1.28.2010

stick a stamp instead

 i'm a big advocate of handwritten letters and postcards...often times encouraging fellow friends to get in on all the joys of waiting beside the mail box for that dearly anticipated envelope. too many people these days have fallen for today's modern conveniences (i mean, i am blogging after all). but the point is this...to soak in the sights of one's personalized script, unique to only that person, usually lacking in spell check and quick editor, a reader gets the sense that they are special. the sender actually took the time to sit...think for a spell...and pour their thoughts of paper. i gather that this is a burdensome task for most folks who would rather "login", abbreviate every single word into a minimum of two consonants and one vowel, check the time to make sure 2 minutes haven't passed because they can't miss the opening scene of True Blood, hit send and hope that the "sent" box pops up guaranteeing their delivery status. 

i collect, used or unused, postcards...and am also a sucker for quirky letter press card designs. here is a great website that sells visually stimulating and creative stationaries...complete with other sublimely delicious and mostly handcrafted arts...to get your enthusiasm up about going back to those days of sweet and tender love letters, thinking-of-you postcards with cheesy national park images, and wish-you-were notes scribbled on a coffee stained cafe napkin.

1.27.2010

when chocolate and chakras collide

 the NY Times recently published  the article when chocolate and chakras collide which is chock full of great points to argue. i read paragraph after paragraph wishing i had someone to spout off to. then i realized "hey! i have a blog!"

disclaimer: i recommend that you read the article BEFORE you continue past this disclaimer. to be sure of the clarity of my own points, without getting all tangled with disorganization, i have highlighted sections of the article and then added my own commentary. also to be noted, my stand point is that of a yoga purist. i have been practicing yoga for 12 years and decided to further my dedication by getting my teacher's certification this summer at 7 centers yoga arts in sedona, arizona. the programs at 7 centers are rooted in ayurvedic teachings and philosophy. 

 now, to continue with my first point of reference...
Calling his mission “yoga for the Everyman,” Mr. Romanelli, 36, plays Grateful Dead songs during class, wears sweat pants rather than spandex, and has already experimented with offering chocolate truffles after chaturanga instruction. “It’s a way of getting people in the door,” he said in an interview. “The world is a better place if people do yoga. And if they come because chocolate or wine is involved, I’m fine with it.”
 ok, i admit, dark chocolate...especially when combined with crystallized ginger, or almonds, never both at the same time...is one of my biggest weaknessesjust the other day i was commenting to a friend how next time i'm in yoga class and i'm all warmed up and the instructor gives us the queu to find an intention for our practice, i had contemplated focusing on my deep gratitude for every moment i get to enjoy the semi sweet richness of dark chocolate...how it makes my cheeks pucker, eyes water, and how precious it is to find such decadent quality. i contemplated doing this for the very reason that Mr. Romanelli states as his purpose, "to push back against the traditional, quiet, serious approach". i merely wanted to test it out. needless to say, it didn't work. what happened is i found myself desiring dark chocolate more than the yoga practice itself. and then after class, at 7pm when the only shop in town that carried my chocolate was closed, i had an insatiable desire that needed fulfillment but yet was left unsatisfied.  i agree, "the world IS a better place if people do yoga"...but this is only true in an ideal situation. bribing people to do yoga with candy and booze totally, completely, and utterly defeats the purpose of practicing yoga. it reminds me of the commercial i once saw about a housewife inviting all her other house wife friends over for their in-home morning yoga session, and in the middle of their down ward facing dog...all of which were clumsily only putting all fours on the floor...the main woman lifts her head to the camera...as if the other ladies can't hear her...to state that she's glad she uses Glade Plugins.  yoga is being made fun of...becoming a joke...a trend...an exercise fad. it's like, "you're not cool unless you're carrying a yoga bag to the gym!".  on another note: i've been known to hit up events, art exhibits, whole foods at lunch time, simply because of the free samples and plastic cups of bad wine. does Mr. Romanelli seriously think that people are going to his classes for the yoga?? i'd be hard up to believe it.

p.s. in lieu of your music selection, i commend you on this. music is to be enjoyed by all.


"he moved to California to work as an assistant to Shaquille O'Neal's agent".
Mr. Romanelli obviously is in to making big bucks. 


