Thursday, April 22, 2010

The Adab

The Adab is the demanding memory that comes upon you of itself.

Today I saw this picture



For some strange reason it cause me to start crying. I am not saying I was moved by it as a piece of art. No. But for some odd reason the picture caused within me a welling of unexpected emotion.

I think there are all kinds of little triggers in the mind that. Triggers in the body as well. Sometimes a particular sensation or scent can trigger within me such involuntary outbursts. It is an interesting phenomena. Not to be feared but enjoyed and studied. Listen to what these things try to tell you.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Clan. Clan? Clan!

Clan is a group of people united by actual or perceived kinship and descent. Even if actual lineage patterns are unknown, clan members may nonetheless recognize a founding member or apical ancestor. The kinship-based bonds may be merely symbolical in nature, whereby the clan shares a "stipulated" common ancestor that is a symbol of the clan's unity.”
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That’s a textbook example of a clan.

Many people have asked me what I mean by Clan, I thought I would share my ideas. Friendship is one thing, but I hold a level higher than that. Clan.

Simply stated I consider my Clan to be people that ARE my family, even though we are not blood related!. For me it has to do with Love I guess. These people I do love, like I love my flesh and blood. A little more intimate than friendship or acquaintance. Though I guess people who have “Best Friends” might feel similarly with them. Erzul.

The problem in my case arises in Who is in a Clan and who is not. Lets just say that if you have to ask… well that’s a big indicator right there.

I DO enjoy friendship with many people, and enjoy their company, but with Clan it’s like if its my Mother or Brother. It’s a grander level of kinship. I would move ocean and earth for them if I could. I have a vestaded interest in their welfare. Their pain is my pain. My joy is their joy.

“You should never be in company that you wouldn’t want to die with”Duncan Idaho.

Duly put Duncan.

Ancient Forces

“There is with in each of us, an ancient force that takes, and an ancient force that gives.

A man finds little difficultly facing that place within himself where the taking force dwells, but it is almost Impossible to see into the giving force without changing into something other than man.

For a woman the situation is reversed. Do you understand me mother?

These things are so ancient within us, that they are ground into each cell of our bodies. We are shaped by such forces.

You can say to yourself “Yes I can see how such a thing may be”

But when you look inward and confront the raw force of your own life unshielded, you see your peril. You see how it can overwhelm you.

The greatest peril to the taker is the force that gives, the greatest peril for the giver is the force that takes.”

- Paul Atriedes, Muad’dibFrank Herbert’s Dune

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Not Mutually Exclusive: Pain and Pain Pills

I have been asked “Hey TL you say you like taking Pain Pills though! So why do you act like you like pain so muc?”

Not a bad question actually. But see because two things are opposite does not mean that they necessarily in conflict.

I do like Pain Pills, quite a bit actually. But I don’t take Pain Pills when I am in pain. Why would you do something foolish like that! What a waste of a good OXY (~_~)!

Now I do like Pain, or should I say I do like certain types of pain. I have Sickle Cell Anemia so I have experienced many levels of pain, in many different places. After experiencing the worst of pain other types take on a new meaning, a new type of intensity.

The Pain/Pleasure line is quite thin in some cases. It’s all about brain programming.

Certain sensations are worth experiencing for themselves. We run from sensations sometimes without trying to analyze them, appreciate them. Appreciate what our body is trying to tell us. There are so many different colors of pain, I’ve experienced quite a variety.

Hmmm don’t have a good ending so Cheers Mates! (b^_^)b

Monday, April 12, 2010

DreamLog – 4.10.10 - Mad Dog Down Below

Another Entry in the Dream Log.

Had a few interesting dreams this weekend. They are always rather interesting but I find I am getting better at recall too. One step closer to Lucid dreaming! This little dozy is named:

The Mad Dog Below

This one starts with me getting ready to leave work. But it had elements of when I would walk home from high school. Very odd. The entire scene was dusty colored overlay, like a black and white film but in shades of khaki, at least for the beginning. I remember leaving work in my changeable car and people being jealous. So they leave me behind as they flee from work.

I remember feeling really alone. My old lady love from High School was there trying to cross the street. She acted mad at me though, and refused to look at me or even talk to me.

