Cute! This Cat is a Lady

Gertie always keeps in classy.

Singalong! Harvest Moon by Neil Young

The perfect song for slow dancing, sitting under the stars, or anything else requiring a mood that is dreamy, romantic, peaceful, and/or thoughtful.

HARVEST MOON

by Neil Young

Come a little bit closer

Hear what I have to say

Just like children sleepin'

We could dream this night away.

But there's a full moon risin'

Let's go dancin' in the light

We know where the music's playin'

Let's go out and feel the night.

Because I'm still in love with you

I want to see you dance again

Because I'm still in love with you

On this harvest moon.

When we were strangers

I watched you from afar

When we were lovers

I loved you with all my heart.

But now it's gettin' late

And the moon is climbin' high

I want to celebrate

See it shinin' in your eye.

Because I'm still in love with you

I want to see you dance again

Because I'm still in love with you

On this harvest moon.

Learning! One More Reason to Get a Move On (and that reason is twins)

Get ready for another study to make you feel really bad about the fact that you're currently lying on the couch, skimming through this post on your phone while Netflixing the entire season of The Unbreakable Kimmie Schmidt and polishing off some delicious Honey Dijon Kettle Chips! And this one is a TWIN STUDY.  Twin studies are pretty much the holy grail of studies on humans, because they help control for the whole genetics vs. everything else debate.

So in this study, Finnish researchers busted their butts to find identical twins who had divergent exercise habits.  One twin exercises, and one twin doesn't.  Interestingly, both seemed to have similar diets, and obviously had the same genes.

What were the differences between them?

Bodies: less exercise meant less endurance, more body fat, and signs of insulin resistance.

Brains: more exercise meant more grey matter, which is a good thing to have. More grey matter means more synaptic connections, among other things. Those are good to have too.

These differences didn't take all that long to emerge either.  Just a few years, they figure, of not exercising and your body and mind basically start to fall to pieces.

Fun, right?

Source.

Me & Ryan Gosling Hanging with Totoro

Sometimes Ryan gets really bummed out. It's hard being such a beautiful, talented, intelligent man. The weight of the world rests o his shoulders, and he can only do so much to bring beauty, introspection, and lusty feelings into our lives. When he starts to feel down about how many lives he has not touched, I bring out our friend Totoro to cheer him up. It always works.

Inspiration! A Scientific Secret to Stop Procrastinating (and it's so easy!)

Turns out there is one very easy way to help curb your procrastination.  If you've got a goal with a rough deadline, like say, getting in shape for a certain event or saving for a vacation, just tell yourself that it is x number of days away instead of weeks or months.

So that vacation coming up in August?  It's not three months away.  It's 79 days away.   Suddenly it sounds a lot closer, right?

There is science to back this up.

Cute! The Sweet Face of a Killer

Last week I did some cat sitting for my friend and her furry friend Toby. Toby is a beautiful kitty. I love the patch of black just under her eyes.  It makes me think of ninjas and painters and sportsball players, all at once.  She is also kind of deadly.  She will sometimes be very affectionate with you, but if you touch her, chances are very good that she will kill you.  You just gotta let her do her thing and not interfere.  Like when she was nuzzling my foot (second picture) - as much as I wanted to return her affection, I knew that it was too dangerous.  But let me be clear: this "fractious" nature is not a reason to withhold love.  Toby, like all creatures, needs lots of it!

Singalong! Superman's Dead by Our Lady Peace

I've been weirdly sick for the past little while with a random sore throat, and for some reason that made me think of Our Lady Peace for this week's singalong. Actually, it made me think of Clumsy by Our Lady Peace, but I already did that song a long time ago, so now we're doing another song off the Clumsy album: Superman's Dead.

SUPERMAN'S DEAD

by Our Lady Peace

do you worry that you're not liked

how long till you break

you're happy cause you smile

but how much can you fake

an ordinary boy an ordinary name

but ordinary's just not good enough today

alone I'm thinking

why is superman dead

is it in my head

we'll just laugh instead

you worry about the weather and

whether or not you should hate

are you worried about your faith

kneel down and obey

you're happy you're in love

you need someone to hate

an ordinary girl an ordinary waist

but ordinary's just not good enough

today

doesn't anybody ever know that the

world's a subway...