"Ms. Taylor said that it was once difficult to reconcile her commitment to yoga with her love of good food. But in the Upanishads, the sacred Hindu texts, she said, she found an aesthetic philosophy in which the appreciation of worldly things is not only acceptable, but necessary to achieve true understanding."
- i was vegetarian for 8 years. when i moved back to south georgia (i no longer live in south georgia), the first of all my trials and tribulations of moving back home...almost immediately, in fact...was the food. EVERYTHING has meat in it. the green beans have fat-back, squash has bacon, lasanga has beef, mac and cheese has ham...would you believe me if i said that even the sweet tea has a film of grease on the top? due to other stresses in my life at the time i willingly gave up my diet for a bowl of mom's famous vegetable soup...complete with venison. i will not lie, til this day, it is delicious!!! gradually, though, i got  my shit straight along with my diet. i continued to eat meat, but only if it was 1) clean (i pray i do not have to specify what this means, literally, in terms of slaughtered meat)...2) humanely raised and killed...3) and only if i had to, meaning i was at someone's house, at a restaurant, etc. needless to say, living in south georgia, pretty much none of these points apply. to get up to date, today i am about 99% vegetarian.
- i could probably be considered what the world would call a "foodie"...along with the fact that i own a cafe, am a part time baker specializing in gluten free yumminess, and cook every day of my life even when not at work. simply put, I LOVE FOOD
- i have read and studied the Upanishads
to sum this one up: food is nourishment. we need it to survive. if you are eating a healthy diet with REAL food...(here comes another diversion) definition of real food: food that is closest to it's natural state without alterations, modifications, synthetic antibiotics/hormones/chemicals, or overly processed...i'm sure that you are safe within the realm of yogic sincerity across the globe. only if you claim to be a practicing Hindu should you worry about the strict guidelines of food intake as the Upanishads outline.


Ahimsa is now interpreted by some American yogis to allow meat, if it is humanely slaughtered. Many teachers say that they have adopted a “don’t ask, don’t tell” attitude about meat, and Mr. Romanelli says he eats meat when he knows its source (and sometimes when he doesn’t)
people shouldn't feel guilt tripped into not eating meat. "don't ask, don't tell" is so dishonest. like all world religions these days, people are changing religious interpretations to fit their lifestyles. they don't want to feel guilty for something they honestly believe to be wrong, but yet they're willing to alter an age old teaching so they can continue to do their bad deed in good light.


Steve Ross, an influential teacher in Los Angeles, says in his book “Happy Yoga; 7 Reasons Why There’s Nothing to Worry About” that yogis must ask themselves this question in the produce section: “Are the farmers full of gratitude and love, and do they enjoy growing food, or are they angry and filled with hate for their job and all vegetables?”
good point, Steve Ross! but the answer is more than likely no. consider for a minute, if you will, the people who work in slaughter houses. if you're reading this, and you've never watched a video, film, movie, hidden camera footage, what-have-you, on the the ins and outs of slaughter houses...then you've got some homework to do. i agree that the same can be applied to produce. ever sang to your blossoming house plant? grew like a weed, huh! ever deprived your house plant of sunshine and water? i bet it curled up and died in one week, huh!


Mary Taylor, the student of Julia Child, says she seeks a “middle path”; she follows a vegan diet but refrains from judging those who don’t.
refrains from judging those who don't?? i should hope so! Mary Taylor should only be concerned with herself, living her life the best way she knows how, humbly sharing her beliefs with others, and not be so concerned with matters not related to her. Mary, i recommend that you read the four agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz, and other Toltec teachings.


Yogic food choices can also influenced by ayurveda, a traditional Indian way of eating to keep the body healthy and in balance. Some yogis determine their dosha, or dominant humor, vata (wind/air), pitta (bile) or kapha (phlegm), and eat accordingly. Foods are invested with properties like warming or cooling, heavy or light, moist or dry.
i chose a yoga program based in Ayurvedic teachings because i want to be as close to Yoga as i possibly can. i view Yoga as a being, and learning the true principles behind it and why it is the way it is, seems to give me more understanding and clarity as to why i'm doing it. Yogic philosophy, like most ancient belief systems, are more inclusive and factor in other humanly elements. yoga is more than just an exercise, an aerobic workout, a quiet time, a social hour. their is a historical design to it and i believe it to function at it's optimal capabilities when utilized according to design. i do not condemn those who do otherwise, or judge those who view it differently than i. i consider it a blessing that so many people are open to the mere idea of it. when i was 18 and took my first yoga class ever, it was offered by my University as a gym class...free...no credits given or even a participation score...but only an experiment. yes, the administration called it an 'experiment'. they doubted it's popularity. the University now offers it as an credited gym class.