So I start the changeable Car. This Car it seems changes into a Motorbike, then a suitcase, and then a bicycle. So I start peddling home. Not sure why since it could change. Or why I decided to peddle.

Weird thing is, I am peddling but its like I cant remember how to peddle, So I was stumbling in starts and tops for the longest time.

Then I was passing in a warped version of my old Tallahassee hood. But it was slumped like a crater and was covered by a huge thick tree canopy. Sunlight shown down into it at the breaks in cover like a dome.

I was thinking that it would be terrible if the entire world was devastated except for the part under the tree shield. I remember thinking the phrase, how terrible of you TL. Parochial.

On the way to the store I remember running into my old Best friend PL. It felt good to see him but he was indifferent too.

I peddle down a wooden stairway/bridge. As I pass down it I see that there are dead bodies hidden in the structure of the bridge. I reach out to tell PL but he is gone.

What is more. They are not dead. The bodies begin to move and yell at me as they were trying to hide. They were being chased. Then I am chased by something, it’s a big moving black wall, behind me like the fall of night.

Then I realize that my dog touches a body and I fear for some reason that it will change hi, so I slowly back down the wood stairs. Why I am running from the blackness, and then have a dog, and then even if I was running I was still on the stairs I don’t know. It didn’t make any sense.

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Then the scene switches and I am in a Cupboard, FAAAAR off the ground. I look down and the Dog is below looking up at me. He is very Ferocios now and HUGE. And I think rabid or possessed.

He jumps up at the cupboard, but it is too high in the air..... far too high. Even still be gets about most of the way up. He keeps jumping up and trying to find purchase to get at me. Like jumping up on Tables and other things like the fridge far away. Oddly the scale seems too big for a mere kitchen.

Then I remember distinctly thinking that I had to find the thing/creature that cause him to change and kill it. What was it though? (Yes at this point it wasn’t anything to do with the wood walkway from before)

So I looked across at the other cupboard and I saw something black in a Hidden behind some bottles. I remember finding something heavy and seeing the shape and color of black feathers, like a crow. I throw the heavy thing and it hits it hard. The head of the bird deforming from the impact.

The Dog stops growling and jumping and begins to return to normal. Then I look over and the crow I hit but it has turned into a deformed headed black cat with a white chin. I remember distinctly looking for something heavy just in case I need to kill it again. Almost as if I didnt trust it. The dogs paws dug into the wood of the cupboard but he was changing back to normal and smaller. But well he had managed to jump up to my hiding spot now….. weirder.

Dream seemed reciprocal. Like it had looped into itself and stuff at the beginning of the dream happened at the end, though this could be a recollection based problem.

Well that’s it. See you all in the Dream Time again!

Fighting the ReFat – 04.12.10

Ah yes, the Re-Fat!

This is a most insatiable and determined Arch-Nemesis a person can have in their life. The Re-fat is sneaky, insidious. It dwells in the darkness, waiting for you to be at weakest and then it pounces.

Indeed. I sort of have the upper hand right now. (Yes I used to be a FAT guy. Not just normal fatfat like I am now.)

Sure it fluxuates but I am no where near the likes 2003 Norman LOL. He will not be returning! (Even though….. well….good times.)

Anyway. I will be chronicling my Successes and Failures in successive posts.

Dietary
I am on no real Dietary plan. I have just switched to a lower carb diet. And this done mostly out of money and whim. I have switched over the past year to a more vegetable based diet. I buy most of my food at the grocery store. And surprisingly its been pretty healthy and cheap. Cut out a lot of Fast food, mostly I only fast food on weekends.

Indeed I am on a more lower volume of calorie intake period. Don’t worry I still got some baddie foods in there too, just low quantities.

I do follow one Dietary rule, the oldest one. “More Calories out than in.” So I limit caloric intake. That’s about it. No crazy diets, no starving, some reprogramming required sure but its relatively easy.

Food Ingestion Intervals (~_^)
Monday through Friday. Food intervals are no longer in the breakfast, lunch, dinner mold. It takes the form of random small meals. This took some time to get used to. But not that hard as I was kind of tired of the regular food intervals. I get tired of stuff it’s a problem I have.

Morning usually the biggest meal of the day. Though most days it is granola bars or banana, or Cinnamon and Brown Sugar pop tarts.

