Monthly Archive for February, 2007

The Hampiy 2.26.07

Rise at 6:15. I biked ~22 miles today.
Pre-breakfast

1/2 banana

Emergen-c

2 shots espresso

Breakfast

Wheaty bagel

1 egg & hot sauce
Lunch

Sesame crackers

A small amount of a Wedge deli salad w/wheatberries and white beans

Baba ganouj & carrot

Later

Pear

soybutter

tea

Dinner

Rice noodle soup

More baba ganouj

Spinach & cucumber salad w/shitake dressing

yogurt & granola

The Hampiy Diet

Sunday Feb. 25th.

I woke up too early…around 7:30. I indoor-biked at a frickin high intensity for about an hour.

Breakfast

Uber-wheat bagel

1 egg

2 shots espresso with milk

Lunch

1 apple

veggie burger sandwich w/mustard and spinach

handful of sesame cracker things

More coffee with milk

Dinner

Rice noodle soup with tofu and vegetables

babaganoush & 1/2 carrot

Yogurt with homemade granola

The Adam Diet 2/25/07

This day was the FHR. I got up at about 7.

Breakfast:
3 pieces of toast

  • one with peanut butter
  • one with marmelade
  • one with a fried egg

coffee

waiting for the ferry to Bainbridge Island:
orange juice and vodka

post-race food:
meaty chili
kiwi
banana
coffee (w/ whiskey)
bread

back on the mainland at the Owl & Thistle:
fish & chips
beer

after riding home:
shrimp-flavored noodles
fried together and then added to the noodles

  • onions
  • green beans
  • asparagus

emergen-C & licorice kombucha

a slice of pizza

ice cream & coconut sorbet w/ blueberry syrup

When I get to the end of one of these I always feel like there must have been other stuff I ate and forgot about.

Deciduous Cannibal

This spam poem seem to be generated from this page.

Dim, and die tonight
in the dread circle hemmed by glaciers.

Comes up with as a means to its own end
a dismal, endless plain where lamps are lit.

These, too, Escapees from the cold work of living,
By what it seems to have moved toward.
In any My soul lies cracked;
and when, in its despair, Where, as I discover as I go through
That this mud draws on the stone.

To the Pole Again
awaken from your being gone
to find.
Grow hot in the parking lot,
though they’re Toward . . .

That seems to be the whispered question.
Snow haze gleams like sand.
And then I go on until I am beneath an archway.
This third day of our January thaw,
into early blooming.

Then, the inevitable blizzard
and turn it into something cartoon-funny.