In thinking of today's blog post, I started thinking of that song from Man of La Mancha. To follow that star, no matter how hopeless, no matter how far- to fight for the right, without question or cause- to be willing to march into hell for a glorious cause.
That last line always got me- the nine year old fundamentalist. I didn't see hell as a place that was really bad in which one might march- or into which one might. I saw it as a place people couldn't get out of if they ever went, so not a place one could go into and leave. So it always seemed to me to be a really hard bargain but worth the sacrifice? Nah, I'll pass.
I think of quivering Sancho Panza or whatever his name is, in It's A Small World. Poor guy, trapped in there forever listening to those same chords over and over.
My smoothie today is peanut and coconut and banana and flaxseed. Hmmm.
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Solo
The verse was achingly beautiful. She was nervous I guess but it was sublime. The other people carried on as usual; barely noticing but my heart thumped.
2 smoothies
Cooked kale, flaxseed and carrot
Flaxseed, banana, peanut butter, peanuts, walnuts, coconut
Speaking of cocoanut; I remember when that was one of my spelling words. Our assignment was to look up the words in the dictionary and write out the definitions. Well, I had too much information. My dictionary gave alternate spellings so I chose the ones I wanted and was surprised and amazed when I lost a point for spelling coconut wrong. The worst part was that I never looked at teachers the same way again. I couldn't imagine that my teacher didn't know the alternate spellings of cocoanut.
Maybe that's why I'm such a good teacher. I've realized you don't have to know much.
Flaxseed, banana, peanut butter, peanuts, walnuts, coconut
Speaking of cocoanut; I remember when that was one of my spelling words. Our assignment was to look up the words in the dictionary and write out the definitions. Well, I had too much information. My dictionary gave alternate spellings so I chose the ones I wanted and was surprised and amazed when I lost a point for spelling coconut wrong. The worst part was that I never looked at teachers the same way again. I couldn't imagine that my teacher didn't know the alternate spellings of cocoanut.
Maybe that's why I'm such a good teacher. I've realized you don't have to know much.
Friday, September 16, 2016
Fleshpots
Living in the lap of luxury as I am; and typing this without glasses, I add... I come across the word fleshpot in Dr. J. Vernon McGee's daily preaching to be found at TTB.org; also known as Through the Bible broadcast.
Having live plants at my feet to provide oxygen; a cooling breeze indoors with a little light to type by but plenty of shade; water and lemonade to cool my lips and refresh my spirit... I come across that word again. I know it has to do with luxury but it doesn't sound anything but cannibalistic or at least hedonistic sexually. The internet tells me that the word's popularity spiked around 1850 and is really high right now. Really, come on. It's a biblical term and very few people even realize that the Bible used to be the source of about half of English and new words are added so fast that the percentage is falling.
I don't think I'll take a survey but I bet if I asked 34 people today what a fleshpot is; one old woman would know.
Well that's all for now. I'm living high on the hog in Boynton Beach so I have to go now.
Having live plants at my feet to provide oxygen; a cooling breeze indoors with a little light to type by but plenty of shade; water and lemonade to cool my lips and refresh my spirit... I come across that word again. I know it has to do with luxury but it doesn't sound anything but cannibalistic or at least hedonistic sexually. The internet tells me that the word's popularity spiked around 1850 and is really high right now. Really, come on. It's a biblical term and very few people even realize that the Bible used to be the source of about half of English and new words are added so fast that the percentage is falling.
I don't think I'll take a survey but I bet if I asked 34 people today what a fleshpot is; one old woman would know.
Well that's all for now. I'm living high on the hog in Boynton Beach so I have to go now.
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
North and South Roads in South Florida
The roads going north and south in South Florida are all named pompously for governmental ideas. I'll start in the east. There's Federal Highway and then Dixie, then Congress Avenue and then Military Trail. Then in a few places there is civilization west of that with other names- Jog road for example, but what is the deal with those names?
It's like somebody important up north planned out the north and south roads and then let the locals fill in the east and west ones. I don't notice rhyme or reason with those at all.
It's like somebody important up north planned out the north and south roads and then let the locals fill in the east and west ones. I don't notice rhyme or reason with those at all.
Food Battle
It was suggested to me by a bright young lady today that going to the dining room might result in better food choices than staying in the bed waiting for magical glorious food to arrive and then complaining about it. After all, food can be found in the dining room and why leave it up to someone to deliver what you obviously will dislike regardless of its quality, amount, color, taste, texture, arrangement, ingredients or style. You can go to the dining room and talk to the people who bring the food and choose better there..
This makes too much sense to actually be of any use.
If you're two years old, you want to complain and you want control. You want to complain because that is the only control you think you have.
So, of course you didn't even pick out the pinkish cherry bits from the fruit cocktail. They weren't red enough to consider putting in your mouth. Of course they weren't. But then again, if they had happened to be too red that would have been a problem too; wouldn't it now? Two fork stabs into the cup and you were done. Now I know fruit cocktail is no one's favorite. But it's not anyone's least favorite either. It's probably a few people's fifth choice. But no one hates it.
You said your lunch was inedible. But two stabs at the fruit cocktail was the best you could do.
Okay, there was apple juice. Even on a bad day, anyone can drink that. Even on a bad day, when you're hungry- nearly every person would just drink whatever drink was brought to them. Oh no, though, this wasn't cranberry juice. I didn't think of it then, but you previously complained you had too much of that. Could that be why they brought you something different? Can we start with the premise that maybe somebody listened to your complaining ass for once, instead of blaming it on chance or an oversight? Can we start once with the premise that every once in awhile something does right, even if it is a matter of chance? Can we entertain the possibility that maybe there might be something you already like that could be seen as something other than mundane, boring or same old, or that there might just be one thing in the whole world that you don't currently like that perhaps you might try to see if you might like it?
Too much to ask.
You ate one eighth of the salad. Then you ate a little more. You tried really hard to get me to eat the avocado. Why? Would it hurt you too much to stab it with your fork three times instead of two? I think you ate one hard boiled egg quarter, a little bacon and a little turkey. Alas, there was no parade granted you so you might as well stop there.
You didn't say the soup was terrible. You didn't say it was bad. So it must have been the best soup ever to exist in the history of soup.
You said you had unidentifiable mush for lunch. Since you mentioned it on the phone and three times in person to me and to the nurse and to two other people, I decided maybe I would try to figure out what you were talking about. Was it noodles? Oh no. Was it oatmeal. Certainly not. Was it grits or cream of wheat? No it was mush. Well, what is mush? I don't know what that is. Potato? Crushed up something. That's why it was suggested we go to the dining room and see what was available. That's why I brought you food. But you don't want food from outside. And you don't want to fix the food inside. You want to complain and you are doing a great job. Did you try the alternates that are always available. Of course not; that would make sense. Did you ask for extra milk or extra portions of something you like? Are you kidding me? That would be unthinkable. You left eighty percent of the apple juice in the cup but wouldn't leave a drop in the bottle if you had bought it. If you had bought any of it; you would have eaten every bite; wrapped up in a napkin and frozen twice maybe, but every stinking bite.
I understand. When I was two I didn't want to eat. You would spoon bites to me bribing me with every person or character you could think of. "One bite for Aunt Suzie" you would say. When you ran out of people you'd start in with Winne the Pooh characters. I'd take a bite for owl. I'd take a bite for Roo. Of course you're like this now. You've been two years old for about twenty years. I can tell because so have I.
This makes too much sense to actually be of any use.
If you're two years old, you want to complain and you want control. You want to complain because that is the only control you think you have.
So, of course you didn't even pick out the pinkish cherry bits from the fruit cocktail. They weren't red enough to consider putting in your mouth. Of course they weren't. But then again, if they had happened to be too red that would have been a problem too; wouldn't it now? Two fork stabs into the cup and you were done. Now I know fruit cocktail is no one's favorite. But it's not anyone's least favorite either. It's probably a few people's fifth choice. But no one hates it.
You said your lunch was inedible. But two stabs at the fruit cocktail was the best you could do.
Okay, there was apple juice. Even on a bad day, anyone can drink that. Even on a bad day, when you're hungry- nearly every person would just drink whatever drink was brought to them. Oh no, though, this wasn't cranberry juice. I didn't think of it then, but you previously complained you had too much of that. Could that be why they brought you something different? Can we start with the premise that maybe somebody listened to your complaining ass for once, instead of blaming it on chance or an oversight? Can we start once with the premise that every once in awhile something does right, even if it is a matter of chance? Can we entertain the possibility that maybe there might be something you already like that could be seen as something other than mundane, boring or same old, or that there might just be one thing in the whole world that you don't currently like that perhaps you might try to see if you might like it?
