Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Febfast update - Day 12



Howdy folks – I have made it to Day 12 of Febfast, and can safely say I am feeling slightly less yukky than I was two days ago thank you for asking.

I don't really adhere to the whole 'detox' ethos/philosophy/trend (frankly, if you poo and wee, you are already 'detoxing' thank you 'Doctor' Woo-woo), but going cold turkey on sucrose, fructose and sugar substitutes (both natural and chemical) has seriously messed with my energy levels.

Up until two days ago I was utterly knackered, bushed, stuffed and plain flat-out exhausted 24 hours a day, as well as nauseous, head-achey and listless. Add some weird hallucinatory dreams, sharp neck pains and painful stomach cramps to the mix and it's not unlike being knocked over by the ‘flu. It was just too hard to get dressed, wear make-up, fix my hair and tap on a keyboard.

Is this real? Could there be something in this? Is sugar really so-called ‘white poison’?

I have been assured by friends and colleagues who have given up sugar that the symptoms are to be expected and will go away once my body adjusts to the combined lack of stimulant and drastic drop in calories. I keep getting told I will feel ‘marvellous’ in a few days. I certainly hope so.

In the meantime, a few observations I’d like to share:

  • There’s nothing like a fast to make you crave other stuff – like cheese, cheese, cheese, cream, salt, smoked salmon(!), cheese, and more cheese. I have rediscovered my love affair for Danish Havarti, Greek Kaseri, Dutch Gouda and Swiss Gruyere. Yum.
  • Avocado tastes good on ANYTHING. Especially when smashed up with fetta and lemon juice.
  • Health food shop breads are bloody expensive but if you get a good brand, bloody delicious! Wupperthaler is still the best, and makes great toast – and cheese toasties. Mmm…cheese.
  • Check the labels on EVERYTHING. AVOID anything that has ‘sugar’ in the ‘added ingredients’ but don’t fret if you see ‘sugar’ in the nutritional values table.
  • Rice crackers are delicious with a good-quality deli, sugar-free (or better, yet – home-made) hummous.
Meanwhile, I’ve hardly noticed the lack of alcohol. Bizarre.

Monday, 2 February 2015

Febfast update - Day 3



Welcome to the first Febfast update. Today is Day Three, and so far, so good.

Temptations? Yes. Lapses? No.

Most of you are probably thinking "I should think so, it's Day Three!", but bear in mind, Sunday (which was Day One) usually means carbs-heavy breakfasts and weekend treats.

Sunday Yum Cha at Gold Leaf in Preston was a challenge – it meant sticking to steamed seafood and pork dim sum and laying off the condiments and dipping sauces. Dinner at Slim Venetian’s was a multi-course extravaganza – with no dessert. Monday night was Moofie Night at Cinema Nova with Muddy K – Choc-top denied!!!!

And I didn’t do a ‘last hurrah’ blow-out on Saturday night either…

Seriously, it will be interesting to see how the next 26 days pan out.

Booze-free is easy. The benefits (financial, social and physical) are obvious and immediate, especially after the inevitable ickiness that follows the holidays or an indulgent vacation.

Sugar’s the real killer – it’s in more stuff than you realise. The weird thing is that it is added to so many savoury items and staples - most commercial breads, crackers, ‘savoury’ sandwich spreads and condiments, even flavoured tinned tunas (yep!)…

I shudder when I recall last Feb was spent rampaging through NYC’s delis, markets, doughnut shops, diners, bodegas, restaurants and bars, scoffing crème-brulee doughnuts, NY cheesecake and chocolate Babka and quaffing lethal cocktails, Malbec and craft beers.

In the meantime, if you feel so inclined, please visit my fundraising page and leave a donation or just a message of support if you haven’t already.

Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Givin' it up for Febfast


Folks, next Sunday marks the start of Febfast, a 28 day festival of abstinence, to raise money to save vulnerable youth from the traumas and ravages of drug and alcohol addiction.

I have decided to give up booze AND sugar for the month of February. Whoa.