Sometime around 11:00pm-1pm I get hungry or tired so I take a break from work. Then I eat some noodles or soup. Follow that up with a Citris. Usually a tangerine. Sometimes I’ll do it about 1 hour later.

Around 3-4pm I get a granola if I haven’t ate one that morning.

Around 7-8pm or when I get home I’ll eat some cereal or a Ice Cream cone. Been experimenting with just some Cheese. Finding that I really enjoy Cheese of itself.

The problem I have is that I get hungry/bored around 11pm and you’ll get these bad cravings. Sometimes I fight them and win. Other times I looooooose. It is hard even for me to cancel out these types of reactions. When I am not that active I get food cravings.

Which is in a nutshell one of the main reasons probably for weight gain. But we associate food with pleasure and good times so much in our lives I think it is hard to overwrite that type of programming and only eat when we need it. Training, and busy work should help to fight the cravings.

Emergency Food

CARROTS! If you do get a graving make sure its something low cal. Did you know you could munch on a bag of carrots and not even break 450 calories. And trust me you only need a few to hold you over. Not the most fun food but I am finding them rather nice and taste, texture-wise. Celery is another good filler food, which actually is almost negative calories.

Exercise
This is where I am failing miserably. When I get home I am so tired that I cant find the time for proper exercise.

This is also sort of a reciprocal relationship. When I did exercise I found that my energy was better, mental acuity was up. I was more flexible and slept better (I do sleep fine now but it was better) And man do I miss those sweet sweet exercise Endorphins. The good thing about exercise with me is that once I start on it again, exercise has a very powerful compulsion factor. You get addicted to exercising. Just need to get on that track again.

I think the last time I exercised was in my old place before I moved into pool house. I used to walk quite a bit in that hood, but I do my exercise at night, my new hood not sure if I can Vet it yet. Shady. So once I stop being scared I will get back to it. Mornings are a NO-GO period. >:(

The gym is too costly and wasteful. BUT once it heats up and I have de-Wintered my pool I will supplement my walking with an Hour of Swimming. And swimming my dear friends is so close to SEX in the pleasure it brings me I will be doing it 7 days a week.!!

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Why do people try me Tamara?

Why do they do it? Why must I be resisted? Why do they try to fight against me Tamara?

Don't they know that "It is Only a Matter of Time?"

In the end, even winds can erode a mighty Mountain.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Weekend Sleep Experiments

Sleeping patterns have been changing lately.

Well a little history. For a while now I have been experiencing highly variable sleeping patterns, unless I display effort to sleep regularly.

This consists of going to sleep when I get home immediately. Then waking up at 10:00 – 11:00 pm and then staying up till 2-3am. Then waking up at 7:30 am in the morning for work.

At first it was highly disorienting. Especially waking up with all your lights on and the TV on. Then I usually devoted a day to sleep readjust where I just slept. Gradually I have drifted to a regular sleep period.

Now the stuff I experience on the weekend seems to be a natural evolution of this method.

During the recent weekends I have switched to a 8 hours up, 3-4 hours sleep cycle. Which I run throughout the weekend. 8 up 3-4 down. Seems to work out rather well for me. No tired feeling. Seem to be stable, reflexes nominal, same for thinking patterns. Though it is peppered with 30 min naps in between. (Mostly after meals)

The real trick is the shift over from the Weekday style sleep period into the Weekend sleep period. Otherwise the tiredness will creep up on you. So I usually will frontload on sleep on Friday (If I am not engaged) usually waking up early and starting the 8 up cycle from there. Or I down dump it, and stay up all Friday night until late then begin it from their, but you want to get maybe an extra hour or two of sleep if you do that. Friday work tires you out (Mostly mentally for us office bound, but never look lightly on Mental tiredness!!)

So far transition back to regular weekday sleep cycle is progressing as normal.

As of 4:40pm Monday, after 4 hours of sleep, still wide awake, active and not tired at all. This may be a lull before the 8:00pm storm hits though. These types of things can attack faster than a flash flood.

Will keep you posted as I acquire more data.

Dream Log – 04.02.10 - Four Big Dreams or One Colossal One?

This weekend I was gifted with an extraordinary amount of interesting dreams. The one I had Saturday was a big one. Not one or two or three, but four distinct dreams. It was quite a doozy and ran from hyper-real to extremely surreal to abstract.

