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February 27, 2007

no action no thought no interpreter needed

" I have always thought the actions of men the best interpreters of their thought."
---John Locke ( August 29, 1632 - October 28, 1704 )

Room with a view

"The only fence against the world is a thorough knowledge of it."
---John Locke ( August 29, 1632 - October 28, 1704 )

February 24, 2007

at least one lemon a day

never know which way the juice will go either into the salad, lettuce and relatives
or into some fresh made fruit juice; sometimes I long for a lemon or two -
deluted/undeluted at breakfast time and then nothing else

but one green salad per day, anytime of day or night

got no salt in the house, when I started I felt there's enough salt in my system
and figure there's enough salt in olives that go with my salad; figs and dates
are rich in minerals; rich in potassium to compete with bananas

it wasn't disco dancing

that kept me weightless and having no flue or cold since 1996; I had no time for that while 'dancing' in Europe; so it was naturally my addiction to fresh fruit that kept my blood in shape or was it the the sauna that made me sing 'higher and higher'?

the other trick

was to disconnect all habits, ritualistic behaviours that intoxicate the body without reason, probably some old language that dictates deseases while eating unconsciously; all meat, cadaver actually, is no longer part of my food...

I don't drive either, no tv; I watch myself and walk to get my vegetables and fruits....
and the telephone answers itself.

All my social life is made up of commercial transactions to obtain food

I don't buy manufactured food stuff except some Vanilla 5-minute pudding powder, it says two cups of 2% milk,
well I do 1 1/2 cups of whole milk plus 1/2 cup of 33% CREAM; with the cream it tastes like I'm back in Europe at a European reataurant with pudding expertise....


not sure whats wrong with the oats, gave some to the birds in minus 20C weather, and the sparrows wouldn't eat them; it's probably the chemicals that prevents them from going 'green' and caking up, going rancid
so, oats too are replaced with fresh fruit and freshly made fruits or vegetable juices

at the beginning

of all this only fresh fruit and vegetable juices that would get my mouth opened:
carrots, red beets, apples, celery, cucumber ( I peel off the green skin before they get into the juicer)

well, I got tired and hungry and thirsty, but I went at it with more freshly made juice

After three month I'd say I slept like a teenager uninhibited until noon; my daily rhytm changed entirely. Now I'm consistently up and go for 18 hours non-stop; that means I fall asleep at about five-thirty in the morning and sleep till noon. I'm not arguing with my body. Instead of reading and thinking, I tried to go to bed at eleven at night and my imagination travels all over for the next six hours until I fall asleep at five-thirty in the morning.

re milk

they say some say it's a whole food, so I don't drink it but eat it with a soup spoon; only whole milk plus 33% cream mixed together eaten from the soup bowl, spoon by spoon, thoroughly masticated in my mouth; I keep milk in the fridge
so this way I warm it up in my mouth after chewing it like wine - of this I eat as much as I want the flavour, the taste; can't get any goat milk here...

Milk is neutral so sometimes I eat a lettuce leaf with it or a fig or two or three; six dates for breakfast or no breakfast but still seven dates;I ate milk at three am, so this morning I only had fruit:an Anjou pear, sweet sweet

I keep my mouth shut

- to keep all habits out! And my appetite changes day by day hour by hour:I don't know which fruit I'll like for breakfast, what freshly pressed fruit juice for lunch.I'm flexible - I'm not arguing with what my body likes...

food for a blog - blog for food

This blog here [ http://textstudytext.blogspot.com/ ]was idle like an empty stomach; maybe this blog was waiting for something that should not be said, spoken, written, not put into language.

Words swollowed are dangerous to health and organs and limbs; so is food, the habits of eating stuff, the denial of taste, the adventure of taste and appetite disparaged.

Anyway, when I got here to Southern Saskatchewan, a small town with people one met copies of before in big towns last century -before 'everything' changed, I realized I have a few apple trees in the garden: so many apples, what to do? And how to get them to work for me?

I immediately went on an eating strike, kept my mouth shut for good - I had no food in the house, only my books and stuff got here before I got here, so I ordered a fruit juicer right away...

then went and got a jug of whole milk and a liter 33% cream and inaugurated my whole food milk + cream surprise to start rearranging my whole system foodwise.

In other words, my body and its operation became my one and only interest.


After seven month I was reduced by 27 pounds and this brought me nearly right back to my weight last century when I was 23. My skin is all new too and back to its softness, soft to the touch... wonder if my daily sunbath has something to do with that too...

after all I moved here, this area has the most sunshine in Canada -
me and sunshine are perpetual lovers.

My Language Eating Life

not food but thought wrong words wrong food inter-relationships

http://textstudytext.blogspot.com/
not sure what's the 'best' blog for thought relating to food
and keep my blood all excited about new tastes yet to be discovered...

and get re-addicted to good appetite

This is not a group thing think, just myself eating away unpublished food mixtures,
sort of the experimental boy in me discovering...

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February 21, 2007

versus the collective behaviours of others:

"No one is entitled
to behave
towards me
as if they knew me."

---Robert Walser
April 15, 1878 - December 25, 1956

February 08, 2007

study endings

nothing but a sequence of endings
conclusions
closures
history's cemetries

understand history's
series of endings

February 07, 2007

to the re-defined

"to be a member of anything,
to join any official organization,
any association or small club...
is to lose one's honour, to debase oneself,
since verything is so low "

-- Gustave Flaubert,
December 12, 1821 – May 8, 1880