The Importance of Being Vegan

I grew up British with a little Guyanese flavour. So if dinner wasn't roasted dead something or other it was curried and let me tell ya, dead anything tastes wonderful. Nothing satisfies a typical North American appetite like roadkill deep fried or smack in the middle of a pie. A meat and dairy rich diet kills any craving and fuels that emptiness that our body tells us can only be appeased with salty animal fat or a rich and creamy something or other. My favorite dish growning up was pepperpot a stewed West Indian dish carefully prepared over the span of week containing pigs foot, oxtail and other exotic meats. A sweet, tender stew. I still salivate over the thought of it's taste and texture.

Before I explore the oft asked question of WHY I am vegan let me first explain to those in the 'not know' what exactly is being vegan. I deplore pedantry but in this case it is necessary. I can't tell you how many people think butter, cream, yogurt, eggs and any dairy fare is fit for me to eat. Though I wish I could enjoy a risotto or a shortbread cookie and the romantically missed New York style Cheesecake, unfortunately it doesn't fall into the vegan column. No meat, no eggs, no dairy. Most people upon realization of this stark diet declare that they could never give up meat let alone dairy.

So if I love it so much, why am I vegan? The heart of my decision comes from my profound love of animals. I believe it is our duty as human beings to protect them. I am usually met with the same argument or as I see it rhetoric and propaganda. People believe that it is as natural for humans to eat meat as it is for a cougar to hunt a doe for prey. Survival of the fittest. If this is the case why am I more fit than a lot meat eaters I know? If I was ill from my 'restrictive' diet I would simply change it. It's not to say that this diet can not be dangerous, in fact a poorly executed vegan diet can indeed jeopardize your health much in the same way as an unhealthy carnivorous diet.

Here are some of my favorite questions. 'What is there to eat, hay?' 'Where do you get your protein, iron, b12?' "How are you even still alive after being on this masochistic diet for 4 years" "You must think I'm a barbarian?" "What about breast feeding? That's not vegan."

Broccoli has more protein than beef. Little known fact, yes? Sweet potato is high in B12 and if you're hardcore like I am you'll take micro algae, B12 and folic acid supplements. It's surprising how many deliciously satisfying vegan dishes are out there although I do seem to eat the same thing over and over again. Broccoli, kale, quinoa...

Here is one question I'm rarely asked anymore. "wanna join us for dinner?' Don't feel bad because the reality is that I don't. I'll meet you after for a very stiff vegan martini ;).

The Point of Having a Point

I've been told by those who give a crap that there should be some kind of ongoing point to my blogging. A hook, if you will and I will but for now I'm still trying to figure out what it could be. Finding a point to my blog seems simpler than finding a point to the more complicated things in life like, life so I should really pony something up.

There are lots of interesting things about me and my beliefs that I could easily rant about daily. The misunderstood artist. The bleeding heart vegan. The hopelessly hopeless romantic. The endlessly boring list of all too exciting near misses that keep me teetering on obscurity; a safe and angsty place for my type. My failed relationship with religion is quite the story. The point is that if I had a point I probably wouldn't have that much to write about.

I ask myself daily the point of a lot of the things I'm passionate about that never seem to reap any type of tangible reward. But to be an artist for the 'rewards' of being an artist seems too obscure. The reward is the ability and the courage to share my creative self.

The only reason I'm blogging at this ungodly hour is because my beloved cat Mr. Whisky Business is very sick and it is impossible to sleep, eat, or do anything until my vet opens in the morning. I've taken him to the Veterinary Emergency Clinic VEC at 920 Yonge where he was given a treatment to keep him comfortable overnight. A $300 procedure that will most likely lead to a treatment in the thousands when my gentle and kind hearted vet Dr. Geoff Toole sees him in the morning. Having a sick animal makes me feel very dissatisfied with myself for not having the proper means to take care of him. I will do anything but I'm very worried about how and where I will come up with the money to do so. If it is too much I will have no choice but to say goodbye and I will never forgive myself for being too selfish to conform to reality and take a regular job like most people and for not being successful enough at my art to be responsible for these tiny fur beings that so deserve the very best.

So right now all I can do hold him and wait until morning when my vet will tell me what my

options are.

Update: Mr. Whisky Business has been alive and well and healthier than ever since this post due to a special diet and his new zest for life since I began letting him outside. Long live the kitty!!

Gaylords and Gobbledy Gook

Remember this term? I'm a bit of a gaylord for writing this blog. But what is a gaylord? A gaylord, to me, is someone who is the lord of being happy. Writing sparks gayety within me because if I can appropriately articulate what is going on in my brain than it isn't gobbledy gook after all. Like a painter successfully putting to canvas their intention, there is an immense satisfaction for this feat.

The Universe is too vast for our comprehension so I think that it's the thing to derive as much pleasure one can while maintaining longevity. A delicate balance for those who are more insatiable. I guess I could be too honored to be considered a gaylord for in fact I can also be a cynicallord when I'm in a mood that sees the world as a vast blip in the milky way, a land full of insignificant, selfish people whose lives are meaningless unless they believe otherwise. But, hopefully, no one gives a shit what my opinion is because I really don't know anything.

The First

Today marks the beginning of my foray into the blogosphere. I am not nervous, apprehensive or emotional in the least as all I am putting into the universe are thoughts constructed by a restless mind, nothing more. Here I will wax melancholic, sympathetic, ironic and comic. I may even form a passionate opinion or two about topics yet to be ignited. Perhaps to myself but no bother. Nothing is in vain because I am a blogger and I blog not for me, not for you but for that imaginary canary in the sky that can read and to to whose life these carefully formed sentences matter. This is all for you canary. I hope I make you laugh and think and believe that life is interesting.

In 2010, with every decision I make and everything I do, I will ask myself, 'what could happen if I pushed myself further than I think I am capable?' and I will blog about how this philosophy is working out for me. I will blog.

When skies are grey and life is dull, into my blog I empty my skull.

Adieu until I am duly inspired...