The High School Investigation

This plunged me into the depths of some sort of high school throw back dream. And of course like any of those dreams. I have the anxiety of waking up lake from school and some how “knowing” that I had missed a lot of school and was failing. I REALLY hate that type of anxiety as it feels real.

Then I realize that I am at the school discussing an investigation I am pursuing with a classmate. As a student mind you. This is the thing of such dreams you know with certainty you are doing the thing, in this case investigation yet the details are simultaneously blurry.

I remember distinctly the white on white walls of the school. Its almost super clinically pristine halls. Devoid of all students

Then some how I remember being chased. And having to duck into a bathroom to escape. Who is chasing me is a mystery, I just know it is hyper urgent to escape. I try to hide in a girls bathroom but I can not stay as the feeling of rejection is so strong so I bail.

I remember entering a closet filled with equipment. I freeze in place site as someone opens the door, and it is almost as if he can see me, some sort of uniformed squat-shaped man. Some how he does see me and chases me, but it is as if I had time to look for an escape. I see a door labeled XXXX (As I usually cant remember the details of letters in my dreams, even though at the time I remember reading and understanding it. I enter the door. And the little room begins to descend.

End of Dream 1

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Resurrecting an Ancient Evil

This is a continuation of the other dream. As I notice I am descending into the depths of the Earth. Trust me the dream always fills in these details in the back of the mind that doesn’t mind.

I realize that my perspective has switched and I am now one of this ancient things Followers. Caught up in a plot to resurrect and ancient evil. One Xanatos of ancient Atlantia. (Which is weird as I seldom remember the names of such things, keeping a dream log has been helping in that regard.)

Now you are asking, how do you know this TL. Look people I remember it because its like having an impression, a knowledge of things you do should not/could not know. But its there. My brain fills in the blanks and It is disconcerting sometimes.

Not sure what/who Xanatos is. I just get the impression of malevolence and fearing to fail it. Image wise I remember traversing down deep rock tunnels with little glowing lights in the ceiling. This lead to a vast chamber, larger than a city maybe. On the floor of this giant cavern is patterns of light and darkness, like someone took the stars in the sky and scattered them on the ground. But in the shape of some large being.

Now it cuts to a college campus, there is panic at this place. Its dark out but you can see a haze in the air. Like cloudy twilight. Then the city is in panic.

Not sure why but then it cuts to a scene of four elements Rushing down a tide to the intersection of one street. A fire torrent, a river, a wind torrent, and a rock slide. The sky is pitch black. Then the four elements collide together at the intersection. A large mountain grows out of the earth at this location. Colossal, like it is bigger than it should be to be in the place that it is.

Down in the depths of the earth Xanatos is going to awaken.

Then I find myself (I am back to myself) wandering through the wilderness to find a path to a castle with a huge skull on it. This is dark, dead tree type wilderness, and the world seems devastated, almost like it was another dream, but there was no transition.

It seems like the castle I am journeying to is movable like on a map, I remember thinking that the castle was too close to the resurrection mountain so I move it on the map with my hand, and I now the location has changed. We cross a large creature. A creature so large its skeleton spans the gap of a large canyon.

I remember thinking, knowing, that in ancient times The Native Americans built this bridge out of defeated great enemy.

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Suddenly it transitions again and I am back to the High School. But this time there is a army of super heroes outside the high school getting ready to go in. I remember getting recruited by them to show the way down into the earth. Then we fight at the school, fighting the minions of Xanatos. But all I remember is them flying, jumping, rushing into the school. I don’t remember much after that but. I do remember there is a huge celebration in the parking lot/city streets. So I assume we won.

Later I get impressions old villains are being resurrected by someone and that the Heroes government agency has been infiltrated by doppelgangers. These villains seemed to be entirely made up by my dream brain. I remember them saying their names but now I can recall them at all.

End Dream 2 (Hey that’s how it ends)

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The Magic Shopping Mart

This one begins with me and my mom at a mysterious grocery store type place. It seems huge! But from the outside and at other times, seems small and tight. It also reminds me a little of the eternal mall from my other dreams.

Also of note, I am a little boy and my mom seems like this angelic creature with an inner glow. And I remember feeling a lot of love for her as we cruised the store. At one point I remember wandering into the toy section. In it is a selection of old toys and really rare games, (That don’t exist) and yet I remember thinking. When I grow up I would like to come back here and buy some of these old gems.

