Tool - Stinkfist [hq - fullscreen]

MOTM Tool

This was going to happen following the Screaming Trees because of the time period, the sound reminiscent of the inertia caused in part by Nirvana's thrust that sent waves through all of us, and then Tool
along with a handful of other politically conscious/pop culture rejected/spiritually unfundamental and in particular those groups that are preoccupied with a concept that no-thing should interfere with my becoming especially dogma or anything that constructs cultural or spiritually predetermining platforms in our minds or tries to control 'where the water flows' for the individual that absolutely nothing that begins with
'this is the truth and the light' interacts with our development as humans and it's not that only a select few have something important to accomplish it is that all of us are becoming and if something interrupts that which moves into the direction of our progession to being fullly then it must be at least identified as a space invader or an infection You might think I am talking about Tool as the Iconoclastic-clasmatic iconoclasts
who are as banal as the sloping~non~linear~turns of a woman's curves constrasted against the cold`hard`mortar and rough`clay`brick or something artsy that makes you want almost want to say ' I just don't undestand it ' so that the artist has an opportunity to acquire a sense of acheivement, NOT, these are these things we've known about Tool whether we've bought their albums in the 90's or not there's a message there that maybe the ears weren't there to hear and certianly if Wal Mart and MTV were busily watering down Tool then THAT is what we've really always known is the aberrant tendencies were what kept us, exactly the ones that failed to read the warning on the package [or on the pew], what is there then for us are the coliding opposites that is Tool, the vocal contrasts, metal pulse to the music, ebbs and strange miscounts, timing shifts reminding me of complicated 7/8ths that show a sophistication and pique my interest and allow my shoe stikes to filter through the ear buds for a few moments,
what we have is Tool and except for Mr. Keenan who bravely puts stage crashers in bass ackward body slam death grip choke holds and behold the simple all hallowed hotness of Justin Chancellor (he's second from the right pictured above) who stomps the bass, Tool means penis and like there's really nothing else to say about that except this video is about transformation, a disturbing varietal.

The Single Ingredient Diet

Along with my fitness program, my diet always needs modification.
It would also not be unreasonable to say that along with any good fitness
program, a good and effective diet also needs the SAME rigor and attention that the
exercise prescription requires.
My calorie demands, that is my need for energy, has increased and
the types of foods needed to satisfy those demands are really very simple.
I once wrote about or talked to someone about how food for me is less about an adventurous culinary
experience and more about adhering to a strict understanding between
the food-its micro nutrients and, its relationship to my workout.
Recently, and through a smart and attentive friend, it was delicately brought to my attention that I am
calorie deficient based on the demands I place on my physical self and my need for energy.
As an example, there are days when I eat more. On those days, I crest the threshold
of eating that is reminiscent of my 300 pound days--where quantity consumed was
an issue (although quality is not).
The morning following a significant carbohydrate intake, however, my workouts
have an extra power element that seems lacking on the days when I monitor those
calories [perhaps too] strictly.
The single ingredient diet means I eat sweet potato, egg, meat, fruit, vegetable, rice,
oat, pasta, black bean, nut. One thing. One ingredient. And, I do this every 2-3 hours.
So, from my diet, I had to omit: hummus, tortilla chips, marshmallow fluff, salsa, cottage
cheese, soy milk, wheat crackers, peanut butter, diet soda, bread, spelt cookies (ugh)
and maybe other sweets that I don't need anyway.
For someone like myself who has undergone such a radical change in her physique and
in her physical fitness (I have lost 170 pounds)--food failed to stop short at categorizing me
as playfully neurotic.
Never mind all of that.
It is very important to view nutrition as that which fuels our bodies for
the demands we place on it in a 24 hour period. What you do with your 24 hours is your business.
For me, I workout for approximately two of those 24 hours and my total miles run through the week
can vary from 42-80.
Having fun with food for people is an enjoyable pastime, they make friends, cooking appeals to their
creative side, they write blogs and make movies and write books about food (of course, everyone likes food, right?) But in America, with such an impatient crowd of eaters, and an increasingly high-maintenance crowd at that,
suddenly we have forgotten simultaneously that our legs are meant for running and our calories are meant to
fuel our bodies simply as energy.
There is such a systemic-asymmetric-relationship between our time spent exercising/moving/sweating and the time spent selecting/preparing/eating food. Geez. Such a crime.
And, we have forgotten--as we have evolved from our primate ancestors--that our diets CAN and SHOULD be so simple and so uncomplicated.
Our diet hasn't evolved.
We need basics.
We need grains, protein, fiber. It's so easy.
And, the added benefit of when you're in shape and powerful
and strong the food you eat, so long as you meet
those basic needs, gets put to work--honoring that machine that your body truly is and, dare I say, honoring a soul
that desperately wants that body to move.