Crazy? Probably. This is why I seek your support. Please visit my fundraising page if you’d like to sponsor me (no donation is too big or too small) or just leave a message of encouragement and support. Heaven knows I’ll probably need it. Look out for progress updates (read: rants, tantrums and/or cries for help) on this blog.





Sunday, 11 January 2015

What do you really need? A grand, unifying theory of Dustiness.



Fans of HBO’s Bored to Death will recall the Season Two sub-plot regarding George Christopher’s prostate cancer scare. When advised by his urologist that he will need to have his prostate removed, George wails:

“I’ve never had anything removed  before. I mean like my appendix, tonsils, wisdom teeth. I hold on to everything. I’m like a hoarder I guess, I’m like completely intact.”

It’s poignant and sweet and typical of the character -  a charming, loveably greedy and unapologetic sybarite who wants EVERYTHING, NOW. He yields nothing – not drugs, not women, not fine dining, not the wielding of cultural influence in America’s most exciting city, New York – in his never-ending efforts to wring every last drop of excitement out of life.

For George, the loss of his prostate equals the loss of sex and pleasure, not the prospect of a longer life. Let’s face it, what’s the point of a few extra years if you have to give up the fun stuff to earn them?

This is a question I’ve been grappling with since turning 40 (3-and-a-bit years ago). Not specifically about mortality, but rather, what’s truly important in life? What can you divest yourself of and what do you really need to live a contented, meaningful life? Do you want to spend your days working or playing?

These questions are not new. They are old and boring, a trifle self-indulgent and more than a wee bit ‘first world’. Nor am I truly any closer to having any answers to them. But I have been clumsily groping towards some kind of understanding about what matters and what doesn’t in life.

So after a few years spent ruminating and some serious consideration during the last year, here’s a list of what sort-of matters and what doesn’t. This is not in any particular order. It’s as much a stern reminder to me, as it is a list of answers to my questions, so sorry if it reads like admonition/finger-wagging advice-giving:

WHAT MATTERS

1. Time. How we spend it matters because once it’s gone we can’t get it back – so don’t waste it. Forget jumping into a wormhole or warp. Time is finite. Use it doing things you love, either solo or with people you respect and admire. Fill it with the things that fill you up and give you pleasure. Communicate clearly how you intend to spend your time to others if how you spend it affects them too. Manage expectations. Be punctual. Don’t be late if you can help it because that means you are stealing other people’s time. Don’t muck people about with last-minute cancellations/changes. And frankly in the era of mobile phones, a short text advising you have been delayed should be a given, not an afterthought.

2. People. Make an effort to connect meaningfully with friends, strangers, lovers and family throughout the year. Don’t wait for special occasions and don’t save it for the end-of-year family newsletter or Facebook update. Get on the phone and call people, email them, have coffee or a glass of wine with them. Ask them how they are. If they’re going through a tough time, be there for them. And I mean BE THERE. In person, with a drink, a cuppa or a kind word at the ready. Conversely, if there are friends and family who are pissing you off, taking you for granted or treating you disrespectfully, dump ‘em. Life’s too short (see 1. Time)

3. Beauty. Be it a rose bush in full bloom, a perfectly-poured dark beer in a tulip glass, a nice piece of woodworking or a well-crafted kitchen knife, surround yourself with beautiful, well-made things. Natural or man-made doesn’t matter. Quality is king. It lifts the heart and the spirits and ensures a job or task is well-done. Beauty can be acquired free, bought cheaply or expensively. Whatever – just fill your life with it. Toss the ugly.

4. Health. Exercise. Move frequently and regularly. Consume food, drugs and alcohol carefully and judiciously. Fast occasionally. Laugh. Share your emotional problems with a professional. Do brain puzzles. Read. Masturbate. Vaccinate. Have lots of sex with another person. Play scrabble. Learn chess. Watch good television and films. Take naps. Read good books. Listen to good music and LEARN THE WORDS PROPERLY. You only have the one body – and it includes your brain. Treat it with respect, invest time/money/effort in keeping it sound and it will reward you with calm, good sleep, productivity and energy.

