Sunday, 20 April 2014

I have a friend from LA-acting-school-days who looks a lot like Sigorney Weaver.  I mean ridiculously like Sigorney Weaver.  So, for the sake of this post, we will refer to her as Ms. Sigorney. One of our favourite haunts in LA was the Westwood Native Foods Café.  The first time we ventured there together, Ms. Sigorney spotted Timothy Olyphant having lunch with his family and nearly lost her s**t she was so excited.  When we both went back to our respective islands (Vancouver and Australia), she would send me messages asking me to meet her at Native Foods.  I once replied that I would make the journey if she could promise that Timothy Olyphant would be there – preferably wearing a cowboy hat.  She offered to show up wearing the cowboy hat instead.  Native Foods is seriously the kind of place you dream of when you’re far, far away from Los Angeles. 

Today, as I went into Native Foods for the first time in a couple of years, I wished Ms. Sigorney and her cowboy hat were there when the ridiculously large plate of Native Nachos was placed in front of me.  Seriously, this dish is huge and I had previously only shared it.  But it was also so delicious that I had to ask a waiter to take it away before I made myself sick, eating past endurance! 


Native Foods is the institution I point everyone to when they display a distrust of vegan food. I can’t blame them, because there is a lot of bland, unimaginative, or heavily processed vegan food out there.  Also, I grew up in a country where vegans and vegetarians are largely distrusted as possible creatures from out of space.  What I love about Native Foods is that everything is so fresh and even the tempeh and seitan are made on site.  No nasty chemically processed and plastic packed fake meat at Native!  And then there are the free refills, which are my downfall, especially when it comes to the Watermelon Fresca.  If I hadn’t devoured so much of my delicious nacho plate, I probably would have stolen off with the peanut butter parfait too…..next time….



Native Foods Cafe on Urbanspoon

I have a friend from LA-acting-school-days who looks a lot like Sigorney Weaver.  I mean ridiculously like Sigorney Weaver.  So, for the sake of this post, we will refer to her as Ms. Sigorney. One of our favourite haunts in LA was the Westwood Native Foods Café.  The first time we ventured there together, Ms. Sigorney spotted Timothy Olyphant having lunch with his family and nearly lost her s**t she was so excited.  When we both went back to our respective islands (Vancouver and Australia), she would send me messages asking me to meet her at Native Foods.  I once replied that I would make the journey if she could promise that Timothy Olyphant would be there – preferably wearing a cowboy hat.  She offered to show up wearing the cowboy hat instead.  Native Foods is seriously the kind of place you dream of when you’re far, far away from Los Angeles. 

Today, as I went into Native Foods for the first time in a couple of years, I wished Ms. Sigorney and her cowboy hat were there when the ridiculously large plate of Native Nachos was placed in front of me.  Seriously, this dish is huge and I had previously only shared it.  But it was also so delicious that I had to ask a waiter to take it away before I made myself sick, eating past endurance! 


Native Foods is the institution I point everyone to when they display a distrust of vegan food. I can’t blame them, because there is a lot of bland, unimaginative, or heavily processed vegan food out there.  Also, I grew up in a country where vegans and vegetarians are largely distrusted as possible creatures from out of space.  What I love about Native Foods is that everything is so fresh and even the tempeh and seitan are made on site.  No nasty chemically processed and plastic packed fake meat at Native!  And then there are the free refills, which are my downfall, especially when it comes to the Watermelon Fresca.  If I hadn’t devoured so much of my delicious nacho plate, I probably would have stolen off with the peanut butter parfait too…..next time….



Native Foods Cafe on Urbanspoon

Tuesday, 25 March 2014

I once saw Moby play a DJ set at a night club in Cannes during the film festival.  As you do.  There was a lot of Belvedere vodka and it was very dark, but I do remember his bobbing bald head shining under the spotlight and four girls in very small bikinis engaging in what I would loosely refer to as go-go dancing on podiums alongside the stage.  This memory is first to the forefront when I hear any song by Moby.  Then I remember hijacking the CD player at every party I went to in my final year at high school and cranking up Play – because everybody had a copy but me. 

