Wednesday, September 8, 2010

rooibos reverie

every morning, i wake up between 5:30-6:30am.

i half-assedly make my bed, and put something warm on.

i gently wake my computer from it's own peaceful slumber; he has a long day ahead of him.

i boil and brew an average-sized cup of rooibos tea, and salvage one teaspoon of raw honey from its hermetic home.

i savor each sip of adequately-steeped tea, and inbetween sips, i lazily lick the spoonful of honey, which is thick and creamy, like peanut butter (not that regular processed shit that runs like syrup).

every morning, i complete this ritual, thinking of whatever thoughts i think, dreaming whatever daydreams i dream, until the cup and spoon are empty.

and then i begin my day.


for the record, if you have not yet been introduced to rooibos tea, let me describe it. if you think tea is for faggots, then you can just kindly fuck off.
rooibos (pronounced ROY-BUS) is Afrikaans for redbush, which is what the tea is made from. Durr. it comes from South Africa, home of vuvuzelas and gravestone of white power.

it apparently contains many anti-oxidants and whatnot healthy shit blah blah that is generally good for you, like green tea. but, unlike green tea, it is red, and has no caffeine, so it is a cup of win, day OR night.

it tastes "earthy and vanilla-ish." it is adequately sweet on it's own, i just mack on the honey because i feeeel like it. however, beware of different tea brands. most commercial brands taste like bland, watered-down piss (like a natty ice tea). that means you, tazo. look for NUMI brand, it's just fucking the best.

shit's cash.

Monday, August 30, 2010

clewis & lark

So i've been watching a PBS documentary on lewis n clark's journey across the great lands of america. did you know that they went with a shitload of guys, around 40, not just themselves, 2 guys having a good time in the outdoors? also, that clark brought a slave with him? and, that they traveled thousands of miles on the missouri river UPSTREAM??? hearing their story makes me want to explore the great plains forever. it's not fair, they were on a journey commissioned by president jefferson to explore the great unknown, and they went, gone for YEARS, unsure of what lay ahead, everyday hunting, traveling, meeting indian tribes, documenting unknown plants and animals, charting unmapped territory... and now we know everything, there is no more realistic exploration anymore, and we just have to conform to the 9-5 M-F except holidays and paid vacation system that is part of why this country is so GREAT, but is ultimately so fucking boring for the lewises and clarks of the world that have no more white water rapids or grizzly bears or lakota sioux or rocky mountains to battle.

I just want to be an adventurer.

Friday, August 27, 2010

#1 - The Beginning of an Era

Blogs have been around forever. I, too, have been around forever. But this is my first blog ever. What gives?

I remember when only attention-seeking emogirls had blogs in the early half of the last decade. But now EVERYONE does it, except for me and some dinosaur named Valentine McGillycuddy.

Well fuck that. I am a sheep, and I will not let the herd move on without me.

I shall now commence blogging.