5. Money. “Whaddaya mean ‘money’? Isn’t that materialistic? I thought you were getting all spiritual ‘n shit?” Yep. Money. By this I mean cold, hard cash, saved up and sitting in a bank account for a rainy day and as insurance/buffer for that day when you say “Enough is enough. I hate this job and want to go save the Amazon/boost the literacy levels of indigenous Australians/run a NFP café called The Golden Quince which teaches hospitality skills to unemployed ex-factory workers”. Make sure you have a year’s worth of living expenses – MINIMUM – in your bank account at any time. This doesn’t just insure you against injury or disability (by all means, get a policy for that if you’re not already covered), it insures you against brain snaps where you shove the proverbial 15” black rubber dildo in your manager’s face and tell him/her to go fuck him/herself before storming out of the office to reinvent yourself as an artisan cheese-maker. Money = Freedom = Autonomy.

6. Humanity (as a virtue). Say “please” and “thank-you” to wait-staff or anyone else who serves you. Be polite and deferential to your friends’ parents. Write real letters and send cards. Don’t forget birthdays. Don’t order “off the menu” if the restaurant is packed and the waiter looks harried, or if it’s a set menu arrangement. Don’t be a twat to people who serve you food. Unless you are a rock-star, knock that shit off. Think about the person you are buying gifts for. Conversely if you suspect your friends and family are struggling to find you that perfect something, tell them what you want. Be honest about how you feel but be careful about telling people how they should act. Don’t be a twat to your loved ones or colleagues. Give direct feedback in the moment or don’t give any at all. Clean up your own messes, but don’t be afraid to pitch in and clean up other people’s messes. Try not to be passive-aggressive. Shake hands and look people in the eye. Hug, kiss, touch and pat. Ignore the inappropriate erection.

WHAT DOESN’T MATTER

1. Status. When you’re punctual, friendly, polite, humane and fun to be around, what does it matter what you do for a crust? Stay the hell off Facebook. If you sit and compare your own achievements to those of your friends, you will go mad. Ignore parents, friends and family who are into that shit and whose conversation is all about “who does what and who earns what”. Dump ‘em (see 2. People)

2. Expensive possessions. Forget the Tag Heuer watch, the latest iPad yadda yadda. Money should buy you freedom and autonomy and escape from the things you don’t want to do, not more crap that fills your house up and needs replacing every two years. (See 5. Money)

3. Family. Let me explain – be good to your family and treat them well. But don’t forget: you didn’t ask to be born so you didn’t choose your relatives in the same way you chose your friends. If you genuinely love them, then treat them well and show them you care. If, however, they are awful people with whom you share nothing but a DNA link, then hanging around them just because culture/society/obligation dictates this is the ‘right thing to do’ is insane. You have nothing to feel guilty about just because you choose to spend your time with other people. Don’t hurt them. Consider your humanity. Don’t be a tool. But also, don’t feel ashamed or guilty for feeling the way you do. Avoid them if you must. It’s okay.

4. Missing out. If you feel overwhelmed by the amount of experiences on offer, the amount of information on the interwebs, the amount of cafes and dude-food restaurants in Melbourne’s Northern suburbs, the amount of hot, eligible singles in your suburb and the amount of craft beers on offer at your local taphouse that’s fine. Sometimes it’s hard to tune all that stuff out. But if you start getting upset or resentful about the prospect that you will never get to experience, read, eat, screw or drink everything that’s available, all I can say to you is ‘calm the fuck down’. Enjoy what you have and what is to hand. Stop pining or craving EVERYTHING, ‘cos you’re just not going to have it all. Be choosy. Be accepting. “If you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with.” That includes the burger you’re enjoying in St Kilda - so stop pining for the burger in Collingwood.

There it is, people. My grand unifying theory of Dustiness. I’m off to scour the interwebs for a suitable ‘toy’ to wave in my manager’s face while I think about where my next craft beer and burger are coming from.

Thursday, 18 December 2014

2014 - Recapping the year that was



Howdy folks,

We're getting to that time of the year where we pause and reflect on the year that was. What have been the extra-special discoveries of 2014? What pearls of wisdom have we acquired in the last twelve months? What have been our highlights and our lowlights?