Learning! Old Person Smell is Real

I work in a building that also holds a seniors centre.  This means I get to experience a lot of different things: the joyful inspiration of Latin Wednesdays when the Latino seniors get together and dance to salsa music, unfortunate bathrooms almost all the time, suddenly having to go from walking at my usual swift pace to the crawl of aged osteoporosis, and random words of wisdom being tossed my way everywhere I go.

All of that, plus the old person smell.

I never quite knew how to describe it, and always felt guilty for even thinking about it, because isn't that discriminatory or ageist or something?  But it turns out I wasn't making it up, or being a horrible person.  It's REAL.  The sort of faint, sweet-ish, stale scent that is ALWAYS in the bathroom when the old ladies have been in there is not in my head.

The reason for old person smell is 2-nonenal, which sounds sort of like something you'd read in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, but is an actual thing that is created through the oxidative breakdown of other chemicals and has a distinct odour.  From the age of 40 on, we produce just a TON more 2-nonenal than when we're young.

Hence, old person smell.

Learn more from the source: Mental Floss.

Inspiration! All Bodies Do Yoga

Yoga became a part of my life around age 16 when I wanted to improve my ballet skills.  It was just starting to edge its way into the mainstream, and so I discovered this practice that relied on flexibility, balance, and core strength - what better way to become a better dancer?

Since then I've gone through waves of daily 1.5 hour practices and months with barely a downward dog, getting certified as a yoga instructor somewhere in there and teaching a bunch until I realized that (for now anyways) I would rather focus on my own practice.

One of the things that always made me saddest with yoga, though, was that anyone I would talk to who didn't have a "yoga body" thought that they couldn't do yoga.  They weren't already young and fit and flexible, so they avoided it altogether.

I get it, group fitness classes are kind of the worst anyways, and struggling to sit with your legs crossed and a straight spine while everyone around you splays their legs around their ears with smiles that live somewhere between smug and serene does not leave a person feeling great about themselves. Besides, if I'm honest, I also couldn't really argue back that much. When I started, I was already fit and flexible, and I've always lived on the thinner side of life. I am just more evidence that yoga is not for them.

What's heartbreaking about it, of course, is that yoga can do so much good for so many people.  I start feeling all bruised inside when I think of all the physical and emotional healing people are missing out on because of insecurity and judgement.

That's why I LOVE Jessamyn.  A gloriously curvy and capable woman who posts her yoga poses to Instagram for all to see.

I came across her story (and photos) in a Pacific Standard article, and absolutely love what she had to say about how she got started:

The whole reason that I even started blogging was because I wanted to track my yoga practice, and it's much easier to do that if you take photographs of your body. And it's also a lot easier whenever you practice yoga to practice in either not a lot of clothes, or naked, or just wearing things that make it easy for you to see what your body is doing. So I started posting photographs of myself kind of scantily clad, and that had a resonating effect for people.

Here's one of the main reasons this is so great: it's part of a very slow and important learning curve we are all on that healthiness and fitness and skinniness are not all the same thing. Some bodies are just different sizes, and more and more research are showing that diet and exercise are what matters, not what shape your body takes.

So, yogis (and too-scared-to-be-yogis-but-wannabe-yogis) of the world, look! Admire! Be inspired! It's Jessamyn!

In this life, I'm usually not learning anything unless my tits are hanging out and I'm one errant exhale from falling flat on my ass. Thankfully, the #gopro can capture every moment of my learning process. #effyourbeautystandards #honoryourcurves Top- @maleshactivewear (this top is actually extremely supportive & flattering, but #inversions give no fucks about a flattering fit, ya dig?) Leggings- @lineagewear

A photo posted by Jessamyn (@mynameisjessamyn) on Apr 22, 2015 at 6:53pm PDT

Some people like to throw shade at North Carolina. As a born & bred North Carolinian, this attitude drives me absolutely crazy. Plus, as an educational debt laden college graduate, I appreciate being able to pursue my dreams in a thriving creative environment that doesn't choke its residents w/ a ridiculously high cost of living. In my interview w/ @cadyshannon of @clarioncontent, I talk about how Durham is really kind of like what #NYC was for college grads of another generation- a place where, w/o sacrificing your creative dignity and/or first born child, you can sow the seeds of your dreams. Click the link in my instagram header to read the interview! Photo by the awesome @alliemullin

