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raybearI've completed more tasks this morning than I'm often known to complete in an entire workday. What is this thing, productivity?
I've had some minor physical ailments in the past few days, mostly in the form of allergy attacks (including the somewhat embarassing experience of having my sneezes echo through the Ravinia pavillion on Saturday evening) but also some intestinal distress which may or may not be due to eating bad capers. Can capers go bad? I mean, I guess everything rots eventually. Who knew little flower buds could be so evil.
Occasionally I think about fasting and sometimes I even do it. It might even start unintentionally, like I realize it's been 16 hours since I ate so I decide to go another 12 more while drinking diluted fruit juice or whatever. I could do this today, except I've had coffee which isn't exactly a good fasting type beverage. But aside from the four bites of ice cream I had this morning while waiting for water to boil, I haven't eaten since about 4 o'clock yesterday. No real reason other than not feeling hungry. And the whole sitting on the toilet with great frequency problem I mentioned earlier.
Other times I think instead of fasting, I'll have a period of celibacy. That idea usually lasts about one-eighth of a second. But what I maybe think of most often is a vow of silence. Not for anything monk-like or excessive, like years or even months. But maybe just one day. One whole day of not speaking and with limited communication through other means (i.e. I wouldn't spend all day on e-mail and livejournal and IM or writing post-it notes). Would this have a similar effect as a one-day juice fast? A quick way of cleaning out my mouth, or more accurately my mind. A test of will, a lesson in paying attention to my words, an exercise in what I take for granted.
I wonder if I could get this approved at work, as a religious activity. I think about that conversation a lot too.
Someday I'll do it.
I've had some minor physical ailments in the past few days, mostly in the form of allergy attacks (including the somewhat embarassing experience of having my sneezes echo through the Ravinia pavillion on Saturday evening) but also some intestinal distress which may or may not be due to eating bad capers. Can capers go bad? I mean, I guess everything rots eventually. Who knew little flower buds could be so evil.
Occasionally I think about fasting and sometimes I even do it. It might even start unintentionally, like I realize it's been 16 hours since I ate so I decide to go another 12 more while drinking diluted fruit juice or whatever. I could do this today, except I've had coffee which isn't exactly a good fasting type beverage. But aside from the four bites of ice cream I had this morning while waiting for water to boil, I haven't eaten since about 4 o'clock yesterday. No real reason other than not feeling hungry. And the whole sitting on the toilet with great frequency problem I mentioned earlier.
Other times I think instead of fasting, I'll have a period of celibacy. That idea usually lasts about one-eighth of a second. But what I maybe think of most often is a vow of silence. Not for anything monk-like or excessive, like years or even months. But maybe just one day. One whole day of not speaking and with limited communication through other means (i.e. I wouldn't spend all day on e-mail and livejournal and IM or writing post-it notes). Would this have a similar effect as a one-day juice fast? A quick way of cleaning out my mouth, or more accurately my mind. A test of will, a lesson in paying attention to my words, an exercise in what I take for granted.
I wonder if I could get this approved at work, as a religious activity. I think about that conversation a lot too.
Someday I'll do it.
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Date: 2003-08-18 01:43 pm (UTC)Also, about 5 years ago, I did a 14 day cleansing. I had to drink a gallon of water with lime and salt at 6am every morning. I think the first two days were liquids only (but only one type all day), the next few days, I was allowed fruit. As much of it as I wanted, but only one kind that I had to stick to. Then a few days of raw foods. And then fish. So it was gradual. I think I had a big hunk of fried chicken the day after the cleansing. But it felt great. I also wasn’t working at the time, so I wasn’t expending a lot of energy. My mom, somehow, talked me into going to this one day lecture/fast. Why she didn’t come with me, I don’t know. But I had to wear all white and do tai chi and eat apples while some guy lectured on macrobiotics. So I’m in this ridiculous outfit and thinking, “well, at least I don’t know anyone here”. Actually, it was “well, at least there are no hot girls here”. I was the youngest person by about 35 years in the room. So we’re doing tai chi and I have no patience and I see that the whole thing is being videotaped. And then I recognized the cameraman and sound guy as members of my crew. There were about two hundred people at the conference. Guess who the camera crew found right away?