For me, 2014 has been a real mixed bag of nuts. Truly, there have been some awful raw hazelnuts among the salty, fatty yummy roasted cashews. But life is like that - we have to take the good with the bad.

So I have compiled this list of the Best and Worst of 2014 and hope that you read it exactly the way you would shove your hand in the proverbial Nobby's Bag of Nuts and see what you pull out...

1.  Going to New York City with Muddy Karpitz was definitely the salty cashew AND roasted macadamia of 2014. Despite the nose-numbing cold and snow and wind and sleet, this was a magical experience for both of us. We ate, drank, walked, strolled, inhaled and absorbed as much of this wonderful, crazy place as we could in the 13 days we had at our disposal. Beers in Brooklyn, snowmen in Central Park, brunch in the West Village and hot salted caramel donuts in Chelsea. Extraordinary.

2. Taking on a new role at work was more of a salted peanut than a cashew. Still good though. And I happen to be working with a very capable bunch of people in a challenging environment. Always good for the brain cells. It's been exhausting, exhilarating and excruciating in equal parts.

3. My mother's illness and major surgery. In September, my poor mam underwent 5 hours of surgery to remove a bowel tumour AND a hernia. Needless to say, this was bloody tough for her, requiring a two-week stay in hospital. But bless her, for a 78-year-old, her subsequent recovery (no rehab required) was nothing short of astonishing. She's all-clear and fighting fit and as cranky and foul-tempered as ever. Great stuff, mum! Now get back in the kitchen.

4. Muddy K's being awarded a Doctorate of Philosophy is most definitely the salty cashew, macadamia AND roasted peanut in this bag. An awesome achievement and culmination of a near five-year epic effort - well done to you Muddy! The academic world beckons - go forth and set it alight!

5. The police killings in Ferguson, Missouri and Staten Island (NY) respectively. In both cases, a Grand Jury (essentially the US equivalent of our committal proceedings) did not believe there was sufficient grounds to lay charges against the police officers who killed an (unarmed) 18 year old and (also unarmed) 43 year old. I found it astonishing that neither of these cases were deemed serious/complex/doubtful enough to warrant prosecution in a court of law, in the presence of a judge and jury, with expert witnesses thrashing out the details under oath. Did I miss something?

6. My cousin’s cancer diagnosis on top of a pre-existing kidney disorder. A waiting game for him, his immediate family and extended network of friends and family, this will be an especially poignant Christmas for all of us.   

7. #I'llridewithyou. Not a fan of hashtivism at the best of times, I was ready to cynically dismiss this as a bit of a Lefty-soft-cock-solution in the face of an imaginary problem. That is, until a hijab-wearing colleague reported being verbally harassed and abused whilst riding on public transport on the first night of the Sydney siege. That'll learn me. And if anyone out there decides to indulge in a spot of vilification in public, or indeed in private, #I'llbitchslapyouyouworthlessgobshite

8. Tony Abbot's defence of his Thomas Cromwell/Luca Brasi/Al Neri/Tom Hagen-all-rolled-into-one bouncer Peta Credlin against her critics, claiming their criticisms were motivated by sexism. Really, Tones? Really? That's the only shot you had in the proverbial locker????

9. Season 2 of House of Cards. Everything but the raw bitter hazelnut here. Notwithstanding the dodgy (and unintentionally funny) threesome involving their factotum and house-robot Meechum, Frank and Clare Underwood are seriously the most glorious political scumbags ever to disgrace the small screen. Darker, nastier and with much less in common with the British original than Season 1, this was seriously awesome telly. More please. 

10. Attending my niece and nephew's school concert and tattoo. There were kiddies singing "The Lion Sleeps Tonight", 8 year olds doing a delightful version of the "Cups" song, bagpipes, drums, Daftpunk and the theme to Flash Gordon (don't ask). Worth the 40 minute drive to some Godforsaken craphole in the South-eastern 'burbs. The kids did their aunt proud.

That's it.

May 2015 bring you all much love, happiness, laughter, joy, success yadda yadda.

Love,

DV