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Thursday, November 29, 2012 ( 11:23 PM ) shut up christine Effects of stress and injury on meat and by-product quality via food and agriculture organization of the UN the anxiety, fear, and stress an animal experiences before being slaughtered can be tasted at some level, i think we're all aware of this. maybe we don't know the specifics of the biochemical processes involved, but the concept makes sense. for those of us who were raised on mass produced factory farm meat, i don't think we can tell the difference we've grown accustomed to the taste our own bodies are made of bad meat # ( 7:38 PM ) shut up christine makoto's friend L used to frequent a stretch of beach in san pedro to collect manila clams the legal limit was 30 max but he would take hundreds of them each time months later L wonders why there are no manila clams left on the beach. all gone it doesn't even occur to him the part he played in it # Wednesday, November 28, 2012 ( 1:29 PM ) shut up christine  
marina del rey.
this is a nice place to run barefoot
i like running to this song
lissie, pursuit of happiness (kid cudi remake)
Sunday, November 25, 2012 ( 3:00 PM ) shut up christine # Wednesday, November 21, 2012 ( 12:19 PM ) shut up christine study the self i've been meditating at least an hour each day sometimes two or longer i've thought of myself as a relatively kind person. i try to be, anyway. i'm finding that i'm not so much. kind that is. it's okay. this is reality i'm learning who i am Thrangu Rinpoche, a living Mahamudra master, once said (in the book “Pointing Out the Dharmakaya”), “sometimes you have a really bad thought when you meditate.” And to stress the point he added, “No I mean a really bad thought!” When the laughter subsided he went on to say, “No problem. Just keep meditating.” via # Thursday, November 15, 2012 ( 10:22 PM ) shut up christine eating meditation from deer park monastery
Let us enjoy every morsel of our food and the presence of the dharma brothers and sisters around us. Let us establish ourselves in the present moment, eating in such a way that solidity, joy and peace be possible during the time of eating.
Eating in silence, the food becomes real with our mindfulness and we are fully aware of its nourishment. In order to deepen our practice of mindful eating and support the peaceful atmosphere, we remain seated during this silent period. After twenty minutes of silent eating, two sounds of the bell will be invited. We may then start a mindful conversation with our friend or begin to get up from the table.
Upon finishing our meal, we take a few moments to notice that we have finished, our bowl is now empty and our hunger is satisfied. Gratitude fills us as we realize how fortunate we are to have had this nourishing food to eat, supporting us on the path of love and understanding.
( 12:18 AM ) shut up christine  did i mention that my boyfriend is a model in japan? jk we took these photos in our bedroom (makoto sells XLARGE brand clothing on ebay) he has two model poses: hands in pockets, and hands not in pockets # Tuesday, November 13, 2012 ( 2:13 PM ) shut up christine
if you're looking for a quiet place
 
this is a nice one.
leo carrillo state beach
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Saturday, November 10, 2012 ( 7:58 PM ) shut up christine sports questions that i wonder about but don't care enough to look up - does lamar odom play basketball or football? - what is the difference between a personal foul and the other type of foul - regarding football - what is happening? - basically the fat football players don't have to run, right? - explain what red, yellow, green cards mean, and which sports use them - what is a pick and roll? just wondering. don't really care though # Friday, November 09, 2012 ( 11:09 PM ) shut up christine walk on # Thursday, November 08, 2012 ( 11:55 PM ) shut up christine yup this is political  you can try to persuade them, present your evidence, take them by the shoulders and shake them but some people just ain't gonna believe in dinosaurs no matter what whaddaya gonna do? you let them. you let them not believe in dinosaurs, because this is america 
dinosaur holding american flag unisex tank top sold here
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( 10:45 PM ) shut up christine Love rushed into my veins emptying me of myself. Now filled with the Beloved my only possession is my name. -Rumi 
Monastery of the Clouds, Tengboche, Himalayas by Michael Anderson
when we were in the himalayas, in the mornings we would go to the hall to have breakfast and you could watch clouds float into the room through the open doors many times i dream of packing this life into a goodwill donation box i long for a simpler existence to spend the rest of my days in quiet cloud-filled place what keeps me from doing this? not much. yet, literally everything i have so much attachment # Tuesday, November 06, 2012 ( 10:21 PM ) shut up christine yes. # ( 11:07 AM ) shut up christine i didn't write this. this is from the journal of a doctor friend, sriram.
