Flight 001 always did have the coolest travel products, but now they’ve come up with something that was obviously designed with me in mind.
The Mobile Foodie, a set of herbs, spices, soy sauce and wasabi packets contained in a tin no bigger than a paperback. Forget airplane travel–I could use this on a regular basis! I think I’ll order it this evening. I suspect it will become a great favorite, not just of mine but also of anyone else who eats with me often. (In particular, I foresee Erik becoming a frequent user of the cayenne pepper.)
In other news, I saw Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban on Saturday and it was great. If you don’t already know, this movie had a new director who changed the feel of things a bit. As many reviewers have noted, this movie, unlike its two predecessors, is actually a worthy film in and of itself, not just as a movie version of the excellent books. I’d go see this one for the beautiful sets and the special effects even if I hadn’t read the books. And if you have, you’ll enjoy the hippogriff, the new characters, and the climactic final scenes. There’s a lot more subtle humor injected into the movie as well, but in general it’s a lot more like an action movie than anything else. Character and plot development are minimal (a lot of details from the book were omitted; only the most basic storyline is left in place), but the whole two-hour-and-twenty-minute piece is a quick and enjoyable ride.
Erik and I also went running yesterday. That was the first time I’ve run in probably three years, and it wasn’t bad at all considering. We ran the lake trail, and Erik estimates we made it about a mile before I had to stop. The running itself was better than it used to be (post-cross-country, obviously), not as painful or as labored, but as before, once I stopped running I felt incredibly nauseous. Nonstop deep breaths saved me this time. Hopefully next time will be better. My chest actually felt great once the nausea left me, nice and open and exercised. I’d also forgotten what a mind game running is. Yoga has helped with that a little bit. I just imagined Martin at Inner Heat making us do horse stance and saying, as he always does (or some variation on this), in his German accent: “Now your mind is complaining. Block it out; your mind does not help you in this exercise.” Dancing also requires a certain amount of brain blocking-out, but it’s different from this. I haven’t had to work around my brain like this in a while. It’ll be good for me to get back into it.
[This post was imported on 4/10/14 from my old blog at satsumabug.livejournal.com.]