If we are considering my side of the argument that the world is screwed deeply to the bone because we cannot stop making hysterical decisions that waste our resources and ruin our habitat. But if you are considering the alternative, there is the ridiculous amount of time spent thinking about a project before actually starting it.
I’ve allowed women who are not currently truly gardening to start gardens with me and they always do an incredibly foolish thing. They walk to a place and they start putting different plants in the ground. Now, on the one hand, you can use almost any flash of inspiration to start something. You make one movement and then build on it. If she would have put one thing in the ground and then stepped back and thought about it a little bit, we might have been in better shape. But no. She was just happy in the hysteria of the moment to be putting things in the ground. They both felt like good Russians for doing so.
Okay, I do watch quite a few videos on the internet. As far as reading goes, I do not care about politics anymore at all and 90% of what you would read looking through text is fluff. Modern writers are spilling their ink for money and doing column inches of innocuous dribble. Nobody’s saying anything. It’s not me being snobbish, it’s just the truth. Either you are saying something and your writing is information dense or it’s fluff. These people are fluffers if you’re familiar with the term. But what I have fallen into with these videos is a combination of tiny house, van life and sailboat design, The football highlights and Asian eating videos. If this seems an odd amalgam, it isn’t. They go together perfectly. Absolutely.
During one of our original gardens, we had a ridiculous strawberry harvest. We had so many strawberries to even the jam making got tiresome. So to get rid of them, we started incorporating eating them with other things. One time, I had the taste for some popcorn in my mouth and simply because that was the moment we were in culturally, I started eating handfuls of popcorn together with handfuls of strawberry. If you would ever like to know how it tastes can explode in your head, try this sometime especially when the popcorn is really hot and you don’t mind the oil and salt.
Lately, I’ve been having reading sessions with my ex partner. Is she good at it? Well, anything you practice you get better at but she is still ESL and the only English she speaks is when she’s with me. I don’t really like speaking in Russian with her and she doesn’t really like speaking in Russian with me. Speaking in English is part of her payment for taking care of me these days. I get to be part of her holiday and she gets to work on her language skills. Now, I think I’m a pretty good writer. I do. I think I am coherent and I truly believe people can understand me when I speak. I’m a good communicator. And I think I have a sense of music sometimes in my pacing. I think my exciting writing can be exciting and my sensual writing can be sensual and so on. I think I can write comedy from time to time.
Well, I’m going crazy rereading some of my stuff. Why? Of course. It’s exactly my taste. It was built for me. Now, before you go isolating me and calling me crazy and having weird taste that no one else can understand, I’ve been reading my stuff with other people since I wrote it and people do understand it and people are moved. I can make people laugh and I can make people cry through my writing and this is quite pleasing to me. Someone who is familiar with my writing very early on once said that I only learned to speak English once I left the United States. I suppose the local culture was holding me back on that count.
And yes, I don’t hesitate and stammer as Americans are supposed to do. I speak with authority and I speak in perfect sentences. I may not have an accent but I must seem like I’m from another planet to people these days. Sorry about that. I was doing other things while you guys were doing whatever it is that you do.
So I’m talking to a Russian friend about this and we’re trying to decide the perfect menu for a meeting where people will share vodka. I know what I wanted in this and I told him. I thought I nailed it. I’ve certainly done this with Russian people enough times to get the gist on how to do it culturally. I have learned their lessons and I can play the game. And it’s an interesting progression and at least in the beginning, the first times I tried this with people, the effect was so ridiculously profound. Hysterical crying for hours on end. I couldn’t get it out of me how much I felt in agony for the lives people were living here. An American had no idea that this level of poverty could exist. And I don’t want to say amongst white people but these were white people being ridiculously poor, so you can imagine what that was like.
