I eat this pretty much every day as one of my six meals (you too should eat six meals!). Easy to cook—maybe 5 minutes?—and very healthy. Supplement with plenty of protein.
Oh and by the way, I stew the peaches because otherwise I’m allergic, and I also think it tastes better. You could probably just add them raw, though. But that wouldn’t leave much of a recipe.
INGREDIENTS
1 raw peach, sliced
2 teaspoons sugar or sugar substitute (I use truvia, a natural sugar substitute)
2 teaspoons walnuts
1 teaspoon chopped almonds
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/4 teaspoon ground cloves
Pinch of salt
2/3 cup water
2 tablespoons whole milk
1/2 cup instant oatmeal (original, unflavored)
DIRECTIONS:
In a pot, combine water, salt and sugar on high heat. Bring to a boil.
Add peach slices, nutmeg, cloves, and 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon to the water. When water returns to a boil, reduce heat to medium. Allow to cook for 3 minutes.
In a bowl, combine oatmeal and the peach/liquid mixture. Allow to sit for 1 minute.
Stir in whole milk.
Sprinkle nuts and other 1/2 teaspoon of cinnamon on top.
Eat.
Peaches are incredibly low in calories but high in fiber. Oatmeal also has plenty of fiber in it. This meal will both fill you up and supply you with enough carbohydrates to start your day.
Again, you should definitely pair this with protein of some sort. I usually have protein powder, but eggs or something would do, too.

Oh, and no, mine doesn’t look like this. I found this picture elsewhere.
I got a haircut today. I had been thinking for three or four days about how long I wanted to keep my hair; I sort of wanted it buzzed, but after discussing with Jonathan I decided to keep it at fauxhawk length. The sweetheart cutting my hair proceeded to tell me that I am a furry guy. She just opened up a whole new world of insecurity. I wonder if she meant to…

Musical elitists face two large problems: apathy and cynicism.
They are apathetic about much music because they have heard better. They don’t like mainstream music, as listening to this type of music feels trashy. Because they pride themselves on their musical expertise, they are uncomfortable listening to the music of the laymen. The best kind of music for musical elitists is the kind that is virtually undiscovered; the second-best is that which has an aura of undiscoveredness (more on that later). This often results in the musical elitist becoming distracted from the musical elements of music, and focusing instead on the perceived effects that listening to said music may have on his or her identity and/or reputation.
This blog attempts to fuel the musical elitist—most likely one in the form of a music student—with the perfect, ultra-elite music. In the process, the musical elitist will become less apathetic and have a better life in general.
Musical elitists are cynical because they often invest a great deal of time into music, and are unsure that their commitment will pay off. The more successful artists they listen to, the more they doubt their own abilities. This blog will likely make musical elitists even more cynical. Sorry.
So, please enjoy.
This was probably the most memorable January 1st that I’ve ever had. I went to a diner with Roman and one of our friends, and then drove in the pouring rain over this ridge that runs along the West Hills of Portland. We ended up parking at a cemetery near these radio towers that can easily be seen from my house (ten or twelve miles away). It was almost dusk, and we could only see about twenty or thirty feet ahead of us because of thick fog. I knew that I should be able to see these 300-foot towers ahead of me, but all I could see was this dark grey mist. Finally, we saw one of the supporting cables, but it just led up into the fog. We got as close as we possibly could, and we could only see the very base of the huge towers. It was probably the most eerie experience I’ve ever had. Needless to say, I’ll look at those hills differently when I see them from my window; I can’t right now though, because they’re still stuck in the clouds.

This is captivating.
Men Who Look Like Old Lesbians.
I took a politics class this past semester that involved a lot of talk about work and workers, among other things. Someone brought up an interesting point: today we pay people to do art for us, rather than doing it ourselves. We pay people to make music so that we can listen to it. We watch others perform better than we ever could hope to.
I don’t fully like that idea. It’s great to experience art through others, but I would argue that it’s sort of meaningless of you yourself can’t create and express. As a (at risk of sounding presumptuous) pre-professional musician, I think I sort of take art for granted sometimes. But I realize that not everyone has that. So if you aren’t involved in art, you should become involved, in some way or another. YouTube is certainly a great place to start! Capisce?