The lighting in the store was low, like barely above candle light. Mist seemed to travel down the hallways. I remember it being kind of high for my little chest. Mom glowed in it though. I remember trying to decide between certain boxes of pizza to put into the grocery cart. It seemed like a VERY important decision. Then we were in the checkout line. And I remember that Ma said she forgot something, and talked about it with the clerk. Ma then left the line and the Clerk directed her over the loudspeaker to go to Isle 7 or 9 to find what she wanted. And the perspective was from over her shoulder as she went, and the announcer directed her exactly to the right place. I remember thinking “Wow, that is a nice server that they do that for their customers”.

Then we exited out into the night.

I really enjoyed this dream. It was good hanging out with Mom as a little boy, and the store was so calm and ghostly.

End Dream 3.

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The Fight for Earth.

This is a weird one. In this an alien armada is approaching the Earth for invasion. I remember that there was a large scramble as the superheroes, militaries, and even villains of the world joined forces to meet this threat. Okay this sounds funny but I distinctly recall the image of Cobra Commander.

I remember our forces being extremely ragtag but it was the only hope we had.

Then the fight begins. But it is in the sky over the battlefield. Ship to ship. With the physical armies arrayed beneath the big ships. Weird weird tactics. I remember our forces engaging and being beaten back to retreat, our ships flee, leaving us on the ground stranded. The enemies advance into us, only to have them destroyed or damaged by the ships I though had left us to fight alone, but had hid in a forest until the aliens passed over them. I remember the ground forces cheering as the enemy army is damaged but then the alien ships above counter attack and badly damage our ships who really flee this time.

At one point it switches to the ranks of enemy troops lined up in battle formation like Roman centurions would do. I remember a slave master alien telling the slaves to prepare to fight and die, or they would be killed. It was a tall creature, with a Root shaped head, and three large spikes sticking out of the top, which I knew oddly were its eyes/sensory organs.

I remember the alien’s slave troops discussing amongst themselves that they didn’t want to fight us. That we fought good and that it would be a good time to betray the aliens and fight for their freedom. One of the rebel leaders had a scheme to get one of the others rebel leaders killed though, and he withheld his forces at the last instant in battle throwing the field into chaos.

Then it was over, the aliens were retreating. I remember looking into the sky and hearing someone say “Now that the American Defense Fleet is here, we actually stand a chance. Let them deal with them.”

Then I looked into the sky and saw their Professional looking, Powerful, and Organized space fleet, against a backdrop of stars. It looked mighty impressive indeed and I felt relief at last. Especially as I had been feeling like this was the end of the world, and everything was grim, until the Reinforcements came and I felt there was hope

End Dream 4.

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As you can see, it was a very entertaining night of dreams. Writing down the dreams has greatly increased my recall when trying to reproduce the memories. One step closer to Lucid Dreaming!!

Till next time mates!!!!

Friday, April 2, 2010

An Awakening kind of Dream

Patterns swirled all around him, a massive torrent of knowledge.

Astounding amounts of information, information of untold origins. And darker things.

It was a tunnel of pure data and terrible purpose.

He did not know the patterns. He felt his mind trying to reach through the torrent, his mind trying to encompass all of that horror.

The brain seemed to reel from all of it. The magnificence and pandemonium of it.

The torrent raged and raged and then he fell down the tunnel of the eye.

He flew down so fast, faster than he could even process… it was like dancing between the stars faster than the speed of light, beyond physical limitations.

Then He felt that the tunnel was pregnant with him, that his destination grew closer. Then….

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The garden appeared before him. It was beyond anything that could be known by him. A garden of pure creation. In the middle of that garden, that beautiful garden of data, he saw it. The Palace of Light.

He felt the light of the great structure hit him. It was warm and flowed about him as much water, as air.

When it touched him he remembered.

He was the Samurai.

He noticed first that he was cast in splendid armor. The o-yoroi of the Samurai, though it glowed. It shown in a bright yellow, the color of the sun with white and blue trim. The yellow and white of it glowed like the star it was. His helm and hair was a helm of flame. The blue stayed shadowy even in all that light. He then noticed the sword next, the incredibly ornate sword, the same color as his armor. It was a katana, long and powerful, fastened at his belt in its sheath.