A photo posted by Jessamyn (@mynameisjessamyn) on Apr 26, 2015 at 3:36pm PDT

I took a little break from the internet this weekend. I mean, I likelovehate social media as much as the next late twentysomething but JEEZ- a femme can only take so much 'internet-ing' before she needs to get outside and feel the grass under her toes, ya dig? In addition to spending time with my loved ones, eating @krispykreme doughnuts, and sunning myself by the banks of the Eno River, I spent the past few days catching up on projects that slid to my back burner while I was in Asheville. Of course, I would love to spill the beans on everything new and exciting to come, but I'm sworn to secrecy on several different topics. HOWEVER, I am SO STOKED to announce that my #yoga teenage dream is about to come true- my long distance yoga love @nolatrees & I are hitting the road....together....to teach joint yoga workshops! Dana & I are getting pumped to bring our body positive yoga mission to as many of you as humanly possible. However, if we hold a workshop, would you come? What studios/cities would you like to see us in/at? If you're too shy to write in the comments, feel free to shoot me an e-mail @ mynameisjessamyn@gmail.com. The instagram yoga community has blessed us with the opportunity to find kindred spirits across the globe- I think it's high time we take the #bodylove yoga movement into the stratosphere. #effyourbeautystandards #honoryourcurves Pants- @lineagewear P.S. via @nolatrees- if you're a studio owner, e-mail us!

A photo posted by Jessamyn (@mynameisjessamyn) on Apr 15, 2015 at 7:12pm PDT

Follow her at @mynameisjessamyn.

Me & Ryan Gosling at the MTV Movie Awards

I usually don't get to go to awards shows with Ryan (it's one of the downsides of being in a secret relationship, plus he's basically working and schmoozing the whole time and I can only say "I loved you in Titanic!" to so many people, and I don't care about anyone else - unless they were in Breaker High), but he snuck me along for the MTV Movie Awards the year he was nominated for The Notebook. I just had to act like a drunk fan. It was so fun!

Cute! Eager Puppy

I got to meet a new animal! To tell you the truth, I've already forgotten its name and its gender, but that doesn't mean it isn't adorable! It took a lot of teamwork to get a non-blurry picture of this one - my friend had to hold her down while I held a treat up next to my phone.

Singalong! Portions of Foxes by Rilo Kiley

I used to looo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ove this song! It's just so bitey! Yes. Bitey. Like a song that has bite. Sort of like Barq's Root Beer, except, you know, auditory instead of a soda pop temporarily popular in the late 90's due to some clever marketing. And there's a bit of a growl behind the bite. Like the person (or animal) doing the biting really means it. Like they are a vampire trying to hold themselves back from killing you all the way, or even a fox! (See what I did there?)

Also, if you're ever doing karaoke in a hipster-type bar, then sing this song and you'll get all the 30+ hipsters reliving their youthful turmoil with you so very very hard.

PORTIONS OF FOXES

by Rilo Kiley

There's blood in my mouth 'cause i've been biting my tongue all week.

I keep on talking trash, but i never say anything.

And the talking leads to touching,

And the touching leads to sex,

And then there is no mystery left.

And it's bad news, baby I'm bad news

I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news

I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you,

But just being around you offers me another form of relief

When the lonliness leads to bad dreams,

And the bad dreams lead me to calling you,

And I call you and say "c'mere!"

And it's bad news, baby I'm bad news

I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news

And it's bad news, baby it's bad news

It's just bad news, bad news, bad news

'Cause you're just damage control

For a walking corpse like me,

Like you,

'Cause we'll all be portions for foxes.

Yeah, we'll all be portions for foxes.

There's a pretty young thing in front of you

And she's real pretty, and she's real into you

And then she's sleepin' inside of you.

And the talking leads to touching, then the touching leads to sex

And then there is no mystery left.

And it's bad news. I don't blame you,

I do the same thing, I get lonely too.

And you're bad news; my friends tell me to leave you,

That you're bad news, bad news, bad news

You're bad news, baby you're bad news

And you're bad news, baby you're bad news

And you're bad news

I don't care i like you

And you're bad news

I don't care i like you

I like you

Learning! What If All the Ice Melted?

Here's a fun (if by fun, you mean terrifying and probably-going-to-happen) scenario: all the ice melts on the earth.  What happens?  Business Insider made a video exploring just that!

It's fascinating to watch.  In some places, due to topography, the rising sea doesn't seem to change that much, cutting into a coastal city by half, perhaps (although that's still HUGE), but then you watch Florida completely disappear and Cuba left to just a few mountaintops.  

Check it out! Will your home survive?


Via IFL Science.