Started my day at French Meadow Cafe and Bakery.

The omelette du jour was black bean, squash, garlic, and parmesian but I had the server use feta instead. Every time I come I find the waitstaff to be a little absent-minded, but you know, hey, at least they aren't behind the counter where I work. It's only food. I really like the place otherwise.

Speaking of absent-minded, I keep forgetting the omelette plate comes with my two nemeses: hash browns and bread (unfortunately not the non-wheat kind all the time).

Dropped by a good place to rent a flick: Cinema Revolution. I discovered this place above the Taj after eating there last weekend. This place is really cool for anyone in the Twin Cities who'd like to rent something a little different while supporting local business. Last week I rented a really good French movie starring Audrey Tautou (star of Amelie). The film is called "He Loves Me, He Love Me Not." I found it very hard to watch Audrey in this kind of movie. It's not that she isn't a good actress, but after Amelie, she's just got that cute innocent look and persona that I find diffcult to detach.

I also rented two other great flicks there: The Pianist. If you are in the mood to have a good cathartic cry, this is the movie to watch. The cathartic cry hits you when you least expect it, but it's totally worth it. You cry for love and music and humanity.

Then I watched Outfoxed. Please rent this documentary. Please please please. Everyone reading this, I beg you. Please let the brainwashing stop before November.

Yeah, Ok, I'm a little to the left. I'll admit it. I have a bleeding heart for the underdog, for the under-represented, for the ignored. But please realize if I did not have this streak in me, I would never have come to the point of eating organics and reading about (and subsequently following) the blood type diet. When mainstream "heathcare" gurus, as Whitney suggests in her blog, disregard the theories and collected evidence of D'Adamo, it's because of these lacking double-blind studies. However, in the world of mainstream medicine, these mega-studies are full of flaws, manipulative data, and peer-reviewed author bias, and usually only possible to complete when deep pockets are involved. Oh, yeah, and don't forget all the lab animals put through lethal experiments before phase I can even begin. Can't make an omelette w/o breaking some eggs, I guess....

What I admire about D'Adamo is that there is a slow but steady improvement in how the diet continues to modify and fine tune itself based on both scientific and anecdotal evidence. It's not being bastardized. D'Adamo is not selling out. He maintains that "purity." He is not the Britney Spears of dieting. He is a scientist and healer first and foremost. It's not like the Lo-Carb revolution with all its silly wheat gluten and soy protein bars, filled with all sorts of artificial ingredients like sorbitol. Lo-carb is a craze gone out of control because in order for it to appeal to the general American public and sell, it has to be quick, easy, with no critical thinking required by the consumer. Furthermore, it has to keep people in a comfort zone by selling things that are famliar. I mean, c'mon, low carb bread??? How many times have you seen THAT advertised in the grocery stores this year? It makes me gag. While it's complex to master the BTD (perhaps that's why it attracts so many intellectuals with doctorate degrees such as, well, pharmacists), the food staples remain simple. If nothing else, this diet allows you to keep the artificial crap out of your body. The diet reconnects us to nature through science. Is that not the ultimate marriage?

Today I rented Prozac Nation. What I like about this little rental place is that the guy who owns it goes out of his way to purchase stuff that's banned from distribution/sales in the US. This copy was originally sold in CHINA! It was my civic duty to protest the ban (we are a free country, right?) and rent this movie. I'll let you know later if it's worth your time.

Then, off to the Wedge. Bought some roses. And some mache. And some mint pilaf, and some clilantro lime pilaf, and some quinoa tabouli, and some garlicky green beans. And some maple rice latte, and a shot of wheatgrass. And some Apricot Lentil Soup! Oh, oh, oh, I LOVE the the Wedge!

OK, done sharing the love.

Last bit of food for thought. Just when I think, "Why, why, why am I a pharmacist? Why do we need all these drugs?", I walk by a schizophrenic lady talking to herself at the bus depot. Then I think, "Maybe drugs aren't so bad" and "Thank God for neuroleptics." If only we could just minimize our societal use.