, I did it again, but with onions and broccoli.
I am a GENIUS.
New layout/tuoyal weN.
Brittany Forks, my good friend and graphic designer extraordinaire, left me a lovely Facebook wall post two days ago offering to "spruce up" my blog. Thanks to her, we have this cute new layout to enjoy!
Britters is amazingly creative. One of my favorite of her many projects is Kilobyte Couture, adorable geeky jewelry handmade from old computer parts. (I have several of her pendants and two pins. I wear them all the time.)
The old KiloCouture logo is currently undergoing a revamp, as Brittany wants to make the products more appealing to nerdy dudes as well as girls. She's also planning to experiment with dipping resistors and capacitors in gold to create jewelry appropriate for more formal occasions.
LITERATURE.
I finally finished Mark Z. Danielewski's Only Revolutions on Monday afternoon a mere twenty-five minutes before I needed to complete it for Aaron Dell's fourth Monday afternoon Kinbote literary salon. I took four weeks to complete the book.
The plot of Only Revolutions is dependent upon the book's complex structure. It's the sort of book that requires a lot of time to digest. I was fortunate that my first reading took place in the context of the salon; there were many things about the book I didn't notice that other members did, and vice-versa. It's a frustrating novel. As in Danielewski's first novel, House of Leaves, many small things seem hugely significant and few of them are satisfactorily explained. I'm hoping to gain more from the book's obviously (hopefully) allegorical plot in future readings.
After some casual deliberation--I'm sorry, I can't lie--Steph Rahl's Best Beach Reading 2008 goes to The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures are a collection of installments from the Victorian Strand Magazine. Each story is a brilliantly executed mystery. Each is perfectly sized to allow you a bit of entertaining reading between the exodus from the water due to the inevitable false shark-sighting, and that blissful moment when the bulk of the beachgoers feel comfortable enough to re-enter the water. I always feel better if someone else goes in first. If there is a shark, he'll eat that guy and won't be hungry when I wade in.
Britters is amazingly creative. One of my favorite of her many projects is Kilobyte Couture, adorable geeky jewelry handmade from old computer parts. (I have several of her pendants and two pins. I wear them all the time.)
The old KiloCouture logo is currently undergoing a revamp, as Brittany wants to make the products more appealing to nerdy dudes as well as girls. She's also planning to experiment with dipping resistors and capacitors in gold to create jewelry appropriate for more formal occasions.
LITERATURE.
I finally finished Mark Z. Danielewski's Only Revolutions on Monday afternoon a mere twenty-five minutes before I needed to complete it for Aaron Dell's fourth Monday afternoon Kinbote literary salon. I took four weeks to complete the book.
The plot of Only Revolutions is dependent upon the book's complex structure. It's the sort of book that requires a lot of time to digest. I was fortunate that my first reading took place in the context of the salon; there were many things about the book I didn't notice that other members did, and vice-versa. It's a frustrating novel. As in Danielewski's first novel, House of Leaves, many small things seem hugely significant and few of them are satisfactorily explained. I'm hoping to gain more from the book's obviously (hopefully) allegorical plot in future readings.
After some casual deliberation--I'm sorry, I can't lie--Steph Rahl's Best Beach Reading 2008 goes to The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures are a collection of installments from the Victorian Strand Magazine. Each story is a brilliantly executed mystery. Each is perfectly sized to allow you a bit of entertaining reading between the exodus from the water due to the inevitable false shark-sighting, and that blissful moment when the bulk of the beachgoers feel comfortable enough to re-enter the water. I always feel better if someone else goes in first. If there is a shark, he'll eat that guy and won't be hungry when I wade in.
Monday, July 7, 2008
New Super G Mart is super fantastic.
I can't tell you how excited I am about the new Super G Mart, which opened about two weeks ago in the FantaCity shopping center on Greensboro's W. Market St. So I'll let the prices speak for themselves.
Black plums at $1.29/lb.
Bartlett pears, $0.89/lb.
Crown broccoli, $0.89/lb.
Garlic, single bulb, $0.14.
Sugar snow peas, $1.59 for .64lbs.
Yellow onions, three-pound bag for $0.89.
I haven't been able to afford produce for most of this summer. My roommates and I do most of our shopping at the nearby Taj MahTeeter on Friendly Ave. But as of today, I will be able to supplement my Pasta Roni and bowls of cereal with produce that is excellent quality at a price I can definitely afford.
The Super G Mart is an international grocery store. It specializes in food items popular in Mexican, Indian, African and various Asian cuisines. In addition to my produce, I purchased:
Chocolate and almond Pocky, $2.29 for a seven-serving box.
Jasmine tea, $1.59 for a cute orange tin holding 120 grams of loose tea.
Maximum strength Nutra-Slim Tea, $2.99 for a 12-serving box.
Individual packages of Udon for $1.09 and $1.49 per package.
My roommates all bought various ethnic beverages to try at home. They are testing them as I type. Mikey just took a sip of his Grass Jelly Drink. The verdict: "It's pretty good at first, but then that aftertaste is just like 'fuck you'."
Black plums at $1.29/lb.
Bartlett pears, $0.89/lb.
Crown broccoli, $0.89/lb.
Garlic, single bulb, $0.14.
Sugar snow peas, $1.59 for .64lbs.
Yellow onions, three-pound bag for $0.89.
I haven't been able to afford produce for most of this summer. My roommates and I do most of our shopping at the nearby Taj MahTeeter on Friendly Ave. But as of today, I will be able to supplement my Pasta Roni and bowls of cereal with produce that is excellent quality at a price I can definitely afford.
The Super G Mart is an international grocery store. It specializes in food items popular in Mexican, Indian, African and various Asian cuisines. In addition to my produce, I purchased:
Chocolate and almond Pocky, $2.29 for a seven-serving box.
Jasmine tea, $1.59 for a cute orange tin holding 120 grams of loose tea.
Maximum strength Nutra-Slim Tea, $2.99 for a 12-serving box.
Individual packages of Udon for $1.09 and $1.49 per package.
My roommates all bought various ethnic beverages to try at home. They are testing them as I type. Mikey just took a sip of his Grass Jelly Drink. The verdict: "It's pretty good at first, but then that aftertaste is just like 'fuck you'."
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
This band is so awesome.
MUSIC.
Reading is awesome. Young Steph didn't need Scholastic to tell her so. Friends who couldn't figure it out on their own immediately (video games are still pretty tempting) took the hint later from paper-pushing television stars like LeVar Burton and Wishbone. And now, there's a duo of magical musical heroes to help younguns on the noble road to becoming English majors. They're touring the country and fighting the good fight for books and love with one of the greatest magics of all: the power of rock and roll.
My roommate Dan and I were lucky enough to get free tickets from our radio station WUAG 103.1fm to see Harry and the Potters on tour with Uncle Monsterface and Math the Band last night at the Cat's Cradle in Carrboro, NC. Unfortunately, we realized that the show started at 6:30pm just as I was arriving home from the gym at 6:20pm. We grabbed a hurried pre-dinner of leftover Chinese (Dan) and a bologna sandwich (me) and hauled ass out of Greensboro. I was still sweaty when we arrived.
This was my third time and his second seeing Harry and the Potters, and they seem to gather larger (and older) audiences every time we've seen them play. The DeGeorge brothers, Joe and Paul, put on one of the best and most family-friendly shows I've ever seen. Their enthusiasm is rad and totally catching. I don't dance like that when I'm drunk.
They've improved as musicians since their self-titled Harry and the Potters, released in 2003. Their songs grow increasingly complex, the quality of lyrics is SO MUCH BETTER than the bald statements of their first recordings, and they use their experience to make old songs even more delightful in their live show.
The DeGeorges are super-nice dudes, too. When I mentioned to Joe that the band's distributor hadn't sent any of their albums to the station, he dashed behind the merchandise table to grab us copies of their two most recent albums, Voldemort Can't Stop the Rock and Harry and the Potters and the Power of Love. He and Paul also did a fantastic radio liner for us, which Dan recorded and hopes to have available for DJ use in the station soon.
