travel channel.


I harbor an incredible amount of love the the Travel Channel and I really can’t help myself. It’s an addiction and I can’t seem to get myself away from it. I didn’t have cable for much of the summer so I suffered from some withdrawal symptoms like obsessively checking the travel channel website to see if they had any information that could give me my fix.

Hah. What a freak.

Anyway, since I’ve come back to school I’ve been watching the travel channel again. Today I got sucked into a marathon of Man vs. Food. I used to be grossed out by this show but one day I started watching it and I wasn’t able to stop. There’s something about a man shoveling a stack of 13 inch pancakes in his mouth that drew me in. Anyway, today I got caught up in watching.

I could never be a competitive eater. Oh hell no. You know what would happen? I would start one of these challenges, my body would reject what I was giving it and I’d vom. All over the place. Not exactly MVF worthy – but charming in it’s own manner. I watched Adam shovel omelette, burrito, fiery hot wings and pancakes into his gluttonous jaws and I felt my eyes growing wide. I turned to Ankush and said, I’m hungry.

He asked me what I wanted to eat and then I snapped back into reality. Are you joking? We just ate like two hours ago. I’m not actually hungry I’m just being sucked into American Consumerism and by watching this my brain is trying to convince me that I want to eat.

He laughed at me and we went back to our semi-coma in front of the television.

For those unfamiliar with MVF, check out the video on my vodpod in the sidebar!



Today was the first day of my Junior year of college and I started off the morning strong. I popped out of bed at 7:30am, made tea and waffles and was out the door by 8:40am. I took the brief walk to campus and arrived at my work study job before any of the professors and sat down at the desk. I waited around and one by one professors arrived and I just sat at the desk staring at the wall. People came in and out to chat with me and professors and I got an email about a job offer I’d been waiting for.

I went to my first class of the day, pilates, and met up with a friend and then had lunch with her. I then went to see a visiting professor I’d been anxiously waiting the arrival of and he invited me to sit in on his class anytime (HORRAY!). It was then that my day took a turn.

I went to ballet and I began to feel chills. I brushed it off and then went back to work. At work I felt like I had swallowed a cactus whole and I was freezing cold. I went back to the studio and went to my modern class, where I felt even worse.

Made it through my meeting and back to my apartment, and here I am.

Dammit. And I was so enthusiastic about today!!!!!!



is not, by the way, a warm gun. It will henceforth be referred to as Yogurt Tap. I cannot express to you what kind of happiness Yogurt Tap brings me. The degree to which I feel happiness is so immense that I feel so inclined to refer to it as happiness itself, as though it is the actual feeling and emotion solidified before me.

Today, I went to Yogurt Tap for the first time since June and I almost died, ambushed with happiness, spoon in hand. Inside my white cup was a mix of strawberry, key lime and raspberry yogurt all soft and smooth and mixed together like white on rice with each other. The strawberries on top mixed with the long strands of sweet coconut and joined in the melty goodness.

The tantalizing tartness of the yogurt against the slippery sweetness of the fruit was almost too much for me to handle. I felt it melt on my tongue, slide down my throat and then make its final descent into my stomach and I heaved a sigh. I had been waiting for this.

From the gray, cement floors, to the blue, exposed pipe ceilings, I can’t express my love for this place and the delightful treat they provide me with words of this earth. I may have to call upon the divine…

Or I may have to return tomorrow.

food for thought.


When Audrey Hepburn was asked what made a woman beautiful she said,

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day. For poise, walk with the knowledge that you’ll never walk alone. People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. Never throw out anybody. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others. The beauty of a woman is not the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

Eat, Pray, Love


Today I went to see the movie Eat, Pray, Love with my mom. I’d been anticipating it since I saw Elizabeth Gilbert speak/read at College and was inspired by what an incredible, courageous woman she is. I finished reading the book again about a week and a half ago and I was desperately awaiting the day we could find a babysitter for a couple hours so we could go see the movie. Since I’m leaving tomorrow we decided to see it today. Also, I resent this film being called a chick-flick.

As the credits opened, I was already in awe. I fell in love with Liz Gilbert through Julia Roberts just as I had when I fell in love with her in the pages of her memoir. She’s beautiful, charismatic, and incredibly human. And the fact that she’s real and carries her faults so gracefully makes me wish I could be more like her. Instead of being ashamed that I have negative qualities, wear them on my sleeve and say Hey World – I have some shit going on right now but that’s JUST FINE. I’m gonna take care of it.

I always talk about this grand wedding that I want to have and I’ve said this on multiple occasions, I’m not sure if I want to be married (and I’ve equated this to my age) but I want to have a wedding – they’re just so fun. And I felt as though that’s what Liz was thinking. Does that mean I’m going to turn out like her? The prospect of marriage scares me enough without wondering if I’m going to leave a marriage because I feel stifled and unhappy. I’m not even married and I’m worrying about feeling stifled and unhappy. What the hell is wrong with me?

