7:01pm, August 31, 2014 | 3 notes

Aug 4: Sunset Falls tomato.

Liminal

3:02pm, August 31, 2014 | 2 notes

For the past few months now, I’ve been in a liminal state: a state of transition or flux, an in-between area, on a journey that has started and will likely end up somewhere, sometime, probably.

Sasha described it like this: When having been in one box and en route to be inside another, while outside any boxes, one sees everything, and is thus able to examine and question everything.

I think of it this way also: I don’t have, or can’t rely on, the old structure of my life, and I haven’t yet adopted a new structure.  So I can’t evaluate things using the same structures that I had before.  I can’t easily label something as “good” or “bad”, I simply take it for what it is—even more than usual!  

While in this state, I’ve found I’m also receptive to new experiences, and free to explore “deep thoughts”.  I went on a date recently and ended up talking about evolution; the idea of a collective species memory that reaches beyond generations; language and semantics; the idea of core identity versus situational identity; and so on.  And while away for work recently, I had similarly deep conversations with many others: what is knowledge; why is math useful…  

In the past several months, I’ve also availed myself of rare and extraordinary experiences—most of which I can’t write here about—the kind of things that I might not normally do for lack of time or energy, or because I might think it too strange or too dangerous.

This state is temporary.  It is necessarily temporary, because I will go crazy thinking about these things for too long and living this lifestyle!  In some ways I’m eager to have structure again to prioritise my thoughts and limit my activities to the safe and comfortable and productive.  But, of course, I’m awed by this state and the things I’ve lately experienced—both passively and actively.

I have no regrets.  
I have no doubts.  
I have little fear.

I feel sharp and hardened and unafraid.
I feel fluid.
I feel empowered to pursue any whim I may have.

It’s a wonderful state of mind, and I intend to enjoy it.

10:31pm, August 27, 2014

I’m back in Winnipeg!  But give me a few days to rest and catch up on stuff before I can get things queued up again here.

#meta  #I'm home 

You can enjoy something without having to comprehend it. You can appreciate a melody without knowing what notes it consists of. You don’t need to “get” me or what I do. I’m not here to be understood, I’m here to be experienced. I’m not here to impress you. I’m here to party with you…

What’s all the rest of this madness for otherwise? What are all our ceaseless efforts for if not to earn us moments of pure euphoria and elation? Are we not meant to be in a state of energized enthusiasm about our own existence? Isn’t that an evolutionary survival technique anyway — so that we want to stay alive and press on — because we have joy to look forward to? I’m pretty sure that the end result of all our work, all our battling, and all our pain and suffering isn’t to see how serious and grim we can be. The darker the world, the more we must increase our efforts to stay in the light — and to defend that light from the encroaching shadow. If there is such a thing as evil, it wants nothing more than to have us believe that feeling joy is wrong.

We must be brave enough to wholeheartedly deny all the forces working to crush our spirit. We must not let devastation and death remove the joy from life. Existence is confusing and challenging enough as it is. Taking it too seriously and removing the few opportunities for unadulterated cheerfulness does not alleviate us of this burden — it weighs us down further and saps our strength until all we can do is plod along towards the void without any relief. The more appropriate response to life is to remain at play and in awe, not to mock the severity of our collective plight, but to truly stay engaged in the bewildering and ferocious grandeur of this adventure we’re on together. Whether we like it or not, we were all invited to this party and we must work to have the best time we can while we’re all here.

Having the strength to smile, to stay close to joy, and to stay close to each other will see us through our darkest and most challenging ordeals. It’s not as easy as being glum and cold, but it’s worth the extra effort. Believing that joy is wrong is the most violent disrespect to our inherent nature as loving, pleasure seeking creatures. Let us elevate ourselves and embrace our highest and mightiest capacity for happiness. This life is our chance to unleash as much joy onto the world as we can. Let us make that joy together. Let us cheer each other up and cheer each other on. Let us party and party as hard as we can. After all, we can’t save the world in a bad mood.

7:01pm, August 27, 2014 | 402 notes

Musician and all-around great dude Andrew W.K. answering a reader’s criticism that his belief in partying makes it difficult to take him seriously.

The whole response is beautiful. This is particularly poignant this week:

The darker the world, the more we must increase our efforts to stay in the light — and to defend that light from the encroaching shadow.

Never think you’re insignificant, my friends. You’re all invited to party with me.

(via cognitivedissonance)

(via this-is-eirikur)

#reblog  #joy 
3:01pm, August 27, 2014 | 1 note

I’m…really uncertain what I like least about this bottle of stir fry sauce.

I’m…really uncertain what I like least about this bottle of stir fry sauce.

7:01pm, August 26, 2014

Sometimes all I need is a little plate of cheese and berries to cheer me up after an exhausting, emotionally draining day.

Smoked (processed) gouda, smoked asiago; and wild blueberries, raspberries and blackcurrants that I’d picked by hand.

3:02pm, August 26, 2014

Learning how to stir-fry / make chow mein.

Cauliflower, broccoli raab, and paneer.

7:01pm, August 25, 2014 | 3 notes

Aug 4: I think my parents are out to prove something about the length of their cucumbers…

Aug 4: I think my parents are out to prove something about the length of their cucumbers…

3:02pm, August 25, 2014 | 2 notes

Pardon the accidental finger.  I saw this in a parking lot near work.

Pardon the accidental finger.  I saw this in a parking lot near work.

7:01pm, August 24, 2014 | 1 note

Aug 4: Harvesting nasturtium seedheads.

Nasturium seedheads form clusters of three seeds.  I’m picking them in the hopes of brining/pickling them for culinary use.

3:01pm, August 24, 2014 | 4 notes

Still learning how to make stir fries / chow mein.

Still learning how to make stir fries / chow mein.

7:01pm, August 23, 2014

Aug 2: Swamp milkweed flowers beginning to turn to seedheads.

3:02pm, August 23, 2014 | 1 note

Learning to make stir fries and chow mein.

7:01pm, August 22, 2014 | 3 notes

Aug 2: Perennial herb bed.  My golden lemon thyme is coming along!

3:02pm, August 22, 2014 | 2 notes

Aug 2: A Black Krim tomato is nearly ready for picking in the tomato bed.