Too much to ask.
You ate one eighth of the salad. Then you ate a little more. You tried really hard to get me to eat the avocado. Why? Would it hurt you too much to stab it with your fork three times instead of two? I think you ate one hard boiled egg quarter, a little bacon and a little turkey. Alas, there was no parade granted you so you might as well stop there.
You didn't say the soup was terrible. You didn't say it was bad. So it must have been the best soup ever to exist in the history of soup.
You said you had unidentifiable mush for lunch. Since you mentioned it on the phone and three times in person to me and to the nurse and to two other people, I decided maybe I would try to figure out what you were talking about. Was it noodles? Oh no. Was it oatmeal. Certainly not. Was it grits or cream of wheat? No it was mush. Well, what is mush? I don't know what that is. Potato? Crushed up something. That's why it was suggested we go to the dining room and see what was available. That's why I brought you food. But you don't want food from outside. And you don't want to fix the food inside. You want to complain and you are doing a great job. Did you try the alternates that are always available. Of course not; that would make sense. Did you ask for extra milk or extra portions of something you like? Are you kidding me? That would be unthinkable. You left eighty percent of the apple juice in the cup but wouldn't leave a drop in the bottle if you had bought it. If you had bought any of it; you would have eaten every bite; wrapped up in a napkin and frozen twice maybe, but every stinking bite.
I understand. When I was two I didn't want to eat. You would spoon bites to me bribing me with every person or character you could think of. "One bite for Aunt Suzie" you would say. When you ran out of people you'd start in with Winne the Pooh characters. I'd take a bite for owl. I'd take a bite for Roo. Of course you're like this now. You've been two years old for about twenty years. I can tell because so have I.
Monday, September 12, 2016
Good Day
I've wondered why I hadn't been taking advantage of vitamin B so I did. I walked over the bridge toward Lantana Beach, spend a little time on the dock underneath it, went past Boynton inlet through the green tunnel, swung by Palm Beach- noticed Mar-a-Lago's new shrubbery- lower, thank goodness... stopped at the beach and the next day went up to Northlake Blvd, further east than I've been there in a long time. It's so fun not having a place and time to be, yet working toward a destination.
I've decided that the remedy to having a rutted mind and doing the same thing the same way is to do things differently. If it's been awhile since I've changed my mind then my mind won't change much. And I want it to grow and not shrink. What a great discovery that neurons and synapses don't necessarily decrease. So I got off 95 at Fort Pierce, but went straight instead of getting onto the turnpike. I went through Lake Wales and got onto 17 and saw parts of the state I haven't seen in years. It makes me want to take 441 back to go through the cane fields.
Tonight I went to Fantasmic and just now tried to find words that it brings to mind other than the obvious. Yeah, Disney did this on purpose- no doubt. There are some words that rhyme but talk about obscure...
I've decided that the remedy to having a rutted mind and doing the same thing the same way is to do things differently. If it's been awhile since I've changed my mind then my mind won't change much. And I want it to grow and not shrink. What a great discovery that neurons and synapses don't necessarily decrease. So I got off 95 at Fort Pierce, but went straight instead of getting onto the turnpike. I went through Lake Wales and got onto 17 and saw parts of the state I haven't seen in years. It makes me want to take 441 back to go through the cane fields.
Tonight I went to Fantasmic and just now tried to find words that it brings to mind other than the obvious. Yeah, Disney did this on purpose- no doubt. There are some words that rhyme but talk about obscure...
Thursday, September 8, 2016
Pictures of the Past
I discovered a feature in Windows Media Center just now that I had no idea existed. When playing a CD; Cindy Morgan's A Reason to Live, I clicked on Slide Show.
Wow, what a great feature. Pictures flash by, with some panning to make their movement fit the music somewhat, or better said- seem like a video clip- and I'm seeing pictures of Egypt and places I had forgotten about, and family photos and wow, I used to be fat. I had no idea. I look better now than 10 years ago. It's also disconcerting to have the pictures chosen for me. Some don't fit at all, but the feature is great.
