Archive for October, 2008

From the over-stimulated mind of a coffee drinker

October 31, 2008

I recently realized I am nothing without coffee. That’s a hard pill to swallow being that I am so anti-drug and into real, real, real. Handle the pain of life without any life-lines or methods of escapism. Of course, I judge myself lightly. I make great excuses for my habit. Coffee doesn’t kill brain cells (or does it?). Coffee doesn’t cause miscarriage and birth-defects (well…miscarriages yes). Coffee doesn’t change my brain or my way of thinking (hmmm…when I don’t have it I can’t hold a conversation longer than 3 minutes and quite frankly, I have no motivation to do anything without it. Not to mention that one double-espresso at the right time of day can turn me into a Super Hero.) 

But, despite not causing hallucinations or leading me to believe I can fly or that the walls are moving, coffeeis a drug. A powerful one. Possibly a dangerous one.

“Within five minutes after you drink your morning coffee, the caffeine begins to stimulate your central nervous system, triggering the release of stress hormones in your body, causing a stress (“fight or flight” ) response. The stress hormones are useful if you need to prepare yourself to fight or flee a dangerous situation, but if you are simply sitting at your desk you may feel a short charge of alertness, quickly followed by feelings of agitation. Within the next hour or so, after the stress response dissipates, you will probably feel more tired and hungry. At these low-energy times, many people reach for another cup of coffee, or eat a snack that is often high in sugar to “pep up” and stay alert. However, both caffeine and sugar only give you temporary feelings of increased energy, which quickly dissipate. For some people, this cycle of low energy followed by an infusion of caffeine or food continues the entire day — leaving them feeling exhausted and unable to focus by 3:00 p.m. because they are drained from the ups and downs in energy their body endured throughout the day.” 
Active Wellness By Gayle Reichler MS RD CDN, page 12

According to Stephen Cherniske MS in his book Caffeine Blues, “‘Caffeinism’ is a state of chronic toxicity resulting from excess caffeine consumption. Caffeinism usually combines physical addiction with a wide range of debilitating effects, most notably anxiety, irritability, mood swings, sleep disturbance, depression, and fatigue.” Of course, this leads to the paradox of thinking you are increasing your energy when in actuality you are depleting your natural energy stores. 

Coffee has been associated with, among the above listed issues, miscarriage, psychological affects such as hyperesthesia, ulcers, gastric problems, hyperactivity, heart palpitations and adrenal exhaustion. (http://www.garynull.com/documents/CaffeineEffects.htm).

So, that being said, you might want to re-think that morning cup of joe and switch to decaf. I know I’ve been brewing the idea for quite some time. And if it weren’t for my pesky addictive behavior,  I just might be able to brave the world without that hit of escapism. 

Boulder to Nederland

October 16, 2008

I remember us driving through the mountains up from Bolder to Nederland. The fog laying thick on us like a heavy blanket as we swooshed slowly up narrow, curvy roads. It was Spring and wet and cold and Ray La Montagne’s Empty played over and over again. We pulled over on the switchbacks to click pictures of the cliffs and canyons, and to make love like twentysomethings, imprinting the dashboard on our backs. I told you, we will never, never, never, never, ever, ever end. Way before the last goodbye and the day you gave me back all those pictures. 

* This was submitted to six sentences.

Update:

Nicely done, Tracy.  Love it.  “Boulder to Nederland” will mark your debut on Tuesday the 25th.Welcome to 6S!

Best,
Robert McEvily
Editor, 6S

Love and Jack Kerouac

October 8, 2008

Love is being able to look deeply into someone’s eyes and no matter what they look like, i do not need to avert my gaze. Love is marveling at the connectivity between me and someone else as we read Bukowski or hold hands and walk through the city at night after seeing “Once.” It’s holding on to someone at two in the morning, on an airplane coming back from Vegas, or driving through the desert and both knowing the history of the land and sharing in that. It’s crying together. It’s worrying about the other. It’s thinking of the other when the other isn’t present. It’s dreaming and living it out at the same time. It’s dancing slowly to Guy Petersen’s voice as he sings Unchained Melody in an empty bar in Wildwood. It’s driving silently down the road and trusting in the driver. Parking way out in the back yard, top down, watching stars fall. It’s playing Damien Rice’s “Delicate” over and over and over and over again while making love on a hot summer night with no air conditioning because we both hate what it does to the environment. Love amazes, never hurts. It heals, it trusts. It makes you feel ALIVE. It makes you want to listen to music and hummm, hummm, hummm that same tune until everyone around you wants to vomit. 

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
-Jack Kerouac