In my salad this afternoon:
Two yolks. Like, two chicken babies. I think. I suppose I’m not really sure what it means when there are two yolks in one egg, but I was a little skeeved. Two babies?? AM I EATING TWIN CHICKENS?? SAD. Or, is this some sort of defect that comes from chickens being fed hormones or something? Is that who you want to be, Villanova??
But you know, I was really hungry.
Sigh, poor chickens.
UPDATE: Here's my Outside the Oreo column for this week on the rest of my yoga experience. Enjoy! And tell me what you think!
In search of a new workout routine (I don’t know about you, but I am done waiting in line at the gym for an ellipitical machine), I went to my first formal yoga class this weekend at Power Yoga Works in Malvern. And, okay, (spoiler alert!) I needed a column idea for this week. You can read all about it on Thursday (and I'll post it here, I promise!), so I won’t give away the surprise ending or the gory details, but something struck me on the way out of the studio and as I drove home. I felt good. Like, better than my skeptic nature would have led me to believe. Good enough to not crave cheese fries, which in my book is pretty good. I mean, I wanted fruit. Really!
I don’t really get into body-mind-life spiritual hooey. I don’t believe that yoga will bring peace to the world and I absolutely don’t buy that Rosie O’Donnell burst into tears while doing a yoga back bend that “released all her negative energy she was holding onto in her hips” (as if Rosie O’Donnell doing a back bend wasn’t hard enough to swallow). But, I must admit I was surprised that instead of feeling exhausted and hungry after class, I felt energized and happy in that I had accomplished something significant and had taken some time out for myself.
In other news, I also threw my back out...before class actually, but then decided to go anyway. So, I've basically been waddling around campus for the past two days like an old lady. Send flowers. Or a Rascal scooter...man, that would be great.
Also, you can get a perfectly good yoga mat at Five Below (located conveniently in KoP), for five dollars. Five dollars. So don’t let me see you buying this.
I hope you all haven't totally abandoned me by now - I know my posts have been fewer and farther between lately. For awhile I was considering making this less personal and more media-based, but then post ideas came less frequently. Plus, it didn't feel like me anymore. So, expect the mag and journo commentary, but expect some more of me, too. I hope you will stick around as I try to find my voice and interact with all of you. Plus, I'm shopping a new theme. And perhaps a new domain. Stay tuned in the coming weeks - I might be growing out of this shell.
Namaste. (That's not rude, right?)
But the thing I like about them most is that they have found a way to use social media, that doesn't just regurgitate (I witheld saying "vomit" there - oh, oops) talking about social media. Blogging, Twittering, and the likes of Facebooking (for more than posting pictures of your best keg stands - pssst: remove those) are generally moving toward becoming more mainstream, but the people who really make them work to their fullest potentional are those early adopters fascinated by social media in the first place. And hence - writing and tweeting about what interests them - end up analyzing, critiquing, posting news about, and re-analyzing social media.
Because of this, social media has not reached it's true value yet. Using social media to talk about social media is, well, kind of pointless in the long run. If the medium doesn't exist outside itself, than is it really as potent or valuable as it seems?
Well, the answer appears to be yes, and the proof is in mom bloggers. Moms all over the world are telling their stories while connecting with those like them - or those interested in them, like me. They're using social media successfully without talking about social media! And are damn entertaining.
Here are my faves (all found from Momversation, which I also love, and is a really interesting and innovative use of video and bloggers that I've yet to see elsewhere).
As one of the most successful personal bloggers in the nation, everyone knows Dooce (or rather, Heather B. Armstrong and her family). Aside from being easily attracted to the site's clean but fun design, great photo commentary, and neat "daily" items, Heather's commentary is bold and honest. But for as outspoken as she may be, her stories and problems are easily relateable to any mom - or anyone, really.
Firstly, this woman (Rebecca Woolf) has the most adorable baby girl ever. If that's not enough to keep you around (and, um, why not?), her writing is sharp, blunt, and cool, while still permeating her love for her kids.
Alice Bradley, may I bow down to you. This woman is the funny and clever I wish I was, but her writing has such an enjoyable ease to it. Plus, the insights of her young son will BLOW YOUR MIND, as they do mine. Alice, I'm pretty sure your son is a genius.