I remember one time I was listening to Cindy and having a good time driving back to college. Now I'm in South Florida on the cusp of a new adventure. It's interesting how some aspects of the music and photos seem dated and some seem so now.
Cindy is singing "Cinderella thinks she's found herself a charming prince while a picture of Cinderella castle comes up. Then there are the pictures that are amazingly inappropriate for their new random temporary setting.
Wow, what a great feature. Pictures flash by, with some panning to make their movement fit the music somewhat, or better said- seem like a video clip- and I'm seeing pictures of Egypt and places I had forgotten about, and family photos and wow, I used to be fat. I had no idea. I look better now than 10 years ago. It's also disconcerting to have the pictures chosen for me. Some don't fit at all, but the feature is great.
I remember one time I was listening to Cindy and having a good time driving back to college. Now I'm in South Florida on the cusp of a new adventure. It's interesting how some aspects of the music and photos seem dated and some seem so now.
Cindy is singing "Cinderella thinks she's found herself a charming prince while a picture of Cinderella castle comes up. Then there are the pictures that are amazingly inappropriate for their new random temporary setting.
Tuesday, September 6, 2016
No Really, It's Your Serve
We watched some tennis, and tried to figure out some name origins.
Pouille is southern Italy, and V was right. Nadal does have to do with birth. The last name relates to birthday, according to somebody but what is interesting to me is that of the
same
variety is 'La Natolie,' which
was written 'L'Anatolie' once.
.. Nadal is a surname of Catalan, Occitan, and Venetian
Cindy Morgan - A Reason To Live
I'm thinking about the name Cindy lately. We decided it doesn't have the pitiful "Oh, poor (insert name here)" ring to it, which is helped by a nasal vowel, that will be hard to understand without an audio clip.
Let me see if I can put into written form what I'm talking about. "Oh, poor Patty" or "Poor Cathy" or "Oh there goes poor Sally..... you know she's back in town after that awful accident..." "She's always been such a nice lady, but...." There's something about using that vowel in a certain way that brings out the victim mentality to the fore. But that's not there with Cindy, or Cynthia or the alternate pronunciation Cynsha either.
I've been thinking about recording entire albums as remakes. A remake of a song is something that's gone out of fashion and there must be a money reason for that, but I can't figure out why. But certain albums could be redone in their entirety, I think.
Cindy Morgan
A Reason To Live
Funny, but the title track came to mind first in customizing the lyrics. Yesterday I was changing the pronouns- She always wanted to be a dancer- to He always wanted... and I realized that I did want to be a dancer long ago. I had completely forgotten that. But watching one of those 70s shows on television, I would dance around the living room. There were more dancing and variety shows with dancing, and it was pretty common to see a line or two of flashy dancers. I remember enjoying the disco style- which was probably before that word meant anything to me- but is how I look back at it (strings, drums, melody emphasis..) and it didn't occur to me that parroting back what I saw couldn't be a career option.
Dad sad "I don't think men dance like that" and then there they were, a line of men dancers joined the women. Clearly he was wrong, right? It felt good for him to be wrong. Not only was I too old to climb up on his lap but I wasn't going to be encouraged to dance, either. But at least he was wrong. I'm trying to think of an authority figure I haven't wanted to be wrong. When I'm told to do something I automatically say no, without a reason. It might be a quiet undetectable no, but that's what I do. I remember someone told me I was unteachable once. Really, just once? Yep. Maybe twice. How can something be so obvious but only vocalized twice in 48 years?
For me it comes down to my neighbors who lived in their own stink. They were smokers, so they couldn't smell the smoke.
Let me see if I can put into written form what I'm talking about. "Oh, poor Patty" or "Poor Cathy" or "Oh there goes poor Sally..... you know she's back in town after that awful accident..." "She's always been such a nice lady, but...." There's something about using that vowel in a certain way that brings out the victim mentality to the fore. But that's not there with Cindy, or Cynthia or the alternate pronunciation Cynsha either.
I've been thinking about recording entire albums as remakes. A remake of a song is something that's gone out of fashion and there must be a money reason for that, but I can't figure out why. But certain albums could be redone in their entirety, I think.
