okay so i think this is going to be a long one, so hang in there with me and if you get bored, skip stuff or stop reading, whatever. 

as an intern, we have this intern speaker series that we can go to and listen to different people working at my ngo speak about their experiences. yesterday, we listened to two fellows talk about their experiences in russia and somewhere else, i can't remember. so to start off her story she introduces herself and and says that she got into this field of study because "her interest was...(insert interest)"... i literally don't remember what she said because her "interest" was so subdued i almost fell asleep during her talking. thank god for facebook, instagram and all the other modes of technology i use to entertain myself when bored. 

from her talk, i didn't grasp the importance of fellowships or her projects at human rights watch, but i realized that whatever i do as a profession in my life will have to have much more oomph behind it than a mild "interest." what i really need, what i really want, is a burning fireball of passion and desire to get up, day after day, year after year, to do whatever i choose to do out of the millions of options that really, everyone has. i can tell you something that i know for sure about me, among the many things that i don't know about myself or my future, but i know for a fact that if i'm doing something without one hundred percent devotion to it, i'll do it shitily and pay attention only to what i'd rather be doing. for me , a simple "interest" just won't cut it. 

that was what i was thinking about yesterday as i sat in my cubicle for eight hours, fyi.

on a totally different note, as i was walking to work today, i saw the biggest, jiggliest set of boobs i've ever seen before 9 am. i then started to think about the appeal of boobs versus butts.... is that weird of me? probably, but who cares.

my thing about boobs is that i feel like they're just blobs of fat on people's chests. other than breast feeding, which is absolutely natural and healthy, but totally grosses me out beyond belief, boobs really don't serve any purpose except discomfort for some, embarrassment for others, and complete and utter fascination to guys, and/or girls. i just don't really get it. butts are so much better. 

butts are strong and majestic. they get you places. they get you to the peak of a mountain, they get you to the end of your 100th ultramarathon, they pick up your trash and your kids, they even get you up the stairs and into bed at night. without butts, we would literally not be able to do anything. love your butt, don't try to make it smaller. do squats.

on ANOTHER note, i made a fucking kick ass meal tonight. salmon cakes, brussel sprout hash, steamed broccoli and a homemade mayo dipping sauce. killed it. i was a little hesitant because a lot of the recipes for salmon cakes call for canned wild salmon--- wild of course, never buy farmed salmon. but i imagine gross canned tuna when i think of canned fish. anyways, i went for it and got the whole foods 365 brand of canned wild salmon, and it actually turned out really well! i threw some green onions, parsley, ground ginger, dill and some cayenne pepper into the bowl and mixed that up with the salmon and two eggs. cooking the cakes in a pan with oil, they taste gooood. look at this recipes for the brussel sprout hash, winner. 

also, i literally just learned, this very second, that it is brussels sprout hash. plural? random. 

the other night i made pistachio milk and walnut milk!! cool. also, newly obsessed with chia seeds.

i've been listening to podcasts the last two days while i go to work instead of listening to music. the fat burning man has a ton of super interesting things to talk about, all related to nutrition and the body. podcasts are freeeeeeeeeee.