Well I’ve been having some health problems. And I’ve been trying to think my way through it. I have a supply chain but it has a lag. It’s like talking to Jupiter sometimes. I know if I lived in the States I could have whatever I wanted and, if I live in a weed legal state, I could be tripping every night. And believe me, that is such a delicious thought for me, you can’t imagine because I am not prejudiced and I am not paranoid of anything. That’s y’all’s problem. I just don’t feel these things anymore. But I’m not and so I have to be a bit more of a problem solver and I need to try and get it right the first time. Perhaps you can see where learning marine architecture and how to make maximum use of a closed in space might be interesting to help you think about things. And of course, even though it’s all meat and hysteria and huge quantities, there is something about the way the Asians relate to food that is glorious. They are not tripping and they are not paranoid and they are not trying to please anybody. They are trying to enjoy delicious bites of food and some of these people do good jobs of it. That most is disgusting though. And no, vegan mukbangs are bullshit. It’s an oxymoron.
But I finally came up with the recipe and once I got it right, I could clearly see where all the failures came. And the reason I’m riding this is because it is a universal. My mistakes are the same as we all make everyday when we make our choices. I don’t want to get too into details but it had to do with diarrhea that would be quite persistent. If you can imagine, this is a very bad way to spend your time. Getting rid of it was high on my list of priorities. I tried a medication and it had relief for about 10 seconds and then the disease adjusted. I tried some heavier medication, I was actually pretty good about getting good medicine for myself, and it didn’t really help. So I turned to pure diet to try and cure this thing.
The answer was to be very starchy and very bland. This is also a very very good human diet by the way because it closely resembles something like original man. I would go with pasta for the gluten and the protein and other than that there would be a few beans and some rice and even another spoonful of starch along with some spices. I wanted to taste good and I even threw some hot chilies in there. I thought I was thinking like a chef.
Did it work? Yeah. Kind of. It kind of worked. You could see that you were on the right road but it wasn’t quite right. I didn’t give it much thought. I honestly thought this was the best I could do. So I did it again the other day. And this time I use some materials that I had left over from something I’d cooked previously but what I did was I added a big dollop of tomato paste into the mix. Why? I wanted it to taste good. What was the result? It didn’t work at all. And this is supposedly with a tomato paste that has no extra sugar in it.
Well today, I eliminated the tomato paste and I stayed with everything else but without too much by except for a little bit of salt. And it was a delicious meal all by itself. He was extremely hot because I made sure that it was boiling when I started. It took me a while to eat it because it was too hot. And I added a little cabbage in there because you have to have something live in your food. And that was it. And I went into digestion mode and about an hour after I ate my breakfast, everything stopped. Not 100%. 99.99% stop. Outrageous. Freedom. Freedom to do things. Freedom to prepare.
In case you’re wondering, I have a bit of a cancer going on and cancer loves sugar. All of the food that I would add in because I thought it might be tasty, all of that factory food that I tossed in there, that was keeping the diarrhea going. The moment I found a way to eliminate all of that and replaced it with a whole foods diet, and straight thick pasta, I did it. I created an internal habitat that did not require constant movement. I did it.
And to be honest with you, I’m pretty proud of myself as a doctor. No, I didn’t do anything right the first time. I screwed up every time because I’m really not as smart as I think I am. And I can’t really make perfect choices as if I have no emotions and nothing means anything to me. Of course I think of flavor. Of course I think it would be better if it was delicious. Of course I knew if it was a little crunchier or a little wetter or it had a little more oil in it it would be perfect. But sometimes you have to go in a different direction and you have to let some of those thoughts go and let other things take their place.
I just want to add one thing about minimally spiced food. If you stop demanding to put heavy spices on everything you eat, if you quit with the salts and the sugars and the aromas, food has its own taste. Even beans taste like beans. We’re not talking about the perfection of the protein that comes from it or anything else, it’s just that things taste like what they taste like and sometimes allowing yourself to clean up enough allows you to understand that sometimes it’s quite enough exactly as it is. Sometimes you don’t have to spice it up even a little bit to be good. Sometimes all you need to do is make sure you have the proper ingredients and you’re good to go.