Every now and then I filter through my iTunes library and pick out a whole lot of music I haven’t listened to in a long time and for most of them there’s a nostalgic memory.  Most of the songs on the list I threw in there because I hadn’t heard them in an age and they set my brain buzzing.  I know I’m supposed to be focusing on my breath – I’m supposed to be encouraging you to focus on your breath too – but a little nostalgic daydreaming here and there can’t hurt. 

Any Other Name – Thomas Newman
Finally Moving - Pretty Lights
Forca – Nelly Furtado
Honey – Moby
Sitting, Waiting, Wishing – Jack Johnson
Love and Hope – Ozomatli
For the First Time – The Script
Us – Regina Spektor
Love Will Come Through – Travis
Blood – The Middle East
Light – Dr Toast
Breathe Me – Sia
Us Against the World – Coldplay
Andvari – Sigur Ros


Honey by Alison Clare Skillen on Grooveshark

http://grooveshark.com/playlist/Honey/96407400 

I once saw Moby play a DJ set at a night club in Cannes during the film festival.  As you do.  There was a lot of Belvedere vodka and it was very dark, but I do remember his bobbing bald head shining under the spotlight and four girls in very small bikinis engaging in what I would loosely refer to as go-go dancing on podiums alongside the stage.  This memory is first to the forefront when I hear any song by Moby.  Then I remember hijacking the CD player at every party I went to in my final year at high school and cranking up Play – because everybody had a copy but me. 

Every now and then I filter through my iTunes library and pick out a whole lot of music I haven’t listened to in a long time and for most of them there’s a nostalgic memory.  Most of the songs on the list I threw in there because I hadn’t heard them in an age and they set my brain buzzing.  I know I’m supposed to be focusing on my breath – I’m supposed to be encouraging you to focus on your breath too – but a little nostalgic daydreaming here and there can’t hurt. 

Any Other Name – Thomas Newman
Finally Moving - Pretty Lights
Forca – Nelly Furtado
Honey – Moby
Sitting, Waiting, Wishing – Jack Johnson
Love and Hope – Ozomatli
For the First Time – The Script
Us – Regina Spektor
Love Will Come Through – Travis
Blood – The Middle East
Light – Dr Toast
Breathe Me – Sia
Us Against the World – Coldplay
Andvari – Sigur Ros


Honey by Alison Clare Skillen on Grooveshark

http://grooveshark.com/playlist/Honey/96407400 

Monday, 17 March 2014

http://kregweiss.ca/ 
I abandoned human biology studies before my final year of high school.  In Western Australia, you need to sit at least four tertiary entrance exams to apply for university, but a lot of kids do five or six to improve their chances of achieving their best final score.  I dropped down from six to five at the end of Year 11, and human biology was the subject that got the chop.  How I figured Ancient History would be more valuable to me in later life than human biology, I don’t know; and although I can proudly say that I can still list Julius Caesar’s Roman agriculture reforms by memory, I severely regretted giving up human biology when I was doing my yoga teaching training. 

In short, I would not have survived the two day mammoth brain crunch of Semperviva’s 10 hour human anatomy weekend if it weren’t for Kreg Weiss.  Kreg Weiss and about two pounds of Whole Foods wine gums.  It takes a lot of brains and a lot of wit to keep 40+ yoga teacher training students awake and engaged for an entire weekend of sitting on the floor and staring at diagrams of muscles and bones. 

Kreg is a yogi/kinesiologist mastermind and brought us My Yoga Online.  That’s right, you are able to watch videos by some of the most amazing yoga teachers in the world from the comfort of your home thanks in part to Kreg.  He is also the guy I point out to every man I come across who is umming and ahhhing about yoga and is slightly worried that Downward Dog is just for girls.  Any of Kreg’s awesome videos on My Yoga are enough to remind any doubter that guys who do yoga are really freakin’ cool. 


