caveman vs. vanman

Caveman vs. Vanman

I came across these two articles… Which is more ascetic?  I think I have secret desire to live as the vanman, but dang, those cavemen are pretty cool, i enjoy meat, and I am connected to them by a friend’s friend’s office mate’s roommate.

fav caveman quotes:

“The men sealed their friendship with what both described as a bare-chested — and in Mr. Le Corre’s case, barefoot — run across the Manhattan and Brooklyn Bridges on a frigid night. “

“They regularly grumble about vegans, whom they regard as a misguided, rival tribe.”

“His workouts include scooting around the underbrush on all fours, leaping between boulders, playing catch with stones, and other activities at which he believes early man excelled. These are the ‘primal, essential skills that I believe everyone should have.'”

In investigating all this stuff, I am beginning to wonder if a girl is at all capable of such asceticism without only becoming a nun… admittedly, I have also considered the convent, but only to start an order of well-educated, Jesuit-like, surfer nuns.

My buddy, Dave, said that starting an order is the best route to sainthood… but I still gotta work on that whole “being Catholic” thing.

The Morning Witness

It was a beautiful Tuesday morning filled with more things happening than I can probably remember. I mean really, there was nothing out of the ordinary, but random things make me think, wonder, and smile.

First thing I noticed was a girl wearing a peacoat and gloves. I am wearing shorts. Granted I am typically cold even when it is warm–it is not that cold out! Or maybe I am just optimistic about the weather and she is pessimistic. I don’t know. But as soon as the weather starts to turn, I begin dressing like winter doesn’t exist.

Second, I was walking with my hood up all inconspicuous so no one would talk to me (not really, its just to tame my hair and keep warm), and I see one of my classmates is walking behind me. I half tried to get him to notice me, but I guess hiding in my hood works better than I might want. I did the next best thing: eavesdrop. He was chatting with a couple of [undergrad] girls about what he does at BC etc etc. It is 9 a.m., he is meeting people, and I am hiding. I haven’t quite decided what I think of this person, but I mean, everyone in my field is in it at least semi-altruistically. Right? There is no money in theology or psychology…

Spitting. I don’t know why, but this morning I noticed several guys spitting. It’s gross and funny, kind of like farting and burping. I was being lazy and was in the elevator with likely one of the BC basketball players (or wannabe player). He is rockin out with big white headphones, adjusting his overly large clothing in the elevator, occasionally singing a few lines from whatever is blasting in his head. Up seven floors, the doors open, and, like a gentleman, lets me out first. We begin walking in the same direction, but I am walking slower, he gets a little ahead of me and hocks a loogie probably about 7 feet to the side. He peaked back shamefully, and I just laughed at the grossness, ridiculousness, and morning charm.

Easter: Emergency Room

Easter was wonderful!  All weekend was beautiful, and I sat on my roof all day Friday, Saturday, and most of Sunday watching people and the T on Comm Ave.  I managed to go to my first Holy Thursday and Easter Vigil service.  I have to say, all types of religious services are great free entertainment.  I mean really, when was the last time you visited your local Hindu temple, Mosque, or Synagogue?  You may even be lucky enough to get a free or very cheap delicious meal out of it.  (There is actually a Mosque and Synagogue within two blocks of my house… I should visit!) Not to mention, sometimes historical churches charge to go in when it is not church time, like Trinity Church in Boston.  Go when there’s liturgy and not only will you get to see an AMAZING sanctuary, but you’ll probably also hear one of the best homilies in Boston (in my opinion).

Even more free stuff–the Boston Public Library across the square from Trinity–worth the visit.

Yeah… so Ascetic Paige goes to the ER.  Sunday was spent chillaxin and cookin, and lucky me, I didn’t injure myself until AFTER Easter dinner, and it made for a nice 3 hour break between entrees.  Pork loin, lamb, ham… delicious, but I guess cleaning up I didn’t know my own strength and broke a Sam Adam’s glass while washing it in the sink.  I think if I cut my left hand then the ER wouldn’t have been necessary… but I really need to invest in some sort of wound cleaner and super glue for my first aid kit!  This is the second time this year I’ve been super glued shut!  It only lasts like a day…

Housemate graciously drove me to the hospital.  We waited in the waiting room for an hour.  Then I waited in another room for an hour.  They did an x-ray, and then a Doc with dreads glued my gaping incision.

He made a joke that I wasn’t sure whether I should laugh at or not like, “$900 for a drop of super glue…”

*paige nervously laughs*

“…just kidding it’s only like $700.”

I am pretty sure it costs me $100.  But whatever… Ascetic Paige makes due.  I recently got a $56 check from my last trip to the nurse due to another fight in the kitchen (bread knife, sweet potatoes, very messy…).  That ought to help make up for this Easter adventure.