I had a lovely time at a dinner party tonight. It was pot luck, and I made Kitchari, which is an Ayurveda cleansing dish. I used all organic ingredients, and it was well received by everyone, regardless of their doshic composition (I'm Vata Kapha).

For the past week or so, I've been getting these massive twinges of pain along the left side of my head. They'd mostly be flashes of sharp pain followed by some dull aching. Seriously, it felt as though I could dash my head against some rocks and a grown woman would spring forth from the gash in my head (yes, that's Greek myth nerdiness). Since mid-day today when I pulled myself out of my funk, the head pain hasn't come back. I really think it had something to do with the wave of depression that I saw coming on and that hit me Friday evening. Once I got over the heartache, I got over the headache. I'm not generally that prone to such somatic symptomology, but I think it's a good thing.

I've very consciously avoided commenting on the House Ethics Committee report about the Page scandal, particularly when it comes to Jim Kolbe. I know I hinted about a lot of dirt leading up to the elections last month. When I started receiving e-mails from other bloggers asking me to divulge my information, I had reservations because all I really have is rumor and innuendo. I happen to trust my sources (yes, there are multiple sources), but I am reluctant to print what I've heard without concrete evidence or a first-person account. So sorry folks, but I really don't think it would be appropriate of me to put on the interweb what I understand to be fairly well-known in at least some segments of the local queer community. As far as I know for sure, the man is a paragon of virtue who did not act appropriately when confronted with the misdeeds of one of his colleagues. Or something like that.

Yes, I know I made you read through two paragraphs of personal stuff for the anti-climactic good stuff. Cut me some slack, it's after midnight on a Saturday night and nobody else is up for me to talk to. It's the Vata in me.

I spent a few hours cleaning out most of the rest of my office today. The back seat of my car is now filled with boxes. I'm way too much of a packrat. I should work on simplifying. That goes for every aspect of my life.

Finally, my friend Miriam, who dragged me kicking and screaming onto Friendster a few years ago may succeed again in dragging me onto MySpace. I've been boycotting it because it's now owned by Rupert Murdoch and I just know he's going to find some way to use it for evil. Also, pedophile predators. On the other hand, it seems like a good way to stay in touch with friends who I don't get to see on a regular basis. Feel free to post your thoughts in the comments. I suppose my use of the site doesn't necessarily have to constitute an endorsement.

All right, time for some meditation and then sleep. I think I may have a busy day tomorrow.

Labels: Ayurveda, Friendster, Kolbe, LGBT, personal, Rupert Murdoch's evil empire, sex abuse