Friday Fry Day
I'm reading a book called The China Study by T. Colin Campbell and it sure is fascinating. It's not a book about Chinese politics. It's a book about diet and heart disease and health. It suggests moving toward a plant based diet as opposed to animal based. It makes me want to cut all animal fat out of my diet as an experiment to see how I feel. But I'd really miss cheese and eggs. Yikes. Bill Clinton now follows this new way of eating and his health has changed remarkably. It's something I am considering but it would would be hard to do on the road. Nuts and legumes and vegetables and oats and grains like quinoa. I think I could pull it if for a month just to see how I feel. Hell, I'm already crazy so there's nowhere else to go but crazier. I've decided that while I'm alive on this planet that I want to feel as healthy as possible. It's a journey so I'll see how it goes.
I saw the season premier of Breaking Bad last night and it was as dark as ever. It brought me back to all those hours of the first couple of seasons. It was really good!
There are so many things to do in this world. Not enough time. My next show is August 17 at The Birch Aquarium in La Jolla. That's a long way away. Click here for more info.
Today was day seven in a row of yoga.
I think I have tendinitis in my right elbow from too many hours of guitar finger picking. Hopefully it goes away. It's been with me for about a month now. The yoga seems to be helping but it still hurts. Cortesone? Acupuncture? Not sure. It's just old age I guess. Stuff breaks down.
I'm really obsessed with this Dylan song. Look at beautiful lyrics and LISTEN. I love him so much.
Every Grain Of Sand -- Bob Dylan In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere, Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair. Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake, Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break. In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand. Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear, Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer. The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay. I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame And every time I pass that way I always hear my name. Then onward in my journey I come to understand That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand. I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light, In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space, In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face. I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me. I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.
Love to you Steven JJ Poltz