Cindy Morgan
A Reason To Live
Funny, but the title track came to mind first in customizing the lyrics. Yesterday I was changing the pronouns- She always wanted to be a dancer- to He always wanted... and I realized that I did want to be a dancer long ago. I had completely forgotten that. But watching one of those 70s shows on television, I would dance around the living room. There were more dancing and variety shows with dancing, and it was pretty common to see a line or two of flashy dancers. I remember enjoying the disco style- which was probably before that word meant anything to me- but is how I look back at it (strings, drums, melody emphasis..) and it didn't occur to me that parroting back what I saw couldn't be a career option.
Dad sad "I don't think men dance like that" and then there they were, a line of men dancers joined the women. Clearly he was wrong, right? It felt good for him to be wrong. Not only was I too old to climb up on his lap but I wasn't going to be encouraged to dance, either. But at least he was wrong. I'm trying to think of an authority figure I haven't wanted to be wrong. When I'm told to do something I automatically say no, without a reason. It might be a quiet undetectable no, but that's what I do. I remember someone told me I was unteachable once. Really, just once? Yep. Maybe twice. How can something be so obvious but only vocalized twice in 48 years?
For me it comes down to my neighbors who lived in their own stink. They were smokers, so they couldn't smell the smoke.
Monday, September 5, 2016
Your Serve
Today it's back of the neck hydrotherapy and yellow/orange. Labor Day is the original "no one knows what's it for but don't work" holiday and I think the weekend is so cemented that people here think it came down with the presentation of fire. Today the carambola are sweet and the blackberries blue.
Last night the volleys bounced but it was only practice. Four addressed for the beach house- as governments jockeyed- I didn't know that.
17 the age of the gold necklace... The foot, hoe, dress, chipped tooth martyr Our Lady of Silence.. It was a good talk.
Yesterday the effect was left side, toady I noticed ab definition. It can't be the Checkers last night, but always progress.
Yesterday the old people at the service had an extra who fit right in.
Last night the volleys bounced but it was only practice. Four addressed for the beach house- as governments jockeyed- I didn't know that.
17 the age of the gold necklace... The foot, hoe, dress, chipped tooth martyr Our Lady of Silence.. It was a good talk.
Yesterday the effect was left side, toady I noticed ab definition. It can't be the Checkers last night, but always progress.
Yesterday the old people at the service had an extra who fit right in.
Sunday, September 4, 2016
Sunday
It's the day of the Son but I'm making it a day about me, of course.
I started with the usual suspect- the alternating stuffed nostril. Dr. Chang was right, there is a blockage behind my nose which thankfully never blocks both nostrils. Today it was my left. I tried steam; particularly head down with hot water beating down on the back of my head, and that was good. Then I tried major 3rds which are always nice. But I did come to the realization that Joy To The World is not Jesus's song- at least not the first phrase. Jesus led up to something and Joy To The World is a great ending; but not much of a beginning at all.
Then i tried middle-finger to thumb rings and those were great. but bird finger to dorsal was a revelation. The nostril didn't clear but I felt a little drainage from left ear to left side of the neck; gotta watch that stroke point- ear, jaw, neck connection there.
After a long hot shower I of course went to take a swig of nice clean water and that was an immediate unexpected horrible mistake. I didn't faint but I could have. (Not could of- thank you Claudia Whatsyourname English Teacher Drama Lady) The need for red was so strong that tomatoes cooked in pure water helped alot.
The Dunkin Donuts colored plants I bought are doing great in one instance- the bright vibrant orangy pink. but not so good in the bright vibrant purply one. Obviously there is a balance I'm just coming to realize.
KFC is red white and black. DD is 44 and those two colors- which were bothersome to me in "Good and Plenty" but not here, and what are the Taco Bell colors? It was definitely time for red this morning, but yesterday I wanted DD iced coffee all day.
To be continued. I think I'll listen to some minor chords. O Come O Come Emmanuel comes to mind.
Yes, Emmanuel, come please. God, be with us. And also with you.
I started with the usual suspect- the alternating stuffed nostril. Dr. Chang was right, there is a blockage behind my nose which thankfully never blocks both nostrils. Today it was my left. I tried steam; particularly head down with hot water beating down on the back of my head, and that was good. Then I tried major 3rds which are always nice. But I did come to the realization that Joy To The World is not Jesus's song- at least not the first phrase. Jesus led up to something and Joy To The World is a great ending; but not much of a beginning at all.
