Man
"...a man not brought up among other human beings cannot become a man." Stanislaw Lem, Solaris
Do you think society and culture make us human? If that's the case, then with society constantly changing in drastic ways, what it means to be a man is evolving much faster than the physical evolution. It makes me feel lonely thinking about this. A man, alone, with total freedom to create his own goals. A god? A lonely, made of matter, god.
Hoo, anyway. We went to Sydney last week, which was fun because it's a real city with, gasp, shops open until 9, 10, 11 at night. It had Krispy Kremes, gorgeous food, the water was warm and the sand was super fine. I don't know, I didn't get a unique impression, know what I mean? It looked like a patchwork of parts of other cities. Super super trendy, bits of LA, New York, Boston scattered throughout. I probably wasn't there long enough, but I didn't feel like I was in Australia. I'd like to return to Australia someday and see the outback, the natives, the crazy wildlife. The birds and the bats were pretty cool, we got to watch all the bats take flight at dusk per the Ardents' recommendation, and I got bitten by insects much more vigorously than normal, so I guess I got a small peak at the wild ecosystem down under. Felt very underdressed for the most part though, people seriously dress up in that city. We walked by so many trendy shops, I started to feel Shopping Despair, the kind that keeps me from even attempting shopping because my god I am a total slob.
This week I'm fasting. We ate a lot of heavy food on vacation so I figured it would be a good time. Also, it just came to me in a relaxed way after I realized I hadn't been hungry all day. First time I've ever attempted something like this without intensive planning. Feels good, easy. Was a bit weak and dizzy this morning so I made some super veggie juice with stuff like garlic, cayenne, and parsley thrown in, the spicy savouriness kicked my butt back into gear. Now listening to some new CDs, the new Blonde Redhead album is particularly good. Not too thrilled about the new Air album F got, but he also got one called We Are Not the Infidels that's really fun.
Why did I have to mention Krispy Kreme donuts, now I'm on the website looking at the donut pictures, constantly swallowing a big ol mouthfull of saliva. Damn you fasting. Let's make a list of things I'm craving this time around:
KK fried and glazed bread products
Nice quality beef burger with thick cut chips
Veggie stir fry with snow peas and brown rice
Cupcakes
Anything with a crispy outside, like a toasted panini or crackers with cheese.
Everything carbon based.
Keyboard shorting, gotta go mop up mouth secretions.
Oh, my 48 hour film is looking like a strong contender for the Wellington finals, I'll let you know how it goes! Finals showing on Wednesday, after which gotta race over to a party for a friend for her birthday, who also just moved in to a new house and is going to have a baby! I know people who have babies! Aaahhhh, must suppress lady hormones, plenty of time to have a baby in another 4 or 5 years, right? Babies! Must steal one....


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I won't fast. It just doesn't work for me at all. I go crazy--but not the kind of crazy when I'm on caffeine. I'm taking new meds and I suddenly discovered, I have 3 stages of fullness! Who knew?
Stage one is when I'm super hungry and I take those first few bites. My immediate hunger is sated, but if I wait a few minutes, I'm hungry again. So I eat on. Stage two is a little tougher to notice but it's when I'm comfortably full. Fully sated. It's not easy to notice as I often eat beyond that point, but I'm trying to limit it to only a little.
The last stage is eating past full into stuffed so that I consume everything in front of me. I realized recently I was doing this for comfort and nurturing. I would have this fast internal dialogue where I would recognize I was full, but would continue to eat because I felt I deserved it. Weird huh?
So, I'm currently in the process of learning and perfecting a new skill--eating till I'm full and then stopping. It's crazy. i also noticed if I do that successfully then i NEED to find a new way to comfort myself or I turn into a raving beotch.
So, I've discovered baths, afternoon walks, and reading. TV, drinking and socializing are fun, but not nurturing in the same way. I need to find other nurturing activities--got any?
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