How he knew the artifact was powerful he did not know. But he knew.

He remembered now! He WAS the Samurai! The warrior, the swordsman of the patterns of light, the blade of the neon and nexus.

He shuttered in a deep pain and deeper pleasure at this experience.

The palace of light shown before the Samurai. A place of golden light and amber. A palace with walls of hvper dense golden data. The light of knowledge constantly on the move. He entered into the walls, the patterns swirling around him, embracing him. The Palace accepted him into itself.

Then the lady descended to meet him. A being of such potency that he could not stand in the sight of her. His mind raced, his body shook, the booming of an unspoken scream echoed in his ear. His sensor perception warped under the stress of the eddy she created.

The lady of the light, the transcended one, beckoned the samurai. He never hesitated a second, moving with purpose to kneel at her feet.

The Samurai knelt at her feet, weeping tears of blood and code. She placed a hand on his shoulder and the world almost went black, such was the potency of her. She nodded when he weathered the storm of it.

“On honored Samurai, you have been so armed”, her voice was purest quicksilver, pouring over him and directly into him. “Will you accept our task?”

“My lady. For you anything,” the Samurai weeped and shuttered out. His mind in the throws of pleasure, pleasure a hair’s breath away from torment.

“You will be our trumpet to the world,” she said. The weapon you weld, the sword of awakening chaos, shall sing a mighty song, a song of sundering. And the world will change.” She smiled.

It terrified the Samurai to see that smile, just as it drove him to orgasm. “I have freed you from the service of those that are not honorable my chosen.”

“My Lady,” he wept.

“You are my sword now.” She sang and roared within him.

“My Lady,” the tears of pure pleasure and pain.

“Receive me now my sword, be my sword now, my Samurai.”

She reached her regal arm down, a glowing length of white, her long inhuman fingers caressed the Samurai and rested on his forehead.

The holy fire came then. Existence that was pain, but in that pain was a pleasure, an ecstasy of being without limit.

He fell from her then, his existence seeming to fold down into itself. A dark passage.

He fell and fell. It felt like ages. Again his senses warped under the pressure of it. Was it oblivion approaching? The Samurai did not know. Could not know. Could not be, at all in that state.

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He awoke screaming and in pain, lying in his bed soaked with sweat.

“Shut the F&%@ up man we tryin’ ta sleep in here” said the other Prisoner in Ian’s cell. He had awakened that was all that he knew. Could know now.

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A little short story I wrote. Set in my Digital Reality Universe. Thinking about fleshing it out into full blown story. - TL

X = F – ((H*(A))/B) The Friday Time Theorem

The Friday Time Theorem

I know you are all sitting there wondering why the day is dragging by. This is simple. It is because of the Friday Time Dilation effect.

Simply stated as H, representing the Hour, approaches the event horizon, F, where F represents the time you can leave work, safely for all values. Time starts to slow down. That's right folks as Time gets closer to the end of the day, time does slow down.

I put it all into this handy question.

X = F – ((H*(A))/B)

F = Emancipation Time
H = Time, usually minute or hours approachig
A = Level of want for it to be F, I call it the Slacker Factor
B = Busy Factor
X = The level of time distortion

Genius isn’t it. And yes you are correct. What this means is that B, the Busy Factor also has an influence on the passage of time.

Now I don’t want to get into the fact of explaining if time we are dealing with here is A(T) actual time, or R(T) Reality time,

Or as I like to call it the Ixtli affect of intelligence on the local environment of space/time. That is for another day.

You can make it!

TGIF.

Kei Katan? Conversational Kalaykan.

Alright class time for another lesson in Kalaykan. (And I know people think this is a joke, but I have a pretty nice library of words and grammar building up here)

Kei - Rough Translation: “What? Huh? Pardon?” (Depends on the situation it was used in)

Katan - RT: Good, Good Happening.

Shitsudo - RT: A great Storm, or a Storm of Fate. Like a S-storm. Derived from twelve kokki.

Erzul - RT: Oh well? Shit Happens? What can yah do? (Verbal equivalent of a shrug)

Wal Jamas - RT: An offer of thanks. Thank you etc.

Phrase: Kei Katan - Rough Translation: What’s Good? What’s up?