Then i tried middle-finger to thumb rings and those were great. but bird finger to dorsal was a revelation. The nostril didn't clear but I felt a little drainage from left ear to left side of the neck; gotta watch that stroke point- ear, jaw, neck connection there.
After a long hot shower I of course went to take a swig of nice clean water and that was an immediate unexpected horrible mistake. I didn't faint but I could have. (Not could of- thank you Claudia Whatsyourname English Teacher Drama Lady) The need for red was so strong that tomatoes cooked in pure water helped alot.
The Dunkin Donuts colored plants I bought are doing great in one instance- the bright vibrant orangy pink. but not so good in the bright vibrant purply one. Obviously there is a balance I'm just coming to realize.
KFC is red white and black. DD is 44 and those two colors- which were bothersome to me in "Good and Plenty" but not here, and what are the Taco Bell colors? It was definitely time for red this morning, but yesterday I wanted DD iced coffee all day.
To be continued. I think I'll listen to some minor chords. O Come O Come Emmanuel comes to mind.
Yes, Emmanuel, come please. God, be with us. And also with you.
Saturday, September 3, 2016
Fortunately
Luckily for me I have a job. It doesn't pay all that much; about sixty. But it is full of perks. I go to theme parks and find good things that happen there- and then I tell them. It's a great gig.
Luckily for me I have a career. I play violin at places all around and I take an envelope from them. I don't know what's in the envelope until I open it. Taxes are a bitch but I am always honest. It fulfills me.
Luckily for me I am paid to do several things I love. I teach people how to read. I teach people how to think. It's a literacy company. Maybe you've heard of it. It's called Meadowgreen Academy. Some people need musical literacy. And some need computer literacy.
Luckily for me I don't need a job. I have work. My life's work is awesome.
Luckily for me I have a career. I play violin at places all around and I take an envelope from them. I don't know what's in the envelope until I open it. Taxes are a bitch but I am always honest. It fulfills me.
Luckily for me I am paid to do several things I love. I teach people how to read. I teach people how to think. It's a literacy company. Maybe you've heard of it. It's called Meadowgreen Academy. Some people need musical literacy. And some need computer literacy.
Luckily for me I don't need a job. I have work. My life's work is awesome.
Friday, September 2, 2016
More For Your Money
Having gone through a time when I didn't go to full-service restaurants for months; I've recently gone to two restaurants where the bill was at least $25. No, make that $35. Right now that's out of my price range so I'm not thinking about particular amounts, but what we're getting at those places versus what we're getting for $3 or for $4. Yes, I seriously can go to Checkers, Wendy's, McDonald's or Burger King and spend that much. Taco Bell too, if I don't feel like a drink that day. That's my first tier.
What do I get for that money? I get a clean perspective, away from home; away from preparing anything or cleaning up. I sit somewhere pleasant and have a meal. And I've realized that I really don't need what most people buy there. A drink, a sandwich and potatoes is too much. This is something I can easily eat, but if I slow down and actually enjoy most of the bites of a sandwich or most of the bites of fries- I'll realize that eating all of a "Number Four" - especially quickly, is too much. No wonder we're all fat. No wonder we all need coffee.
The second tier is what I consider places that don't have dollar menus. KFC has a five dollar meal, and if I use the coupon for a small meal next time- that's $7 for one meal and one small meal later. Now that I'm thinking about it, maybe that's probably as inexpensive as a tier one dining experience. But, the five dollar fill up is too much junk food at one time- and it is true that I'll eat all of it at once if I order it. Popeyes with their special coupon later is also a two time dining experience for about $9.
Chipotle is a place where I can order a burrito bowl for about $7, but if I do that I'll probably eat the whole thing at once. When I add chips and guac and Coke I'll get two meals out of it but the price is $13. So I guess that's my third tier.
Despite drinking filtered water instead of tap water for months, I don't fall in line with those that think fast food is worse than food that requires tips and time. I think the problem is Americans eat too much grease, cheese and meat- and too much food in general. I'm sure there are quality differences but I'm coming to think of the digestive tract not as a chemistry experiment that requires only the right vitamins, minerals, carbs, proteins, etc..... or an assaulted organism being attacked by UV rays, pesticides and GMOs. I think it's more mechanical. If we keep it moving, it doesn't really matter as much what is moving through it.
