Oh yeah, by the way, we are only eating apples now. And drinking water.
Strange how this fast changes things. Like your sense of smell. It's so heightened. As if your body is saying "OK. He is not eating. Something is a miss. Lets really tune up his olfactory senses so that he can smell his way to some food."
Ditto with adrenalin. "If we keep him more tuned up, maybe he'll go out and hunt himself a pizza."
Great design, the body.
Saturday, March 20, 2004
Thursday, March 18, 2004
How far can you get from the average, from the general consensus, before you are considered insane?
I turned on the radio this morning. And listened to this man talk. It doesn't really matter what he was saying. But some of it made real sense. To me. Other parts of it, I did not get. But what was refreshing was that his views were refreshing. Different. Maybe not the same views that I have. But they were not inconsistent. Or illogical. And definitely not boring. Plus, he did not really seem to care that what was exiting his mouth was not 'the generally accepted truth'. As we supposedly know it.
Then a narrator, apparently, started talking over what turned out to be a recording of the mans voice. The narrator calmly explained how the snippet from the man's monologue illustrated his descent into insanity. The main proof: The man's view of the World, as expressed in said monologue, was so far from reality that he must have been insane. What reality?! Who defines that? Where can I find the definitive description of reality? I have lots of moments. Every day. Where I would be overcome with gratitute to whomever mercifully would just step down to me and give me the meaning. Grant me that moment of going "Ah! So that's the reality." But instead, I spend my days unwittingly stumbling through this maze. Gazing in amazement at all the beauty and horror. Completely clueless as to what is really real. And what is not.
I must be nuts. But then again, we all knew that.
I turned on the radio this morning. And listened to this man talk. It doesn't really matter what he was saying. But some of it made real sense. To me. Other parts of it, I did not get. But what was refreshing was that his views were refreshing. Different. Maybe not the same views that I have. But they were not inconsistent. Or illogical. And definitely not boring. Plus, he did not really seem to care that what was exiting his mouth was not 'the generally accepted truth'. As we supposedly know it.
Then a narrator, apparently, started talking over what turned out to be a recording of the mans voice. The narrator calmly explained how the snippet from the man's monologue illustrated his descent into insanity. The main proof: The man's view of the World, as expressed in said monologue, was so far from reality that he must have been insane. What reality?! Who defines that? Where can I find the definitive description of reality? I have lots of moments. Every day. Where I would be overcome with gratitute to whomever mercifully would just step down to me and give me the meaning. Grant me that moment of going "Ah! So that's the reality." But instead, I spend my days unwittingly stumbling through this maze. Gazing in amazement at all the beauty and horror. Completely clueless as to what is really real. And what is not.
I must be nuts. But then again, we all knew that.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Q: What do taxes, chocolate-covered strawberries and fasting have in common?
A: I am doing them all. Now.
It's tax season again. Yeeay-hoo. How glad I am. No, actually, I am not as miserable doing my taxes this year as often before. The reason: It's pretty much the same deal as last year, so I'm basically copying what I did then.
The chocolate-covered strawberries are a whoooole other matter. I haven't done them for so long, I've lost the touch. That very important touch of keeping the chocolate melted at juuuust the right temperature for dipping the berries. And at what point to take them back out of the fridge for the second dipping. So it's actually quite stressful! Much more so than the taxes. But they need to be done. The berries, I mean. Because I have this friend, you see, who is always so kind, and patient, and simply there for us. So he needs to have someone bring him strawberries. Today.
Which brings me to the fasting. I thought working with chocolate while fasting would be hard. I was actually dreading it. But, amazingly, it's not. I think the reason is that we are well into our third week of the fast now, and it's becoming normal. Also, we're in the nothing-but-raw-vegetables phase, which is tough at first, but then you start feeling lighter. And stronger. And clearer. It's probably just the body infusing some more adrenalin or doing something else to get us to go out and find some real food, but whatever it is, it's exhilirating.
So that's my day. How about yours?
A: I am doing them all. Now.
It's tax season again. Yeeay-hoo. How glad I am. No, actually, I am not as miserable doing my taxes this year as often before. The reason: It's pretty much the same deal as last year, so I'm basically copying what I did then.
The chocolate-covered strawberries are a whoooole other matter. I haven't done them for so long, I've lost the touch. That very important touch of keeping the chocolate melted at juuuust the right temperature for dipping the berries. And at what point to take them back out of the fridge for the second dipping. So it's actually quite stressful! Much more so than the taxes. But they need to be done. The berries, I mean. Because I have this friend, you see, who is always so kind, and patient, and simply there for us. So he needs to have someone bring him strawberries. Today.
Which brings me to the fasting. I thought working with chocolate while fasting would be hard. I was actually dreading it. But, amazingly, it's not. I think the reason is that we are well into our third week of the fast now, and it's becoming normal. Also, we're in the nothing-but-raw-vegetables phase, which is tough at first, but then you start feeling lighter. And stronger. And clearer. It's probably just the body infusing some more adrenalin or doing something else to get us to go out and find some real food, but whatever it is, it's exhilirating.
So that's my day. How about yours?
Monday, March 15, 2004
Wow!
We just had a weekend full of kids. There were three kids in the house, in addition to our little one. It is a lot of work, and I don't know how people do it, but man it's fun!
We played board games. I tought them some programming. We played chess. My wife took them swimming. We even borrowed this huge projection screen and a projector from our friends, made popcorn and had a real movie night. Admittedly, the movie was mindnumbingly silly, but hey! That's kids! Silly, silly, silly. And it's great!
Borrowing a lot of kids for a few days is fun. Do the grandparents thing, and return the group when you're exhausted. I highly recommend it.
Now all I have to do is keep a safe distance from my wife until her rekindled baby fever wears off...
We just had a weekend full of kids. There were three kids in the house, in addition to our little one. It is a lot of work, and I don't know how people do it, but man it's fun!
We played board games. I tought them some programming. We played chess. My wife took them swimming. We even borrowed this huge projection screen and a projector from our friends, made popcorn and had a real movie night. Admittedly, the movie was mindnumbingly silly, but hey! That's kids! Silly, silly, silly. And it's great!
Borrowing a lot of kids for a few days is fun. Do the grandparents thing, and return the group when you're exhausted. I highly recommend it.
Now all I have to do is keep a safe distance from my wife until her rekindled baby fever wears off...
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