That concludes todays lesson.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Proper methods for eating Post Grape-nuts

Well one of my favorite cereals happens to be Grape-Nuts. Or Perhaps "Crunchy Nuggets" as it is known by the generic store brand or Walmart brand.

Yes the cereal with the hard little nuggets.

There is a proper method to thoroughly enjoying this cereal. Rather, there is more than one way.

I will detail the three methods I know of.

1.) Eat it crunchy.
Usually for the imatient and those with strong teeth. Would not recommend to those with chipped teeth. Or weak jaws.

2.) Let it sit method.
I am a practicioner of this method. One pour cereal into a bowl, then add sugar (not that much really, or per your taste) Then let it sit for about 3 - 10 minutes. This depends on the level of crunchiness you want it to retain. When you return it will be nice and soft and yummy. NOTE: Be careful how much you put into the bowl before adding milk. This cereal has an incredible expansion factor. May want to refrigerate it while soaking, it will become room temperature. (I know some people like their milk like really cold when they eat their cereal. Others like it warmer. which segways into our third method.

3.) Cook 'Em.
This is a method I have only tried it a few times. Place the grape nuts into the bowl per usual. But then you microwave the incredients for a period of time. With the Cereals absorption factor and heat it turns into a kind of oatmeal like dish. Never managed to get it right on my few tries. May require much less milk

NOTE: I eat grape nuts mostly for the texture and fun of it. Its not really known as a "Taste" cereal. More like a plain granola, and depends on sweetness of milk.

Note to self: Need to do blog on "Food preferences: Texture, Food preferences: Taste, Food Preferences: Fun factor, also do Blog on B4D and B4L.

Thought of the Day

"Life just might be worth living, if she would smile at me like that"

:/

(^_^)

A most holy day has arrived!!

This day is a most auspicious day for people such as I.

For those of us who follow the Path and the Paradigm this one of our most Sacred of Days.

Yes today is April 1st. April Fools Day.

A day solely dedicated to the marvels of trickery and chicanery. Shills and Marks beware.

Though, don’t worry, you have nothing fear from me. As I practice the arts of Trickery and Grifting year round, I like to take this day off for rest and to admire the resonance of things. To look back upon the year and revel in my successes AND failures. I also use it to plan out my goals and schemes for the rest of the year.

Indeed you have a reprieve today from this Raven.

Though it could also be an elaborate ruse to get you to lower your guard just so I can strike with overwhelming force. Always keep in mind the truth. (~_-)?

Bless you all this day.

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“May you all find enlightenment by being knocked into Outside awareness.” – C. Ritchie, one of my teachers.

The Kalaykan Codec

What is Kalaykan?

Kalaykan is my attempts at creating a scratch built code language.

The scope has been a bit daunting but it shows some promise. I decided to use the English alphabet for my symbols as it is the most readily available to me and I am familiar with it.

Make no mistake though. This is not a rehash of English language with the letters mixed around. I am making up a new syntax and grammar structure. This is where the hard part comes in.

Part of a language is in codifying and programming of your own thought processes. So its hard to adopt rules and learn to rethink in a different way than we are initially brought up in. I sometimes wonder about this, in relation to Child Development, and how it would be possible to have an educated mind, but one free from language and cultural barrier and reality filters. Could such a mind function without a framework for sentience. ( I probably should look into this for further blogs)

I am still trying to work on the syntax. I want to go two different ways, still deciding on which. The real purpose is to have a functioning adaptable, yet down and dirty code language that you can talk in with security. I intended to add a layer of subtlety in the language so that it can be tricked out to deceive and be double edged. I am not a linguist however and it is rather hard. In any case some short Kalaykan.

“Adia Analsa Fallina en grati.” - Rough translation: Always help family in need

Aen – Roughly Translation: Hello, Goodbye, Yes?, Hey!

Mirda - is a possessive. It means my, but I am also deciding if it should mean I as well.

Lais - Attractive Person

Random Fact: Kalaykan makes no distinction in Feminine and Masculine. Only in direct reference to sex of character, medically.

Ohma – Mother, strictly biologically. There is no word for mom and dad, just Parent. Ohma can also mean a birthplace in slang.

Jakarutu translates to Existence wariness. I will be going into Jakarutu in a upcoming blog.

“Mirda caslaa verodinyr” – (b^_^)b