Friday, May 30, 2008

"Juicy Tourture"- Day 3

'Zeee poh-ette John Milton says, "The mind is it's own place, and in itself, can make heaven of hell, and a hell of heaven."

I am living that quote, man. It's day 3 and I'm flailing between being ready to take a chunk out of my desk and daydreaming about a meatless, no-processed foods life. I feel crazy and peaceful at the same time. Great. This is just what I needed another metaphor for life.

Now, I'd like to say a few positive things about my little project:

1) I really do feel "clean"
2) My complexion looks pretty good
3) I feel lighter, even if I may not be
4) My skin is more pliable and soft
5) I haven't been tired

Tomorrow is the test. I have a party with a BUFFET. Wish me luck!

And finally, I'd like to talk about something unrelated: Please go and see the movie "Young @ Heart" It's the best movie I've seen in long time. And if I continue to take care of myself, I will get to live until I die like the people in this movie.

Thank you Arlene, for turning me on to Da Juice and Steph for Turning me on to the movie!

Thursday, May 29, 2008

"Juicy Tourture"- Day 2

Woohoo! I did not think I would survive yesterday, but I did. Thanks, Colleen for letting me be so WITCHY... and I mean WIIIIIIIIITCHYYYY! I don't know what monster reared it's fugly head, but WOW! That's all I have to say. I'll let the video say the rest...

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

"Juicy Tourture"- Day 1

Did you get that little play in words? Juicy Couture- Juicy Torture? Not my best wit, I know. And I can assure you it ain't about feeling sexy. It's about feeling hungry.

So yesterday Colleen and I sign up for this 7-day juicing fast. That's 7 days of twice-a-day juice and lemon water consumption that equals my body weight. Yes, that's right, I am drinking a tsunami's worth of water everyday and no eating.

Anyway, I'm supposed to journal this process so, I'll do it here.

This feels vaguely familiar. I remember when I was in 5th grade and the start of my period coincided with the MEASLES! Can you say miserable? Ok, maybe my juicing regime is not that bad BUT, this 7-day fast has also coincided with my period. My girls at work would like me to consider working from home. Anyway, I'm rambling... probably from hunger.

So it's DAY 1. Honestly, it's only Day 1, so it's not supposed to be that bad. Anyhoo, no green onion, cheese and portuguese sausage omelette for me today. I start the day with only the standard crap, despite the crapping tea I had last night. Then the first of many jugs of water. The first juice @ 10am, more water, lunch consisted of Colleen and I happily (if not vicariously) watching Ryan eat his salad. However, it's now 14:10 and I just heard my stomach growl. I am officially hungry, but still hopeful.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

My Latest Rant...

Here's a letter I just sent off to the Hawaiian Airlines prez & ceo. Who the heck knows if it'll even get to him, but man, it felt good to get it off my chest.

May 20, 2008

Mr. Mark B. Dunkerley
President and Chief Executive Officer
Hawaiian Airlines
P.O. Box 30008
Honolulu, HI 96820

Dear Mr. Dunkerley,

I thank you in advance for taking the time to read this letter.

I was a passenger on HA10 on May 13, 2008; HNL to LAX. I was seated in row 46—window seat. When the plane landed I had the opportunity to watch one of your baggage handlers unload the plane for a few minutes. During this time I was very disturbed to see your employee pick up a guitar off of the belt and THROW it into the baggage transport truck. And THEN, he proceeded to THROW 2-3 strollers ON TOP of the guitar case as well.

Was the guitar damaged? I have no idea. But that is irrelevant. The guitar should not have been thrown to begin with.

In the grand scheme of things, you may consider my concerns petty and minor, but they are real to me. I am a part-time musician. It took me 2 years to save up for my $2000.00 Martin guitar. I could not replace it at the drop of a dime if it got damaged. I have a gig on Maui in July. Hypothetically speaking, if my guitar is damaged before I play, what do you suggest I do? The thought of my guitar being subjected to such negligent and primitive behavior is frightening. I am disheartened that you actually employee people that don’t realize that a guitar = fragile. Look, we don’t have a choice. Guitars don’t fit in the overhead. We have to check them in. We have to entrust our revenue- generating instrument to you and your employees. Is there another option available that I am unaware of?

I watched the Makaha Sons video that plays during the flight. I certainly hope that their guitars are not being treated poorly. “Well, that’s the Makaha Sons. Of course, we don’t throw their guitars around!” you say? Should there even be a difference? No one’s guitar or any other musical instrument, or anything that is marked fragile or that looks fragile should be treated with such careless disregard.

I recently read an online article by an ex- baggage handler. It purportedly offered the truth about what really happens to people’s luggage- especially the fragile things. Not the most flattering representation. So, you’re not alone, you’re not the only ones, I get it. I can assure you that I expect my regular luggage to be thrown around like a rag doll. But, not any breakables that are so obviously breakable.

I am not sure whether you outsource your ramp services at LAX, but either way, as an associate of Hawaiian Airlines, anyone handling baggage for you should be held to a high performance standard… anyone representing you period.

I sincerely hope that because you are now the only real choice for interisland air transportation for the people of Hawaii that you remain vigilant about your commitment to exemplary service. Please don’t mess with us now, just because you can. Please don’t be that kind of company.

Again, thank you for your time. I thought my initial shock would blow over, but it hasn’t . That is why I am writing. Please consider regularly reminding your people to exercise some common sense and The Golden Rule: to treat other people’s belongings as they would treat their own.

Warmest Regards,

Faith L. Geronimo