A book club improv group featuring Meghan Brown, Amy Dixon, Helen Kim, Megan McCoy, and Paige Lussier Johnson.
Hey…3 fans following Tumblr (one who is an actual member of The Bibliophiles)…we’ve been busy and not posting. So sorry…our only aim in life is to entertain, so expect more posts soon.
But for now here’s this:
Twelve hours ago, @DeepakChopra had this to say on his Twitter:
Is the universe God’s playhouse or the Devil’s casino? Who’s asking? Either way, Im in!
The Bibs retweeted him with this:
Want this guy at my blackjack table RT @Deepak_Chopra Is the universe God’s playhouse or the Devil’s casino? Who’s asking Either way, Im in!
Then Deepak Chopra decided to follow us. Now, Deepak is following thousands of people but he also writes FULL books while travelling on airplane from one coast to the next, so he likely has the ability to read all those tweets. The universe digs him, ya know.
So then Bibliophiles posted this:
@Deepak_Chopra is following us now. That means we should read one of his books for a future show! He likes improv (or at least Mike Myers)!
And we can’t confirm this but Deepak wrote this (which “could” be a direct response, but likely not)…
"Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible."
So I’m thinking we should throw Deepak a bone, and read one of his books. Not that he needs our help…we most certainly could use HIS.
That’s all for now from your silly bookish broads!
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From Bibliophile Amy’s Tumblr:
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It’s been just over a week since “Skinny Bitch” magically made it’s way into my fast food loving hands. I’ve seen it listed in The New York Times Book Review. A handful of girlfriends have gloriously displayed it on their thin IKEA bookcases. Every time I walked by it at the Borders near Penn Station I would ask myself: “Maybe, this time?” Of course my ego, which is a little bit raspier than my real voice, would answer, “Nope not yet, you’re not ready. Go buy a Tiramisu cup at Cafe Muse instead.” I always listened. Well, luck be a lady at The Bibliophiles’ First Annual Book Swap night, because “Skinny Bitch” was what I got!
I’ll spare everyone the book report (especially if you’re trying to be cool by not reading it), but the short summary is avoid meat and don’t trust the USDA or the FDA. Read labels, avoid artificial sweetneers, dairy, and Peter Luger’s Steakhouse. Actually,the authors said nothing about Peter Luger’s but I highly recommend avoiding the place. It’s overrated, overpriced, and I’m over the hype: the steak is fatty, the sides are lacking any inspiration——pure sog, the waiters are bullies who were probably geeks in high school, and that special sauce is nothing but doctored up A1 Steaksauce. Uninspired, indeed! The Hot Fudge Sundaes ARE divine but the place is the epitome of what the Skinny Bitches want you to avoid. So there!
While reading “Skinny Bitch” I immediately quit coffee (it creates an acidic environment in your body which promotes fat cell production), artificial sweetners such as Sweet & Low or Splenda in my iced tea, and stopped drinking all diet sodas (brain tumors, brain tumors, brain tumors). That was difficult. I depended on a daily dose of caffeine to perk me up.
The only meat I consumed for the ten days while reading the book was a strip or two of bacon in a salad (but I also added swiss cheese-another Skinny Bitch no-no), two Sweet and Sour Chicken pieces, and chicken in my Thai Massman Curry (but that’s only because I ordered tofu but was delivered chicken. Not my fault!). I also ate salmon and tuna by way of Simple Cafe’s Metropolitan Tuna sandwich and some spicy tuna rolls from Wasabi on Bedford Ave. I decided I was not giving up sealife.
In place of the meaty meals, I ate Amy’s Organic brand items like Veggie burgers (bland burgers, really!) and vegetable barley soup, lots of fruits and salads, whole wheat pasta meals, cereals with soy milk, and coconut milk non-dairy ice cream for dessert. In the past ten days, I have REALLY altered my diet. I couldn’t give up eggs and cheese entirely, but I certainly didn’t make them the main dish either. (Yes, I’ve been known to eat half a bag of shredded mozarella as a mid-day snack.) Oh, and I cut down my refined sugar intake…no cakes, cookies, and white bread or rice.
So how do I feel?
Not good, yet. Sure, I didn’t follow the Skinny Bitch diet to a tee, but I’ve made some major modifications in the past week. My brain feels sluggish and I miss sudden manic fits of dancing in my apartment. Also, the great abdominal spasms of my early twenties have returned…which also irritates my left lung…as if it’s all connected. (Yes, I’m aware I should see my doctor again). I’ve been terribly sensitive and avoiding any major social gatherings as a result. Is my body missing lots of chicken and milk and ice cream and the occasional cheeseburger and pork chop casserole? Or, is this the result of dead cow detoxing?
I do feel lighter and maybe a pound or two thinner (it’s only been a week). My dreams are happier and more detailed. One glass of wine made me tipsy compared to three. That’s a money saver right there. A glass of wine costs six dollars in NYC.
I feel more informed about the farming industry even though I couldn’t bring myself to read pages 68-74. I just couldn’t do it. Half a sentence about pigs’ snouts chopped off while alive was all I needed to know about the horrors of animal mistreatment in these farms. If anything, those details have given me pause to eat meat more than the actual health benefits of avoiding it. The scare tactics work Skinny Beotches!
I suppose regular exercise could take the place of that sinful caffeine for an energy boost. I’m lazy, even though I love working out once I’m AT the gym. So, I don’t know yet, Skinny Bitches…I don’t know. I’m not the type of person who will travel to the special health food store on the Upper East Side to give up a few more hours perusing labels only to spend more money on brand name organic products.
The Skinny Bitch diet would serve me best in a situation similar to the characters of Lost. I would have no choice but to eat leaves and berries (and I would have Sawyer to gawk at in the process); but, in New York City, I have hundreds of beautiful restaurants with high end restrooms (I LOVE restaurant bathrooms! Seriously, I should make a coffee table photography book on the topic. That would be weird, huh?), and coffee shops every ten paces, and a carnivore boyfriend. I haven’t even begun to think about the difficulty of a vegan lifestyle over the holidays at special business parties or family celebrations. Polish kielbasi with sauerkraut. I can’t give that up!
So, I will practice…moderation (boring!), with a little less this time and hope for the best.
Two week update: Spasms have stopped! I did have a hazelnut iced coffee twice this week. I resumed daily eggs (from farm fresh and grass fed chickens) for breakfast with a lil bit of bacon (only two slices as opposed to forty five). Eggs just make me feel better…PROTEIN! I don’t feel like murdering anybody anymore, so I resumed most social contact. Still, can’t avoid a little bit of chicken and, oh yeah, I did eat a cheeseburger from McDonald’s on one day and some Beef Jerky the next (so I meat binged a bit!). And, island or no island, Sawyer actually does provide distraction even if he’s only on TV. That idea has stuck with me. “Watch Sawyer, always!” (My raspy Demi Moore sounding ego agrees!)
So I failed at the Skinny Bitch diet, but I wasn’t really trying anyway. I did eliminate a few things in the process: artificial sweetners! Ok, well, one thing eliminated, BUT I’ve dramatically cut down intake of sweets and white bread and red meat and chicken and high fructose corn syrup and yes, coffee…so that’s a plus.
Do you ever take something on you know you will fail at but feel better about yourself because you tried it anyway? I guess that’s how I feel about “Skinny Bitch”. Eh, not for me, but I learned something.