Foodies in the Rain

     Wet, aromatic woods, rain drops, vivid greens. Someone said, "Rain like this makes me hungry." I paused. It felt like sharp, hard cheese-eating weather to me. But I've been a raw vegan for sometime now, why was I thinking of cheese? I then tried imagining what raw foods I might crave in the rain with wet shoes on my feet. And I realized that for me raw foods are for nourishing the body, and cooked foods are comfort for the soul, emotional blankets. I shall watch this for a bit, see where it goes.

photo by Ra!

An alternative to nuts

Bananas and Americans live on the same continent, yet they really don't know each other. It's driving me crazy.

Tara cox

Dude, is that even english?

     I believe to have lost the last grūmus of social skills I used to have. It happened about a year ago, and yes - I did try looking for it. 

     A lot of things have happened in that span of time, and out of fear of not being understood, I simply mirror people; but as I open my mouth, they just keep staring at me, as if waiting for me to finish the sentence, yet I've placed the period seventy-three seconds ago... 

     When I was younger I used to be a great entertainer! People laughed at my jokes. Today? I've lost the art. I also talked a lot. Today? I hum and haw. Maybe in third or fourth grade I had a girl as a best friend. She was somewhat better than me, she thought; she used to initiate the game of "who can stay silent longer" on the walk home from school. She had puffy, white, smooth hands; mine were always cracked and bleeding. She was wiser, of course. Today she lives in China, and we have nothing to talk about. Maybe it's because I've lost all social skills. 

     And so it seems it's easier to find a book to read than someone to talk to. Yet again, as some cool cat had said: "Dialogue is like intercourse - you must first excite the other person into it, otherwise it's forced."  

photo: opengeek.net

Intellectual Bliss & Its Desires

     “'Name the colors, blind the eye' is an old Zen saying, illustrating that the intellect’s habitual ways of branding and labeling creates a terrible experiential loss by displacing the vibrant, living reality with a steady stream of labels. It is the same way with space, which is solely the conceptual mind’s way of clearing its throat, of pausing between identified symbols." 

Gives a new spin on an old & tattered "Ignorance is bliss" saying, eh? You can spit in my chai, I don't care.

Carmel Jenkin

Imma fly

     Change the frequency to increase the wave of light to decrease the blue to manipulate the gravity field and you'll fly. Into space, if desired.