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2003-06-10
4:47 p.m.
Another toxic chemical spill on one of the city�s major highways is going to make my commute home to work a long one. These are toxic times. After my fourth migraine attack in one week I decided to try a few more drastic measures before going on the beta-blockers and epileptic seizure meds my doc is dishing out. I stopped by the local health food store and was trapped by a nice-enough lady recommending �breath work� and fasting. Not that I disagree with her about the nutrition but her in-depth personal anecdotes about breathwork sessions made me really uncomfortable. I can�t imagine myself being directed to breathe by a middle-age man in a dashiki. I don�t do yoga and I never have without a slight feeling of creepiness. I have a resistant personality/temperament for things that involve breathing and crystals. I like to jog and kickbox, not pose and breathe. The whole natural medicine scene comes along with a type of social scene that I am not really down with. It�s like everyone are transplants from the Sedona Vortexes. There has to be a happy medium. The indie-rocker coloncleanser crowd has to be somewhere around here. Maybe I will see them at the rock and roll show this evening. huh? - 2004-01-15 resolutions - 2004-01-09 video reason - 2003-12-30 sik - 2003-12-06 voiceless - 2003-11-19
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