Hello, 2012

Things I Want to Spend Money On, But Am Continually Talking Myself Out Of:
2 pair black boots, one flat, one wedge or small heel
Teeth whitening
Invisible braces
Stripper unicorn hair
Some kind of sweater that is not a hoody that is appropriate for everyday wear. Maybe two of these.
New black jeans.
New dresses.


Things I Want to Spend Money On More, But Will Not Be Able to If I Am Spending It on Other Things (See Above):
Paris in the fall
Barre 3 membership
Ballet classes
A new bicycle
A tambourine, a triangle, and a ukelele


Goals And Resolutions For 2012:
No more alcohol for the rest of January (may be extended thru February, although I doubt it...)
Pull a Nicole Richie and live on coffee and green juice for the rest of January (will most likely be extended thru February)
Continue to become ambidextrous (See Goals And Resolutions For 2011)
Learn more French
Attend college
Learn how to save money
Play the drums more
Shop at the farmers markets more
Learn to look at the bigger picture more

FOODS I HAVE BEEN CRAVING WHILE ON THE MASTER CLEANSE, IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE:

A sandwich. Big, thick, fluffy grain bread slices with chewy brown crust filled with big slabs of iceberg lettuce, tomatoes, thinly sliced turkey, dijon mustard and just a touch of vegenaise.

Pizza. I want pizza every single day. The Bird is taking me to Apizza Scholls when the cleanse is done. My sense of smell has been heightened so much during these last few days that tonight I could smell the pizza shop around the corner and halfway down the block from my front porch.

Handi-Snacks. Part of the purpose of this cleanse is to re-train myself to dislike heavily processed foods and snacks that I don't need and that are garbage for me. This is one of those, along with fruit snacks and sugar-water drinks. I haven't been missing these since Day 2, which is nice.

A waffle. A thick, warm Belgian waffle topped with fresh strawberries and homemade whipped cream. A big glass of pulpy orange juice.

Macaroni and cheese. From a box. Eat it right out of the pot with dill and cock sauce (heh).

Fried chicken. Hot, juicy, tender meat inside a crispy golden skin. A light, fluffy, golden biscuit dripping with honey and butter.

Fried chicken and macaroni and cheese on a waffle! Maybe I'll have brunch at Screen Door.

A blueberry muffin.

Fried chicken again. Was craving it tonight when I read this. Damn, that looks soooo good! A girl after my own heart - fast food chicken and champagne.

Lee Price

 

Lee Price's photo-realistic oil paintings of women eating food, often self-portraits, are fantastic. I love the perspective she uses, it feels like a complete invasion of the subject''s privacy, like I'm spying on this woman gorging herself. Sometimes she's sad, sometimes she feels vulnerable, sometimes she appears relaxed and comforted. The artist's use of junk foods is awesome to me, too. The feminist me likes that the artist is a woman, painting women. I like everything about these.