Her hand twitches as she speaks -- her tell: I only do it in traffic, she says.

No biggie, right? She talks about how she's got no energy left, has trouble focusing. Eyes are all over the place, and can't even finish her sentences.

Lost in her thoughts, fifty of 'em all at once, not present anymore: a lot going on in that brain?

Let's riff on that constant need to be on: cellphones, computers, texting, or even watching movies (while texting and on your computer and cooking a TV dinner) oh, let's not forget --

Oprah's big issue texting while driving.

'Seems like most of us are zombies when it comes to that technology: We don’t control it; it controls us.

No, I'm not here to bang all the wonders of technology, or to offer an intervention...it's too late, they're all here to stay (get used to it) --

I have.

I'm talking about when we can't shut it down. So much so it becomes our identity. Where we can sit in a place and not be able to stay in the moment ('cause isn't that's so 2000 and late).

'Doing my very official: throw-the-bums-out stance, and look at me improving my carbon footprint by just looking out my window. Know what I can see? --

It's hot. Waaaay hotter that it used to be. Somethings not right, and I don't need a stack of science facts to know we are going in the wrong direction. It's so hot I feel like lining up all those stupid turds that say global warming is a myth and bitch slapping the shit heads with my very high air conditioning bill and my right carbon foot print.

But,

I'm a a man of peace...what I really don't understand is anyone with children that has decided to sit this one out, really? -- while the planets continues to cook and burn...way to set an example for all the little ones.

'New arguments among Scientists suggests the reason humans have bigger brains (then say other less brainy animals) has much-to-do with the fact that we smartly came out of the trees to go hunting on the coast finding a ready supply of DHA in fish.

Color Matters: Another study on old folks found that seniors who ate the most colorful produce maintained better memories as they got older;

just adding an extra serving of vegetables was all it took to retain the thinking ability of someone five years younger.

'Seeing a pattern here?

I am.

In the past I've talked on here how I'm slowly embracing a more Mediterranean Lifestyle (just click on the tags for older stories). But, it's so refreshing to learn even more how --

what goes in your body

also effects the mind.

I'm a lifelong kid of the city -- surprisingly, I even live in a city they've nicknamed Brick City. Maybe that's why I have this recurring dream to someday retire off in a farm, next to some forest place, growing some corn, or other types of big farm-y things like that. Ah, to dream.

Another day, another study. Is this nature calling? -- just could be. This latest study claims that just -- spending more time in nature might have some surprising health benefits (NY Times).

I'm down with them benefits: scientists found that when people swap their concrete confines for a few hours in more natural surroundings — forests, parks and other places with plenty of trees — they experience increased immune function.

Once in a while, before I totally catch myself, I start to fancy that I'll go off and write that book. What book, you say? Don't be silly darling, I wave you away with my fingers.

'Doesn't matter what book,

'shit, people don't even read 'em anymore anyway -- some of them make great doorstoppers? Back then, it was more to say I did it. Like joining that novelist club. The mere idea of prancing around in my fancy robes (one for each day of the week) -- and smoking a fancy pipe sounded just too sexy to me. A pipe dream.

'The reality is more like, 'girlfriend what type of crack pipe you been puffing? -- 'cause shit, man. Oh, man...

Writing.

Is.

Really F-ing hard - (with a major capital Fuck), yeah, that was then, and now is...so, okay, here's the deal.

I recently started writing a book, again. Haven't quite caught myself yet. I'm still floating down that denial river.

'Haven't got to that -- what-were-you-thinking? -- faze, just yet. Allow me linger in that dream, even if it's just a pipe dream (I'll stuff it in my pipe -- when I finally get one -- and smoke it).

According to my author gal-pal-in-my-head Lisa Scottoline's 9 TIPS FOR GETTING STARTED & STAYING MOTIVATED

I have gently embraced -- oh, ever so gently -- writing tip number four (cause two sounds way too much like a number two):