Tuesday, June 8th, 2010
Down in Florida, I got to thinking about the oil spill and what an insanely disgusting impact it’s making on the environment. Not to mention the jobs and tourism it’s killing. It’s really down right depressing. I’m not one of those people who wears rubber shoes and spends my days at the compost pile, but I do care about the earth and drive a hybrid and only run air conditioning in one room at a time, etc. Course I don’t think me turning off the lights is going to remedy the oil spill, but it’s something.
A really cool something that is happening in the environmental world right now is David de Rothschild’s plastic boat, aptly named the Plastiki. I first read about it in Vogue and then when I was in Mexico, Katya and Jenn, who did the PR for the St. Regis, are also doing the PR for the Plastiki. And they’re doing a really good job because I’ve been reading about it everywhere. Currently in the water near the island of Tuvalu, the Plastiki is a sailboat made out of 12,500 plastic bottles and a frame of 100% recyclable plastic. It’s been sailing for 80 days now in water that is polluted with plastic. De Rothschild calls what they’re doing, “adventure ecology.” I just call it cool.
Their whole ethos is that waste is fundamentally a design flaw that we don’t see in nature and it’s time for us to re-think waste as a resource. Makes pretty good sense. Not to mention a rocking boat. Maybe Stacey and I should start making our own paper and writing on it in mud. Hmmm…I might try it next week.
A rendering of the boat. How fun to set sail on a giant milk jug.
David De Rothschild mapping it out. I like that he looks like he should be in a Nautica ad.
Monday, June 7th, 2010
As I fly over the friendly skies from Naples back to Washington, I’m kind of regretting the pact Craig and I made while observing our less than perfect washboard abs on the beach. We swore up and down that we are going to embark on “The Spartacus Workout” three days a week as part of our crazy-person six days our of seven workout. Craig found this Spartacus situation in Men’s Health and it is actually the really over the top regime done by the actors in the Starz show Spartacus: Blood and Sand.
My thirtieth birthday is 63 days away and one thing I really want when I hit the big 3-0 is a body I love. After running two marathons in the last six months, I’m pretty happy with having accomplished that, but now I am ready for that six-pack I can stop a bullet with. Or at least just bare by the pool.
THIS PART OF POST WRITTEN AFTER HAVING LANDED, GONE STRAIGHT TO GYM AND DONE SPARTACUS WORKOUT.
Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. But good pain. The kind that might give me thighs that Lance Armstrong would approve of. I think I just sweated out all the toxins in my body and my nine layers of beach-inspired bronzer. The hardest part of the workout is jumping in the air between lunges. Who knew jumping was so painful? If I survive this Spartacus training, I think I will wear that leather loincloth after all.
These three actors are all doing the Spartacus workout to get buff for their show, aptly named "Spartacus." While I don't need my bicep to be the size of my head, I will happily take a six-pack.
Sunday, June 6th, 2010
What a wonderful day. We are still in Naples and though it is 104 degrees, we’re in heaven. Our hotel is on the beach, we went for a really sweaty run in the sand, and we have taken on a “clothing optional” motto in life. We have also discovered a new love for disclosing embarrassing things about ourselves and playing top five ____ about you. Our first idea? Let’s pick the top five jobs you would suck at. Here is what Craig chose for me. 1) Night Watchman (I love to sleep) 2) Logger (I disagree. I think I would make a hell of a logger) 3) Whale Watcher (I never see animals. Like even at the zoo I miss them) 4) Parole officer (Everyone deserves a second chance!) 5) Person who does wake-up calls (I’m always late).
Following the “this is what you’re bad at” game, we decided to confess our embarrassing stories. One of Craig’s just happened to be that his sophomore year of college, he wanted to get a tattoo of a football with wings. Yes, WINGS. It was after he won the national football championship with Nebraska and wanted to remember that moment forever. And then to really class it up, he wanted to put a big red N underneath. Ah, my boyfriend could have a flying football on his arm. Would I still love him? Probably. Let’s be honest, if it was on his face, I would probably still adore him. Ahh, l’amour!
This could have been on Craig's arm. Oh, except the football would have had WINGS.