Back at the Exhale studio, wandering among the supple bodies of his acolytes, Mr. Romanelli talked about his recent embrace of the Slow Food movement and his dreams of returning American yogis to what he describes as the happy, prelapsarian state of 1995. “Remember before you had your first e-mail address or your first cellphone,” he said. “Don’t you think that your food tasted better back then?”
dear Mr. Romanelli, by this comment i take it that when you say "slow food" you are implying that when food is ordered in a restaurant it is made to order, with care, and with the utmost attentiveness given to the preparation of your meal. there is a little cafe near where i live. at the counter where you order there is cute little colorful sign that says "welcome to the slow food revolution. in the desire to give you great service and great food, which involves time, you may have to wait longer than usual to get your food"...or something of that nature. is this more or less what you mean? because if so, you are entirely mistaken as to what the Slow Food Movement is. if you do a little research, instead of being more concerned with the depths of your pocket, you will discover that the Slow Food Movement is of much greater importance than just the mere idea that your food was prepared especially for you in mind. in laymens terms, the Slow Food Movement is about good, clean and fair food. the concept is farm-to-table...meaning your food isn't provided by some famous chef in santa moica or by some specialty gourmet shop in downtown L.A....but rather, local growers and farmers who practice "good, clean and fair" are given the chance to share their wholesome and delicious traditions and practices with the rest of the world. take a look at www.slowfood.com for some enlightenment.

Namaste,
chloe peppercorn

oh, and one more thing. if you're curious about the dark chocolate and ginger combo i highly recommend

1.24.2010

super model : Indiana Firecracker Lantana


Indi asked if he could be on my blog. he said it wasn't fair that Ruby gets a debut and not him, so he wanted to go all out and pose with his back pack. unfortunately, he hasn't had a chance to use it, besides struttin' around the house in it...no trails without leash laws around here...at least none that i know of. a dog this good doesn't need a leash...he always leads the way, looking back every few minutes to make sure i'm at his heels. i know everyone thinks they have the best dog in the world, but...i hate to break it to you...you don't. it only takes Indi one time to learn a trick, or less than a few minutes to figure it out for himself...never distracted by other dogs...always needs a job to do, and does it impeccably...mother figure...yes, mama to new born pups brought into the fam...gentle kitty sniffer...loves to chase deer, thinks he would love to chase javelina....slow eater, savors every bit, never hoards his food or gulps it all down in one giant inhilation...silky hair perfect for human foot warmth...never snores or farts in his sleep...never, ever, EVER known him to chew something he wasn't suppose to, or relieve himself indoors....great sing-a-long participator...frizbee catcher/retriever...swimmer, even in the iciest of waters if it meant retrieving the ball...instead of slobbery, stinky licks he gives what i call nose stamps...and that, is my darling Indiana.

1.23.2010

a crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety - Aesop

sitting at the French Co. Grocer the other day, watching the wind storms swirl giant tumbleweeds down the pavement, and the Glass Mountain tops smoggy with desert dust, a couple strolled in from the elements. at checkout the lady asked about the $50 minimum credit card purchase. i briefly explained the thievery of the corporate money pigs, and she whole heartedly agreed...saying how she owns a bakery in Anchorage, Alaska...how she works her butt off and every year pays at least $1000 in credit card transaction fees. my ears perked at the sound of a rustic bakery, and i immediately and completely discarded the prior conversation about the devil, asking more about this bakery. very humbly, i told her i was a baker..although honestly and sadly, i drop that title now...she gave me her card and invited me to Anchorage...IF i ever go to Alaska. IF??!! there is no "if". i'm going. she handed me her card and we said adieu.

Fire Island Rustic Bakeshop brought a little sparkle to my heart...all those crusty, slashed, 1/2 inch thick breads...crystally sugar topped tarts...local, fresh, organic ingredients...i could almost smell that intoxicating fresh baked aroma...it almost makes being a glutton ok. although i've had my fill of being a business owner in the food service industry, i decided that as a retirement project i will open a bakery one day. the right way...for the purpose of enjoyment, not for income.


1.22.2010

familiar sounds

when i was kid, growing up in south-south-south georgia, we lived in an old-old-old little farm-like house in a great neighborhood. the house was drafty, echo-y, it creeked and squeeked. my dad had a small, prestigiously selective collection of vinyl records. one of them i heard so often that her voice was a constant sound in the background that mulled well with the other white noise of the house. here is one song, probably the most memorable.

1.11.2010

winter savory

Love to throw yourself on the earth and kiss it. Kiss the earth and love it with an unceasing, consuming love. -Feodor Dostoyevsky







1.05.2010

words once said about living as art

The most visible creators I know of are those artists whose medium is life itself. The ones who express the unexpressible– without brush, hammer, clay or guitar. They neither paint nor sculpt. Their medium is being. Whatever their presence touches has increased life. They see and don't have to draw. They are the artists of being alive.

-Jane Stone



This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love: the more they give, the more they possess of that precious nourishing love from which flowers and children have their strength and which could help all human beings if they would take it without doubting.

-Rilke


What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us.

-Emerson