Sleep-deprived hallucinations?

[purpletigron]

Coughed myself awake at the same point in my sleep rhythms again (05:00 most mornings this week), and whilst making a hot drink, realised that the bread in the machine could use a quick hand-knead enhancement. The action is theraputic, and thought-provoking (and makes a heart-shaped pattern on the work surface :-)

Picture yourself way back when... And there's a bunch of hot-shots ... who, "instead of being normal, responsible, adult humans, going hunting and foraging every day, and eating a balanced diet of leaves, roots, stems, fruits, nuts, seeds, insects and a little meat, maybe a smear of grain porridge ... decide that it's big and clever to artificially grow patches of grass just round the back of the huts, and then do all sorts of strange processes to the grass seeds, crushing them to powder, and then re-constituting them with beer, and leaving lumps of the goop lying around on stones, and putting it in the fire, finally turning out this puffy, squishy stuff that sort of sticks to the roof of your mouth ... and then deciding that they want to spend all day playing with mud, and bits of wood, and rock, supposedly trying to make 'better' tools and bowls and huts and all these things that we already have which already work perfectly well ... and instead of eating proper food, just chowing down on that puffy, squishy stuff they call 'food' (or is it, 'bread'?). Is it any wonder that they feel bloated, and get stuffed up, or get the runs? Do they even care what this is doing to their insides? It'll all end in tears, I tell you..."

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[crazysoph.livejournal.com]

*chortle*

decide that it's big and clever to artificially grow patches of grass just round the back of the huts

Yeah, and what happens when the tribe has to move on, next week after the snows?

Although, I have to say, especially after my experiments with naan type bread baked on a non-glazed tile... there's no hesitation for me, with the crusty/soft interior thing going on with this substance. Hooked from the get-go, that's me.

Crazy(now, if they'd have made a better loom, that would be worth the upheaval...)Soph

[purpletigron.livejournal.com]

Someone who is also mad enough to appreciate my warped sense of the interesting :-)

So ... this junk food is strangely addictive as well, eh? I wonder what they put in it ... tomato* extract, or something???? * one of the richest natural sources of MSG :-)

Meanwhile, something else you're particularly suited to appreciate: I had nightmares last night about missing aikido training. I really wanted to go on Thursday and Friday - I arranged to be back from Wales in time - but then the throat infection, and being shattered, and having my boys around (G was working at the office this week, but they'll both be away next week) ... so we sagged in front of Angel instead. And so I dreamed that Sensei got upset at me :-(

[crazysoph.livejournal.com]

Yeah, although I might put it down less to sinister additives than to my own tendencies to sensation-seeking, with all that crunchy-outside-chewy-inside business... the marketeers sure were busy back in prehistory! ;)

I'm glad to "see" you like this - goodness, nearly real-time! but sorry for the insomnia that's the cause.

Also sorry about the nightmares about aikido... I suppose that would be the "missing the test" theme, re-tooled to fit your specific situation. *pout* Especially sad, since I thought (but, alas, cannot find) some saying of O-Sensei about aikido being a banquet to which all were invited and none censured if one had to leave...

Still, even knowing that has not saved me from my own moments of anxiety when training has illuminated a difficulty or issue of my own...

Crazy(maybe it was just a demon, wearing your sensei's face... *teasing wink* with the archaic language set here)Soph

[purpletigron.livejournal.com]

Heh :-) Yes, good to see you - I'm remembering seeing you both at Novacon I think 2 years ago? and feeling wistful that you're not going to be there today.

Maybe it was a demon wearing my sensei's face... I hadn't heard the banquet quote before...

[crazysoph.livejournal.com]

Except it had been dear_hubby on his own at that Novacon... I haven't been to a one since before we moved to Ireland. You were very kind to him, though, and he had a good time.

But, point taken, I'm wistful, too, about not getting to be at a convention. But - Mary Heiny Sensei, teaching here!! *capers happily about*

I hope I didn't invent the quote, I have a very nagging memory of having encountered it "somewhere", which leads to classic frustration... it's more poignant given that (I'd just been reminded) the early days of aikido were only for students already proficient in another martial art. (Which I can kinda understand, even though I have a vague memory of having heard of it, at the time, and thinking what a shame it was because I had no other martial art I could study at the time. But I rationalize it now, as a case of getting the knowledge out to the greatest number of people who could take it in more easily, as soon as possible...)

You have a good time, be kind to yourself, and recover. The "demon" remark comes from my own realization that sometimes the little voices telling me I've done something inadequately are in fact not my best self; if they tear down with no good prospect of positive transformation, I suspect self-hate, which is always cruising for a chance...

Crazy(and waving merrily between the break-falls!)Soph

[purplecthulhu.livejournal.com]

I realise I was munging Novacon and The Wrap Party in my memory!

Why not ask about the quote on aikido? :-)

Novacon was fun, but still a bit adrift with secondary smoke... cough!

[purpletigron.livejournal.com]

Oops :-)

[purplecthulhu.livejournal.com]

This could make an interesting little SF story you know...

But then by having beer in the equation these people are probably already settled down and doing much that is unnatural and requiring tools. Naturally leavened (lambic?) or unleavened would probably come first.

[purpletigron.livejournal.com]

I was assuming 'beer' as lambic fermented grain porridge at this stage :-)

[carandol.livejournal.com]

We were learning about the dangers of bread in our history course last week. In the 14th century, bread was the staple, with meat and vegetables as "extras". As Europe became more and more over-populated, and there was no more land that could be farmed at that tech level, food prices started to rise. The price of bread quadrupled. At the same time, with the increasing population, incomes were falling. People were spending more and more of their income on food, and more and more of that food was bread, because meat and vegetables were seen as luxuries. This led to more bread production, and less production of meat and veg, thus exacerbating matters. The population suffered from more and more deficiency diseases. By the time the Black Death came along, everyone was so unhealthy anyway that there wasn't much chance of fighting it off.

So I guess it did all end in tears.

[vgnwtch.livejournal.com]

Fast forward a few hundred years and there were the bread riots. Love of bread is the root of all evil!

It's been around 1am that I've been coughing myself awake this week. I blame you - obviously you're sending Cough Vibes through the ether to NJ where they're reaching me an hour later. Yep. That's a good, sound scientific explaination.

Waah!

[purpletigron.livejournal.com]

I hope you didn't get my 03:30 cough vibes this morning, then :-(

[purpletigron.livejournal.com]

I'd not quite appreciated that sequence of problems...