Lunch

Yesterday I had the most amazing lunch. Do you know how important food is to us as complex systems? Think about it. Our system has been designed by nature over 30 odd thousand years. Tailoring itself, bit by bit, to the variety of what exists. When we eat we are fueling this machine. Should we choose to eat something that is constructed from polymer chains and Mon Sodium Glutemate and Magnesium molecules our incredible body adapts and retrieves what it can from your cheese burger. But what about all the subtle trace elements that we have been weeding out of our realities. Did you know that a wild Rabbit has suprisingly high levels of Omega 3 oils, apparently very good for you. Interestingly, the same variety of Rabbit's, farmed, have only trace amounts...interesting no. I think the complex nature of reality, of nature, creates minute traces of various products that though they may seem not to be essential, are a vital part of our diet. Not to mention they taste better. Yesterday I at a toasted cheese and tomato sandwich. Nothin fabulous eh...well. It was home made wholemeal bread made with freshly ground wheat. Full of seeds such as linseed, Amaranth, Sunflower, Pumpkin and Sesame and a sprinkling of herbs from the garden. The tomato was from the garden and it was toasted in REAL butter from a local supplier. It was mouth wateringly good. I still remember it. Actually I think I shall go and make myself another for today's lunch...hasta luego

An idea

I was making Bread, washing dishes and generally keeping house. I find during these times, if I am not under too much pressure, my mind is set free to wander. On this particular day I was thinking on friends, on being positive (something I am often accused of not) and generally getting along. Something came to me, an epiphany if you will. Like so many ideas it was insanely simple, nothing more than a conjecture based on an even simpler observation and yet its profundity seemed almost boundless. I was struck by the ingenuity of it really. I finished kneading the bread, something I find that helps me relax and returns my muscles to a balance, and headed straight here to jot down my idea. Immortalise it in the magic of the immaterial void. Naturally I was momentarily distracted by some of the blogs I had chose to follow. I returned to my blog and the idea wasnt there. It had gone. The simple idea, and it was simple, has left me. It was a foundational idea. Something so simple and basic the simple awareness of it may have had the ability to shake the very foundations of who I am...

Oh well.

Productivity - A myth busters challenge

Today is a new day. Most days are but anyway. Today I am determined to show to myself that I can be self motivated, energised and productive. As I write this I must say it sounds awful familiar. Regardless, I shall acheive. I will start by creating a master peice of a breakfast and preparing an even more amazing lunch. From there its publicity and ray, back for lunch, epiode of deathnote, classes and emailing...lets see if this dream can become a reality.

Side note - This is not the first time I have attempted a produtive day and I must say that I am not sure how successful I can be. but lets go for it anyway.

the joy of gluttony

I had one of those mornings, you know, the ones that sound like my last blog but hits you at 10:00am. Anyway, as I have found it works, I hit the kitchen. Made some enfrijoladas (firjole based enchiladas), marinated some marylands with some amazing garlic chilli paste and some herbs from the garden and ovened it. About ten minutes ago, when I had finally stopped eating and could barely walk, I felt this gorious satiated feeling wash over me. Now this sated feeling does NOT come about from simply sating satiating your immediate hunger; you have to immerse your self in the food; consume it and let its flavours and benefits in term consume you. It is a glorious feeling. Pure gluttony. Intense flavours and aromas. It is a true delight. I love eating, it makes me feel whole and complete.

So anyway. As I was saying i had had one of those mornings, now receding into the era of memories, and have had trouble getting the things i need to get done done. I need to get going soon. Spurts of activity.

I recommend to all to eat. Eat and enjoy it.

I was writing a summary for a website for a tour today, Peña de bernal. As I was sitting, utterly exhausted, I was reminded by the friend that we need an option for those who cant or dont want to climb the monolith. "Some people just cant make it BFW (barefoot wanderer), and I know this from experience." Now I was thinking to myself, unenergised, demotivated and not far from flat-lining from inactivity, who an earth can't make it to the top? Why is it, here in the house, after a good nights sleep, I can barely find the energy to raise my fingers above the keyboard but mention a 350m hike up basically the side of a cliff and I'm all gung ho...eh?? Whats with that? Why cant i find a way to tap into that special reserve of energy I seem to have stored away for...well...things I enjoy and want to do, when ever i want. I mean right now. Why cant i find the energy to just sit down and DO the small amount of work required to go from now to then when I will be teaching again..seriously though...

I need to find a job I love doing

Why not...nothing stays stationary anyway

Blogging...how intriguing

I sit swigging cheap vodka with Moulin Rouge in the background. Ideas and emotions, confused and infinitely endless whirl in constant contradictory turmoil. I spoke for a while with one of the few esteemed people in the path that I call life. She helped. She always does and yet she can not change the reality of change. Though the insecurities abate, the confusion and bemusement clears for a moment, tomorrow is a new day. Our minds are infinitely complex and hence the inevitability of change simply never truly leaves....so it is that I choose a topic and hold it up to the light for a moment to analyse its temporal reality.

Love. Always simply a complex concept. vodka swig. It is not and can never be more real than a concept but ideas shake the foundations of our world. We are a frail and powerful species. It is our contradictions that make us an almost all powerful race but why is it that these frail, flippant concepts that offer goodness, that offer us the chance to create a better concept of humanity are squandered, shelved into the archives of frivolous fashion. The vodka lingers onwards. I watch the world...as perhaps it watches back...and see its downward spiral. I see the value of brotherhood, of love, of dignity being traded for shiny trinkets. I see the value of work and loyalty being thrown by the wayside and for what. It all tumbles down around us and we have nothing tangible to show for it. We live longer. Do we live better? perhaps...I see cracks. Sometimes I feel we are reaching the point where the gaps are all that are left...emptiness...a life, an existence that is no more than existence.

We compromise. We take a step backwards on the theory that if we dont it would only be worse in the long run. Then we take another step backwards. And another. Love is just another step. It becomes nothing; a sacrifice along the way. Before too long we dotn remember the point of the concept in the first place. another swig...

Every now and then we glimpse the ideas that created that concept. We remember the reality. greater minds that held on give us a glimpse. Stop being afraid. Don't let go of the shreds that remain. Be it love or any of the myriad concepts that carry part of a greater truth. There are truths, perhaps even realities that last for more than a moment, hidden within those concepts. Perhaps