Go see – NOW!


http://kregweiss.ca/ 
I abandoned human biology studies before my final year of high school.  In Western Australia, you need to sit at least four tertiary entrance exams to apply for university, but a lot of kids do five or six to improve their chances of achieving their best final score.  I dropped down from six to five at the end of Year 11, and human biology was the subject that got the chop.  How I figured Ancient History would be more valuable to me in later life than human biology, I don’t know; and although I can proudly say that I can still list Julius Caesar’s Roman agriculture reforms by memory, I severely regretted giving up human biology when I was doing my yoga teaching training. 

In short, I would not have survived the two day mammoth brain crunch of Semperviva’s 10 hour human anatomy weekend if it weren’t for Kreg Weiss.  Kreg Weiss and about two pounds of Whole Foods wine gums.  It takes a lot of brains and a lot of wit to keep 40+ yoga teacher training students awake and engaged for an entire weekend of sitting on the floor and staring at diagrams of muscles and bones. 

Kreg is a yogi/kinesiologist mastermind and brought us My Yoga Online.  That’s right, you are able to watch videos by some of the most amazing yoga teachers in the world from the comfort of your home thanks in part to Kreg.  He is also the guy I point out to every man I come across who is umming and ahhhing about yoga and is slightly worried that Downward Dog is just for girls.  Any of Kreg’s awesome videos on My Yoga are enough to remind any doubter that guys who do yoga are really freakin’ cool. 


Go see – NOW!


Thursday, 6 March 2014

There are no words to describe my love for Ootong and Lincoln.  Or maybe, at least, I've just struggled to string them together as I have somehow gone all this time without sharing that love.  There's no other place in Perth I adore more for breakfast, which is why it was surprising to realise recently that I hadn't been there for breakfast in a million years (ie roughly 6-7 months).  Starving after work and a beach visit, I finally went in to take some pictures and revisit their ever-changing breakfast menu.





Lunch here - an assortment of ready-made salads, tarts, pies, frittatas and made-to-order burgers - is also amazing. The staff are always gorgeous and they make great coffee to boot.  
TA DA!  Words of love, found.






Ootong & Lincoln on Urbanspoon

There are no words to describe my love for Ootong and Lincoln.  Or maybe, at least, I've just struggled to string them together as I have somehow gone all this time without sharing that love.  There's no other place in Perth I adore more for breakfast, which is why it was surprising to realise recently that I hadn't been there for breakfast in a million years (ie roughly 6-7 months).  Starving after work and a beach visit, I finally went in to take some pictures and revisit their ever-changing breakfast menu.





Lunch here - an assortment of ready-made salads, tarts, pies, frittatas and made-to-order burgers - is also amazing. The staff are always gorgeous and they make great coffee to boot.  
TA DA!  Words of love, found.






Ootong & Lincoln on Urbanspoon

Wednesday, 26 February 2014


Don't get me wrong.  I like Yocal.  I really do.  It's a lovely setting - sitting out in the pretty garden and watching Fremantle pass by is great - the staff are really nice and the coffee is good.  So I do like it.  But I wasn't blown away by the food.  There is much better food at other Freo cafes but this still a really good spot to hang out with a coffee for a couple of hours.  



I had the mushrooms and pesto on toast with extra goat cheese (fabulous goat cheese, still in its marinating oil) which was pretty yummy although the pesto definitely needed some more flavour.  The serving sizes are good and the prices aren't exorbitant so I would definitely go back - especially for the coffee and cakes laid out on the counter which looked amazing!


Yocal on Urbanspoon


Don't get me wrong.  I like Yocal.  I really do.  It's a lovely setting - sitting out in the pretty garden and watching Fremantle pass by is great - the staff are really nice and the coffee is good.  So I do like it.  But I wasn't blown away by the food.  There is much better food at other Freo cafes but this still a really good spot to hang out with a coffee for a couple of hours.  



I had the mushrooms and pesto on toast with extra goat cheese (fabulous goat cheese, still in its marinating oil) which was pretty yummy although the pesto definitely needed some more flavour.  The serving sizes are good and the prices aren't exorbitant so I would definitely go back - especially for the coffee and cakes laid out on the counter which looked amazing!