Check out Harry and the Potters this Friday afternoon from 1-3pm EST on my radio show, The Indie-Pop 500, only on WUAG 103.1fm.
DIET AND EXERCISE.
I've had an overall improvement in my calorie intake since getting back from Raleigh Sunday night. I went home Wednesday for my mother's birthday on Friday. So there was cake. And, because the few people I know in Raleigh were all there this weekend, there was booze.
But since I've been back, I've been under my calorie limit every day.
I did thirty minutes on the elliptical and about a half-hour of weight machines both Monday and Tuesday. I'm going to use the machines again today, and also take my university gym's 45-minute Spin class. I hope I don't die -- at least, not before I can run out of the instructor's line of sight.
I plan to use The Daily Plate to set my calorie intake to lose one pound this week, two pounds next, three the week after that, and then back to one pound. Cycling through will prevent me from damaging my metabolism, but I'll still be losing a good amount of weight. If I can keep to it, I'll be down to 125lbs in about ten weeks.
Just before my twenty-first birthday, actually.
125lbs by 21. Here goes.
Reading is awesome. Young Steph didn't need Scholastic to tell her so. Friends who couldn't figure it out on their own immediately (video games are still pretty tempting) took the hint later from paper-pushing television stars like LeVar Burton and Wishbone. And now, there's a duo of magical musical heroes to help younguns on the noble road to becoming English majors. They're touring the country and fighting the good fight for books and love with one of the greatest magics of all: the power of rock and roll.
My roommate Dan and I were lucky enough to get free tickets from our radio station WUAG 103.1fm to see Harry and the Potters on tour with Uncle Monsterface and Math the Band last night at the Cat's Cradle in Carrboro, NC. Unfortunately, we realized that the show started at 6:30pm just as I was arriving home from the gym at 6:20pm. We grabbed a hurried pre-dinner of leftover Chinese (Dan) and a bologna sandwich (me) and hauled ass out of Greensboro. I was still sweaty when we arrived.
This was my third time and his second seeing Harry and the Potters, and they seem to gather larger (and older) audiences every time we've seen them play. The DeGeorge brothers, Joe and Paul, put on one of the best and most family-friendly shows I've ever seen. Their enthusiasm is rad and totally catching. I don't dance like that when I'm drunk.
They've improved as musicians since their self-titled Harry and the Potters, released in 2003. Their songs grow increasingly complex, the quality of lyrics is SO MUCH BETTER than the bald statements of their first recordings, and they use their experience to make old songs even more delightful in their live show.
The DeGeorges are super-nice dudes, too. When I mentioned to Joe that the band's distributor hadn't sent any of their albums to the station, he dashed behind the merchandise table to grab us copies of their two most recent albums, Voldemort Can't Stop the Rock and Harry and the Potters and the Power of Love. He and Paul also did a fantastic radio liner for us, which Dan recorded and hopes to have available for DJ use in the station soon.
Check out Harry and the Potters this Friday afternoon from 1-3pm EST on my radio show, The Indie-Pop 500, only on WUAG 103.1fm.
DIET AND EXERCISE.
I've had an overall improvement in my calorie intake since getting back from Raleigh Sunday night. I went home Wednesday for my mother's birthday on Friday. So there was cake. And, because the few people I know in Raleigh were all there this weekend, there was booze.
But since I've been back, I've been under my calorie limit every day.
I did thirty minutes on the elliptical and about a half-hour of weight machines both Monday and Tuesday. I'm going to use the machines again today, and also take my university gym's 45-minute Spin class. I hope I don't die -- at least, not before I can run out of the instructor's line of sight.
I plan to use The Daily Plate to set my calorie intake to lose one pound this week, two pounds next, three the week after that, and then back to one pound. Cycling through will prevent me from damaging my metabolism, but I'll still be losing a good amount of weight. If I can keep to it, I'll be down to 125lbs in about ten weeks.
Just before my twenty-first birthday, actually.
125lbs by 21. Here goes.
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