Where was I? There are so many qualities in Liz that I wish I had in myself, and then there are a few I do think are similar. I’m driven, I become easily obsessive about things, I’m spiritual. I aspire to be a world traveller, not be so afraid of things and go out and do things. But I’m afraid of failing.

For as long as I can remember I’ve been terrified of marriage. For years I said I wouldn’t mind having companionship but marriage? really? I don’t know about all that. A wedding, sure. No problem. But legal marriage. Uh. Let me get back to you on that. I’m just scared. Growing up marriage wasn’t really portrayed to me as some kind of be all, end all, glorious sunshine and butterflies kind of thing. And it worries me.

So as I watched Liz Gilbert, and even when I read, I wondered, is this going to be me in fifteen years. Am I going to feel like I want to slip quietly out the back door and run and not stop until I get to Greenland?

NO. I’m NOT. I don’t know what I want.

So even now, I have no answers. All I know is that I loved Eat, Pray, Love and I can’t wait to see it again. It was so beautiful.

is the stupid convention in town?


No, seriously. Is there a convention of stupid people currently gathering in Orlando to convent about their stupidity? If so they all apparently decided to dine at the restaurant that I work at today.

I have never been so bombarded with stupidity in my life. I worked an 11 hour shift today and I’m in complete awe still.

How can I organize this? Let’s just write out these different scenarios and go from there.

Idiot 1. This man comes into the restaurant and asks if we can seat him and his family. I answer that we aren’t seating any more parties for the evening because the restaurant is full. This is how the conversation goes

Man: But we’re staying at the resort
Me: Okay…
Man: So we’re supposed to get preferred seating.
Me: Yes, I understand, but priority seating applies when we’re on a wait time and it cuts your wait time in half.
Man: But we’re staying at the resort
Me: Yes, but we’re filled to capacity for the evening and aren’t able to seat any more tables – we just don’t have tables available.
Man: But we are staying in the resort…

I thought I was talking to a brick wall, seriously. I explained again that we were. not. seating. anyone. else. for the night again and finally he turned around and left.

I’m getting annoyed just writing about this now. Needless to say, today was an incredibly long day and I have an 11 hour shift tomorrow so I’m going to bed right now.

All of this makes me think of a movie I saw recently called “A Fish called Wanda” and a line where Jamie Lee Curtis responds to the statement “Don’t call me stupid” by saying, “Oh, right! To call you stupid would be an insult to stupid people! I’ve known sheep that could outwit you. I’ve worn dresses with higher IQs…Now let me correct you on a couple of things, OK? Aristotle was not Belgian. The central message of Buddhism is not “Every man for himself.” And the London Underground is not a political movement. Those are all mistakes, Otto. I looked them up.”




I’m not great at a lot of things. I’m pretty average at most, but I can get a job done. But there is one thing I’m good at. As Joe Fox said, “I can give you advice. I’m great at advice”. And not in that way that that really annoying guy does where it seems like he’s trying to command you on your life choices all the time, but if someone asks me for advice I willingly dispense what I know, have read, have seen and have lived.

I’m not saying this to toot my own horn. The point is that it really irritates me when people ask for my advice and then do the exact opposite and then cry about the fact that their problem blew up in their face and became ten times worse.

That is all.

In other news, I’m rollin’ into the A in 4 days!



All my life I’ve been saying that I want to see the world. I want to go to Asia, Europe, Africa, anywhere but where I am – which has been the same since I was a kid. When I was growing up my family took trips up and down the East Coast, I could tell you how many exits are in almost every state from Florida to Maryland on I-95. I loved this, but I was thirsty for more – I wanted to see the whole world, past the Mississippi, beyond Maine.

I almost got of this plateau that I’ve been stuck on when I was 14 and I left the country for the first time. I went on a school trip to France with my Latin class.

I had done it! I had taken my first step to becoming a certified world-traveller/globetrotter/global citizen. Unfortunately, since this trip there’s been a slam on the breaks of my travelling goals. I’ve planned trips to Rome, London, South America, and India, and for some reason every time it comes down to it something comes up and my plans are put on hold.

Ever since I’ve dreamed of the day that I get to go somewhere again, see another part of the world. I watch the Travel Channel religiously and document all the places I want to see, the places I want to eat at. And one day, if I have to sell everything I own, I’m going to go to these places.

Because of this desire, I’ve resolved to do something about it. Now. From this point on I make it a point to go somewhere I’ve never been every calendar year.

I haven’t gone anywhere this year yet so I’m going to California. I don’t know when, I don’t know how – but I’m going.



Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air – explode softly – and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth – boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn’t go cheap, either – not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.

the six year old. cont.


She’s in that phase where anytime she doesn’t understand what someone says she repeats it and puts the word you in front.

Now this would be all well and good except for the fact that everything she repeats botched versions of Gujurati words.

Let me give some examples and their translations

You bouk lage che

You I am hungry

You tandu pani

You cold water

You cavanu pathegu

You food is ready

You mai be hoon

You I am here

LOL I really don’t have any more words on this topic – I think it speaks for itself.