Yocal on Urbanspoon

Thursday, 13 February 2014




When it was still in its old digs in a musty old Fremantle arcade, I rarely went to the Raw Kitchen.  It had limited opening hours and it was pretty cramped.  Raw Kitchen’s new home is amazing!  An old warehouse on grotty old High Street lovingly restored and decked out for this revived version of an old classic, Raw is more popular than ever and absolutely packed at lunch time.  




It’s the kind of place you go to and leave feeling completely virtuous, even when you’ve had dessert.  One green smoothie in this place and you can feel the goodness radiating off your skin.  I’m going back again and again and trying everything on the menu.  And in the dessert cabinet… I actually stopped eating halfway through lunch so that I'd have room for ice cream.  
More desserts.....yummmm.........


They also host yoga, pilates and dance classes in the new space upstairs (keen to try of course) and for all of your eco/organic/weird and wonderful raw and natural products, there is a store at the front of the restaurant. 

Something Green
Mushroom Pizza

Salty Caramel Raw Vegan Icecream!!!





The Raw Kitchen on Urbanspoon




When it was still in its old digs in a musty old Fremantle arcade, I rarely went to the Raw Kitchen.  It had limited opening hours and it was pretty cramped.  Raw Kitchen’s new home is amazing!  An old warehouse on grotty old High Street lovingly restored and decked out for this revived version of an old classic, Raw is more popular than ever and absolutely packed at lunch time.  




It’s the kind of place you go to and leave feeling completely virtuous, even when you’ve had dessert.  One green smoothie in this place and you can feel the goodness radiating off your skin.  I’m going back again and again and trying everything on the menu.  And in the dessert cabinet… I actually stopped eating halfway through lunch so that I'd have room for ice cream.  
More desserts.....yummmm.........


They also host yoga, pilates and dance classes in the new space upstairs (keen to try of course) and for all of your eco/organic/weird and wonderful raw and natural products, there is a store at the front of the restaurant. 

Something Green
Mushroom Pizza

Salty Caramel Raw Vegan Icecream!!!





The Raw Kitchen on Urbanspoon

Thursday, 30 January 2014


In hindsight, I should have called this playlist Remix.  Oh well.  It’s going down very well with students at the moment.  How often can you slip U2 into a yoga class?!





That Home – Cinematic Orchestra
D’ror Yikra – Oi Va Voi
Eastern Eyes – Nitin Sawhney
Lei Lo Lai – The Latin Project
Oumkeltoum – Nab
Oudaiwa – Aiwa
Sunshine’s Better (Talvin Singh Remix) - John Martyn
Face A La Mer (Massive Attack Remix) – Le Negresses Vertes
In a Little While (N.O.W. Remix) – U2
1957 – Milo Greene
Music for a Found Harmonium – Penguin Café Orchestra
God Put a Smile on Your Face (Def Inc. Remix)- Coldplay
Let the Cables Sleep (The N.O.W. Remix) – Bush
Angelica – Lamb
Time and Space – Cinematic Orchestra


That Home by Alison Clare Skillen on Grooveshark

http://grooveshark.com/playlist/That+Home/94750354 


In hindsight, I should have called this playlist Remix.  Oh well.  It’s going down very well with students at the moment.  How often can you slip U2 into a yoga class?!





That Home – Cinematic Orchestra
D’ror Yikra – Oi Va Voi
Eastern Eyes – Nitin Sawhney
Lei Lo Lai – The Latin Project
Oumkeltoum – Nab
Oudaiwa – Aiwa
Sunshine’s Better (Talvin Singh Remix) - John Martyn
Face A La Mer (Massive Attack Remix) – Le Negresses Vertes
In a Little While (N.O.W. Remix) – U2
1957 – Milo Greene
Music for a Found Harmonium – Penguin Café Orchestra
God Put a Smile on Your Face (Def Inc. Remix)- Coldplay
Let the Cables Sleep (The N.O.W. Remix) – Bush
Angelica – Lamb
Time and Space – Cinematic Orchestra


That Home by Alison Clare Skillen on Grooveshark

http://grooveshark.com/playlist/That+Home/94750354 

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