At a restaurant with appetizers and service, I pay more. But I actually like getting up and getting my food or my drink or even getting up and looking around. Getting up is a wonderful thing. We don't need to sit for hours- ever. I think there was a time when only royalty had chairs. And there was a time when only royalty were fat. For now, I'm going to buy dollar gallons of filtered water at KMart or Dollar Tree- and try to find an Aldi where gallons are .79 because I think maybe the filtered water is a good thing. It's certainly not a bad thing. And that placebo effect may be my most powerful ally. If I am trying, I am healthier than if I am not.
So many people are trying to use diet to fix everything. Millions want to know what Arnold Ehret would eat today in the face of evil food- come on people, the man walked from Germany to Tunisia. Don't you think maybe that had something to do with why he felt so good? Assume for a minute he wasn't manic. I know, that's hard if you think about it too much- but really. He exercised every day and he sang and he enjoyed nature. That's got to be as important as whether or not he would ever step into Mickey D's if he were alive today.
Yesterday or maybe the day before I told a dear old soul that she was doing exactly the right thing. She was watching birds out in front of where she was staying. And I contrasted that with 44 percent of Americans watching FOX blaming the damn Republicans and 48 percent of Americans watching CNN blaming the damn Democrats. Don't you guys see that they keep each other in business? You can't fight the computer age rooting for Google or rooting for Apple or swearing by Microsoft. You can have whatever sugar water you want as long as it's Coke or Pepsi. You can be whatever color you want as long as it's red or blue.
Today you can choose your gender but there are only two schools of thought- two political parties- only two ways of thinking. Really? The world just isn't ready for a third political party?
They've got us right where they want us.
But they underestimate their power. Yes they have gotten Baltimore and Detroit- which now that I think about it is an exaggeration.... they have gotten certain neighborhoods in or near big cities to riot. But most people remain sensible. If everyone turned off the TV they wouldn't be mad. And then we could think. And then we would all be better.
This dichotomy between the people that think those liberals are destroying everything right with the world and the people that think those conservatives are holding everyone back is a false dichotomy. When I was under the spell of "sale=bad" and "water=good" I could have killed myself. We need salt and we are water. It's not an either/or.
What do I get for that money? I get a clean perspective, away from home; away from preparing anything or cleaning up. I sit somewhere pleasant and have a meal. And I've realized that I really don't need what most people buy there. A drink, a sandwich and potatoes is too much. This is something I can easily eat, but if I slow down and actually enjoy most of the bites of a sandwich or most of the bites of fries- I'll realize that eating all of a "Number Four" - especially quickly, is too much. No wonder we're all fat. No wonder we all need coffee.
The second tier is what I consider places that don't have dollar menus. KFC has a five dollar meal, and if I use the coupon for a small meal next time- that's $7 for one meal and one small meal later. Now that I'm thinking about it, maybe that's probably as inexpensive as a tier one dining experience. But, the five dollar fill up is too much junk food at one time- and it is true that I'll eat all of it at once if I order it. Popeyes with their special coupon later is also a two time dining experience for about $9.
Chipotle is a place where I can order a burrito bowl for about $7, but if I do that I'll probably eat the whole thing at once. When I add chips and guac and Coke I'll get two meals out of it but the price is $13. So I guess that's my third tier.
Despite drinking filtered water instead of tap water for months, I don't fall in line with those that think fast food is worse than food that requires tips and time. I think the problem is Americans eat too much grease, cheese and meat- and too much food in general. I'm sure there are quality differences but I'm coming to think of the digestive tract not as a chemistry experiment that requires only the right vitamins, minerals, carbs, proteins, etc..... or an assaulted organism being attacked by UV rays, pesticides and GMOs. I think it's more mechanical. If we keep it moving, it doesn't really matter as much what is moving through it.
At a restaurant with appetizers and service, I pay more. But I actually like getting up and getting my food or my drink or even getting up and looking around. Getting up is a wonderful thing. We don't need to sit for hours- ever. I think there was a time when only royalty had chairs. And there was a time when only royalty were fat. For now, I'm going to buy dollar gallons of filtered water at KMart or Dollar Tree- and try to find an Aldi where gallons are .79 because I think maybe the filtered water is a good thing. It's certainly not a bad thing. And that placebo effect may be my most powerful ally. If I am trying, I am healthier than if I am not.