The road from Monrovia to Zwedru is brutal. In Burundi the roads are so bad that sometimes you have to go so slow that a man on foot can walk up to your car and kill the driver; Rural India the roads somewhat seem to hold up. They are often given more care by the government than the government gives their people(not by much)
The road from Kenya to Uganda at midnight has so many potholes that it feels like bullets are rattling the bus windows. The road from Monrovia to Zwedru however is by far the worst. It takes nearly 20 hours to go 300km in the rainy season. The red mud would be perfect for pottery. It is wet and soft and abundant. You could probably make all the world’s pottery from a single small strip. There is no road. To call it a road would be far too generous. There is mounds of wet red slosh that threatens to engulf your vehicle and bring it to a standstill every few minutes. There are certain stretches along the road where it looks like a graveyard for trucks and aid vehicles sunken door deep into mud. Along the 20 hour ride there exists several areas where a long line of trucks and cars are backed up along a narrow strip of land. Only one car or truck can pass at a time, and each one takes their due turn getting stuck and subsequently pulled out. A couple days ago, we waited for four hours pulling trucks out and getting pulled out ourselves until we can finally pass. The locals tend to come to particularly hopeless mud pits of road to earn some money pulling out folks.
At first, it feels like just a ridiculous inconvenience. Then after further reflection a road this bad is something like a human rights violation, or a a loss of dignity for Liberians at the least. 25% of the population live in Monrovia. Families can’t move out of Monrovia, to see each other, the supply chain of any good slows to a halt, small businesses wither as essential goods are absent, and vaccines and medicines and equipment all get stuck on the roads, with unreliable procurement to run any decent hospital. A young woman died last month of anemia before she was able to pass through on the road to a hospital. Bosco, the Rwandan doctor I am working with was called emergently from a peripheral health center to come see a pregnant woman who had an obstructed labor. Due to the roads, he came just in time to declare the mother dead. Any attempt to meet Millenium Development Goals on maternal mortality must take into account these roads. Stuck at a checkpoint of nature, a car in the mud. An unnatural failure of leadership.
The first day here in Liberia we rounded at the rural hospital in Zwedru. An older man admitted to the hospital was hunched over gasping for breath, his elbows deeply indenting his lower thighs. He could not speak in full sentences. The lack of air was causing a state of near panic. A brief listen and percussion of his lungs and it was clear he had a whole lot of fluid accumulated on his left which severely impaired any attempt to oxygenate his blood. We told him that we needed to stick a needle in the fluid around his lungs and drain it. We said we thought it would make him feel better. His first question was not about the risk of the procedure, or if it would hurt or what the chances are that it would truly make him feel better. His first question was “How much will it cost?” A dying man’s first thought was about money. He was surprised to hear it was free.
Perhaps there is no clearer indictment of a failing health system when your most vulnerable and dying think first and foremost about cost. The first time I heard this question from a patient that needed an emergency procedure to save his life was in South Los Angeles. Apparently the poor in the United States and Liberia have some parallels, and similar fears. The fear of indebtedness is ubiquitous and transnational. May the solution, may those that work for free and just health be equally transnational; May we seep hope into the soul of broken health systems and fundamentally transform their rotting core.
Sri 10/16/2012
# Sunday, November 04, 2012 ( 12:33 PM ) shut up christine Mitt Romney faces ethics charges for auto bailout profiteering
UAW president Bob King said, “Mitt Romney and his partners made a killing on the GM bankruptcy by gaining control of bankrupt parts supplier Delphi, then threatening to withhold components critical to the production of GM vehicles. Romney's business partners were willing to force GM into liquidation and cause a national economic calamity unless they got more money…”
Mr. Romney’s refusal to release his tax returns prior to 2010 may be linked to the UAW’s allegations that Mitt and Ann Romney may be tied to ethics violations and profiteering in the 2009 federal auto company bailouts.
By the time Romney and Adelphi’s other investors were done, the company had been stripped of all its union workers and pension funds, and 80 percent of Adelphi’s jobs were shipped to China.
i say this with all sincerity, i hope we are wrong. i hope you will prove we are wrong, that you'll show your tax returns, and we will eat our words. but if the truth ever comes out and we were right, all you have to do is admit you were wrong, return some money, and possibly spend time in jail. no biggie on a lighter note, i thought this was funny # Saturday, November 03, 2012 ( 1:33 PM ) shut up christine  a high school friend showed me how to make these once, and i hadn't made one since high school. egads when did this happen? when did we become grownups? how did we let it creep up on us 
note to self:
remember to play
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Thursday, November 01, 2012 ( 1:58 PM ) shut up christine i always wonder what girls keep in their purses this is mine. got it at ross  bought it a few months ago as a replacement for my beloved messenger bag (below), that i used religiously for the last 6 years which came with a matching brown planner and umbrella all for $9.99 at target (circa 2005-2006). totally jane goodall  contents  counterclockwise from top left: coin purse wallet pencil case with too many writing utensils, lucky cat eraser cpr pocket resuscitator. it's bulky and huge but i carry it just in case keys planner $5 sunglasses from santee alley nude lip balm, chapstick earbuds  this is makoto's plastic dragon wallet that he's had for 15 years. refuses to get a new one  gangsta! does not look like the face of a man who draws pumpkins  # |
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