The Visible Woman...March 16, 2004

Tuesday, March 16, 2004

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A Journal from Austin, Texas.
A Project of LBFFP Stealth Publishing.

health and mood

out of sorts

My diet yesterday sent my digestion into an uproar. Or maybe it was something else.

When this type of thing happens, I usually just go on with my schedule. Go ride the stationery bike in spite of it.

I was sleeping peacefully at 7:30 and I'd slept through the night without getting up to run to the bathroom. But my stomach was uneasy when I got up. I hunted around for some Immodium. I couldn't find it. I'm sure there is a box in storage with some in it. Everything I can't find is in a box in storage somewhere. I'm going to get things sorted out soon. Really. I went to bathroom a few times. I had a little coffee. I pondered what set my stomach off. A luna bar, a vegie burger, French fries? Salad, tofu dip, Fritoes? I mean none of it is great food but what's so different than my usual terrible diet? These spells never seem to mesh with the food eaten. Most often they just come along and go away.

By nine, I'm sitting there in my gym clothes thinking I won't go to the gym so that I can go to the film fest by eleven. I feel like I never want to eat again. (Which is no different than a morning when my digestive track is humming along fine. I just don't feel like eating of a morning ususally.) But I feel like my insides are finished rebelling.

Actually, I have a few more twinges but they don't amount to much and I punish my constitution walking around downtown, up and down stairs and eating and drinking. I'm downtown from eleven in the morning until after eleven at night. I eat three times, have coffee once and a candy bar another time. I drink wine. And my stomach isn't doing badly. After eleven, I climb six or seven flights of stairs in the convention center parking garage.

I never know what these digestive distress spells are triggered by or why they go away so completely even when I keep assualting the system with greasy, spicy food and alcohol.

We have the rug and the seat/storage/table cube (the top flips to a table top) but we need that chair to complete this area.

JUST TYPING

We are propelled by muscle and nerve.
But can be felled by the digestive track.

Food Diary.

breakfast

nothing

lunch
[Moonshine]

salmon with green beans with almonds and sauteed corn and zuchinni and a small serving of baked mac and cheese

snacks

Baby Ruth

Some fries and fried fish
Shiraz (two glasses or so)

dinner

carpaccio (1/2 order)
part of a warm spinach salad with feta
1/2 order of mini bunless teryaki burgers
about three glasses of different wines

Today I
-ate whenever the opportunity arose even though I started the day thinking I'd never eat again.

Time flies....

I got up about 7:30. However, even though I didn't go to the gym, I ended up in a rush to get to the convention center for an eleven o'clock panel. After the panel (on documentary film editing) I went to Moonshine to try it out since I'd never been there. (It was pretty good.) Then I walked through the new Hilton and then over to Congress, walked through Tesoros. Then I went to Seattle's Best coffee shop in the new Frost building and sat a while with an Iced Americana. I then went and got a seat for a panel with Jim Jarmusch and Richard Linklater just talking and answering questions. That was great. When it was over, FFP and I met at 219 West and had some food and then got in line at the Alamo to see Jarmusch's film Coffee and Cigarettes. We got in the pass line because he had a film pass. We didn't get in so we went to the Paramount and lined up again and got in to see Killer Diller. It was pretty good and a lot of the cast was there...including Fred Willard limping along looking as if he had gout or had partied too much.

We returned to the Alamo and lined up to see the documentary on Antone's. We got into that one. After eleven, I was back in the convention center parking garage, driving round and round in the desserted place to get out. Home. Bed.

Reading.

Newspapers.

The Life of Ernie Pyle by Lee G. Miller.

nothing

Thinking about things.

Cameras.
I still have three digital ones. (I gave away the first one we ever had.)
And a 35MM point and shoot Olympus.
And an APS Nikon.
And a Canon XL1 I've never really used but to test it although other real experts have borrowed and used it.

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Exercise

recumbent bike
treadmill
ergonomic rower
water aerobics
chest, shoulder, triceps
leg, back, bicep
lower back
ab exercises
stretches
walking
tennis

Should have gotten up and gone to the club, stomach upset or not.

Mood was pretty good considering I was ailing.

It's a Tangled
Web we weave...these
days of our lives.

One year ago
"At home we watched a new edition of Six Feet Under which was OK, not great and a very stupid movie about a transsexual called Normal. I have every sympathy for the transsexual or anyone with such complex issues but if you want to see a good flick about it see Flawless with my favorite actor, Phillip Seymour Hoffman."

Two years ago
"'So...I don't get much done, really. Soon it's time to shower up for the event. But I feel somehow that the day is perfectly wrought. Weird how that works.'"

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