So many people are trying to use diet to fix everything. Millions want to know what Arnold Ehret would eat today in the face of evil food- come on people, the man walked from Germany to Tunisia. Don't you think maybe that had something to do with why he felt so good? Assume for a minute he wasn't manic. I know, that's hard if you think about it too much- but really. He exercised every day and he sang and he enjoyed nature. That's got to be as important as whether or not he would ever step into Mickey D's if he were alive today.
Yesterday or maybe the day before I told a dear old soul that she was doing exactly the right thing. She was watching birds out in front of where she was staying. And I contrasted that with 44 percent of Americans watching FOX blaming the damn Republicans and 48 percent of Americans watching CNN blaming the damn Democrats. Don't you guys see that they keep each other in business? You can't fight the computer age rooting for Google or rooting for Apple or swearing by Microsoft. You can have whatever sugar water you want as long as it's Coke or Pepsi. You can be whatever color you want as long as it's red or blue.
Today you can choose your gender but there are only two schools of thought- two political parties- only two ways of thinking. Really? The world just isn't ready for a third political party?
They've got us right where they want us.
But they underestimate their power. Yes they have gotten Baltimore and Detroit- which now that I think about it is an exaggeration.... they have gotten certain neighborhoods in or near big cities to riot. But most people remain sensible. If everyone turned off the TV they wouldn't be mad. And then we could think. And then we would all be better.
This dichotomy between the people that think those liberals are destroying everything right with the world and the people that think those conservatives are holding everyone back is a false dichotomy. When I was under the spell of "sale=bad" and "water=good" I could have killed myself. We need salt and we are water. It's not an either/or.
Thursday, September 1, 2016
No Bones About It
So we're in this great place and kind of by the kitchen which adds to the bustle and I like the music; which is a little too loud, and that helps too.
I knew I was in a good place when we got there and there were various people standing up on the table trying to change a light bulb up high on track lighting above the table. The lady I liked instantly, who wanted to get things done- went and got somebody she knew who could fix it- and got him to do just that. And she made a joke with us. "Sure, this is the kind of thing that happens all the time. We always stand up on table tops here."
Our waitress was named Summer and I think that's probably a good name for a waitress. If you're young and pretty and you're a waitress, consider using that name at work. What you'll do when you hit 45 I'm not sure, but it worked for her.
She kept my Cokes coming and brought everything out quickly and correctly. The spinach was sauteed and the mango salsa was interesting and the chocolate cake- hot, with ice cream, raspberry sauce and whipped cream- was fantastic. The grilled scallops over polenta (with a little corn in it, bacon and cheese and some kind of slightly hot sauce) was delicious and the grilled shrimp was delicious and the herb pesto was great and the fresh baked bread was great. Even the butter was great. The ceviche was really good and the mussels dish had a sauce that was really awesome that we all sighed when the waitress cleared away the plate.
The ride by the beach was nice and the lights around the intercoastal shone nicely; complementing the night spots on Lake Avenue.
Nice night.
I knew I was in a good place when we got there and there were various people standing up on the table trying to change a light bulb up high on track lighting above the table. The lady I liked instantly, who wanted to get things done- went and got somebody she knew who could fix it- and got him to do just that. And she made a joke with us. "Sure, this is the kind of thing that happens all the time. We always stand up on table tops here."
Our waitress was named Summer and I think that's probably a good name for a waitress. If you're young and pretty and you're a waitress, consider using that name at work. What you'll do when you hit 45 I'm not sure, but it worked for her.
She kept my Cokes coming and brought everything out quickly and correctly. The spinach was sauteed and the mango salsa was interesting and the chocolate cake- hot, with ice cream, raspberry sauce and whipped cream- was fantastic. The grilled scallops over polenta (with a little corn in it, bacon and cheese and some kind of slightly hot sauce) was delicious and the grilled shrimp was delicious and the herb pesto was great and the fresh baked bread was great. Even the butter was great. The ceviche was really good and the mussels dish had a sauce that was really awesome that we all sighed when the waitress cleared away the plate.
The ride by the beach was nice and the lights around the intercoastal shone nicely; complementing the night spots on Lake Avenue.
Nice night.
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