My last.fm chart this week shows no music listened to at all. So embarrassing…

I can tell you what else I didn’t do last week. I did not go to the gym, I did not keep a healthy diet, I did not lose any weight and I did not sleep as much as I should have. Bad, bad me…

I’ll tell you what I did do last week. I tidied up the flat. I did a lot of it, and now it is live-in-able.

The return to a healthy life full of music and happiness starts tomorrow.

As part of the process of catching up with RSS feeds, I reached this article in the NY Times via Boing Boing. A few days late, but at least I’m getting there (thanks to boring meetings and an Opera Mini browser on my phone).

Owing to a strip club in Portland, OR that serves a vegan menu, the debate of whether sexy women should be used to promote vegetarianism is once again raising its ugly head. This argument is slightly more annoying than the one about whether sexy women should be used to promote anything. In this dispute I often find myself to be a post-feminist to the extreme. The article in NYT states some historical links between feminism and vegetarianism, but I think this link is merely coincidental. It just happens that thinking women tend to believe in more than one ideology at a time, and those ideologies do not always relate to one another. After all, most women can chew gum and walk at the same time as well.

The circumstantial link between women and vegetarians brought about the stereotype of vegetarian women as totally un-sexy vegan-Birkenstock-sandals-wearing hags. It is about time vegetarianism got a new sexy look. And no, strip clubs are not just a way to exploit women, they are also a means for smart and good looking women to make a living.

I’m saying it loud: I’m a Vegetarian, I’m Sexy and I’m Proud!

It is a rare moment of lethargy at work in which I am finding the time to drop a few words.

The house move just doesn’t seem to end. Unfortunately we didn’t have enough time to pack everything before the movers came, which means there are still some things that need to be moved out. The catch is, that I can only go to the flat after work, which means that by the time I get home it will be too late to find any parking that will enable me to carry my stuff for a reasonable distance. Needless to say, it does not contribute to my peace of mind. My landlady (AKA The Bitch) is not helping either, determined to keep calling me “to check up on me” and make sure I’m on my way out.

Luckily, I have been working with the most professional and accountable mover ever, so the move itself was quite calm. (If you need details of a good mover, give me a shout and I’ll give you his number).

Another thing that makes it harder is the strange hot weather. It feels more like August than March! It also makes it harder to carry stuff, causes headaches and makes us tired. It adds so much to the general stress, that E. and I are both constantly snappy and often take it out on each other, which is not healthy at all!

Surprisingly, the only ones to enjoy the situation are the cats. They love their new home! They enjoy wondering around, scratching the boxes and sitting near the window looking down at the traffic below.

I think that it will all be over within a week or so. I will be a much nicer person then, and I’ll do my best to go over the 300 odd items that have been accumulated in my RSS reader so far, and the ones that will be added by then.

While packing yesterday, I counted the number of times I moved houses. I realized that this is my 15th move in the 14 years since I first moved out of my parents home. Scary, isn’t it? It makes an average of 1.07 moves per year! Of course, there was one year starting the summer of ’95 in which I moved five times between four countries, which is way beyond the standard deviation for this calculation, but still… for someone who hates moving, I move way too much.

E. is going into politics.

In addition to his blog Memories and Thoughts in which he writes about general stuff, he opened a new blog – News View – in which he is writing about global politics. Enjoy!

Any person who enjoys any form of obsession will agree that we are constantly looking for justification for our fixation or at least other people who share the same passion, as a proof that we are normal.

Taking this into consideration, I am happy to announce that I am not alone in my fetish for everything Scottish (and especially that accent and even more when it is sounded by someone as sexy as James McAvoy). I am sharing an obsession with Laura from The Modern Age, hence, I am normal!

P.S. I just saw this picture, and my brain stopped working!

Although I still don’t know what will happen later this year, I am mentally getting ready for a move to Cincinnati, Ohio. The process includes spending any dead moment I might have at work (and there aren’t too many of those) looking up information about Cincinnati. Mostly I look up rental properties, but I also take the time to check out some important cultural facts.

Today I searched for “indie bands from Cincinnati” and stumbled upon the MySpace page of The Heartless Bastards. At this very moment I’m listening to the music streaming off their website, and I like what I’m hearing.

Does anyone have any other important (i.e. musical) or useful information about Cincinnati?

The up side of re-organization projects is the re-discovery. While sorting out my music library, I dusted some CD’s that I haven’t listened to for years (the evidence is in my last.fm profile). The down side is the obvious work load. I would say I’m about 40% there, and I doubt I will be able to finish ripping before I have to pack the CDs and the computer.

The move is also in slow progress. So far I packed four boxes and I will probably do one or two more today. The countdown on my iGoogle home page shows that I have 12 days to go, but that’s until the movers get here. Things need to be packed by then. Did I mention I hate moving?

There are a lot of changes going on in my life right now, and anyone who knows me can guess how this is stressing me out.

It started when E. was pondering about continuing his academic studies for a Ph.D., which turned into an invitation from a friend and sent us on a tour of universities while we were traveling in Canada. Some decisions were made, and the way things stand at the moment, we are likely to relocate this summer to the other side of the pond. Scary stuff indeed.

In two weeks from now, I will move in with E., and as much as it is exciting it is also a source of worry. I hate moving more than anything! I still haven’t started packing at all, and there will be a lot to do.

I am considering turning you, my dear reader, into a psychologist and write about all the things that go on as a form of therapy, but I’m afraid of turning this blog into a collection of depressing posts.

It seems like The Dandy Warhols’ Bohemian Like You is doomed to be related to phone commercials, both in Israel:

and around the world: