I’m redesigning my website and, as usual, these things take longer than you think they will. I feel like applying this to my own head, but I will persevere although it may take a while to get it right.
Categories: Modern life
… random observations from my journeys through a well-lived life
Remember the movie 8 1/2 weeks? Steamy. It was a ground-breaker, as I can recall. Folks were still timid about sex but this film really got them talking. Check out Kim Basinger’s slouchy white socks. Symbolic or what? And Mickey Rourke was so handsome in his pre-plastic surgery make yourself into a puppet to fight aging phase.
If you can get past the domination-submissive elements and focus on how the scene is crafted, you’ll find it quite enjoyable, from several perspectives. Sights and sounds together are a potent sensory combination. You’ll never remember the lyrics ‘I like bread and butter’ in the same way again. Yum.
Perhaps I could write a collection of short stories about fun with food outside the kitchen, and variations on eat everything on your plate or there’ll be no dessert. Ah, another worthy project…
Categories: Creativity
Tagged: fun with food, peel & heat
Why the hell does someone calling themselves ‘ssitemap’ troll my blog when I changed the threshold for comments? I’m trying to be open and accessible and what I get are strangely worded pseudo thoughtful snips of bafflegab with the names of designer goods attached to the posters’ names. I would have thought there was some sort of copyright infringement, but maybe there are just too many of these weasels to track down.
What the hell does this mean? I think some lonely wanker sitting in his jammies in mom’s basement probably wrote it in between viewings of grainy porn on RedTube.
Most women are very particular about what they wear and the way they look, most of them do not prefer to go out just wearing any thing, they first analyze and properly inspects the latest fashion trends and also what from that would suit them, what ever they wear should complement each other should also suit the occasion even their accessories should go well with attire they have worn. Huh? Is this dude from Project What Not to Wear? I’m certainly not writing about fashion.
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It’s like herpes of the internet…. I can’t believe people spend their days ‘creating’ this drivel. Those ‘cream faced loons’ are loathsome rampallians with no more wit than a stewed prune (thank you Will S.). A scurvy pox on all of them!
So I’m locking it up again. I have no bloody clue if anyone can comment normally…That won’t stop my writing daily. I’m in a groove!
Categories: Argument
Tagged: internet trolls, spamnation, wankers
Food, glorious food. The movie Oliver had a catchy tune about it. Get a load of that table. No wonder they called it a ‘groaning board’. If you ate everything that was there, you’d certainly groan as you stumbled away from the table in search of an antacid. Or a barf bucket.
I’m on a theme here. After all, I have to disengage gradually lest I have a relapse. This is not quitting smoking or drugs, so there’s no need to go cold turkey, as it were. See, ‘cold turkey’. Food. Brined in a savoury bath then smoked for six hours before roasting in the barbecue. I don’t feel bad. Turkey – the white meat, anyway – is low in fat and high in protein. No gruel for me, thanks.
Today wasn’t too bad. Ate lightly for breakfast and lunch, did a noon time walk, ate lots of fruit, baked potato (yes, 1 tsp. butter) along with some smoked turkey casserole and salad for supper. Popcorn for snack. No wine. Back on track.
Categories: Cooking & food, What I'm Doing
Tagged: Distractions
You might not believe it, but I got the inspiration for my decision this morning as I was making breakfast. I was leaning on the counter in the kitchen, staring at my breakfast sizzling in the pan on the stove, when it hit me that this is the kind of meal that keeps me fat. I enjoy the rituals of cooking, the sensory stroke of herbs and spices, the presentation of food on plate. That’s my downfall – getting caught up in the culinary experience.
The configuration of crispy maple bacon (fat, fat, fat), the over-easy egg with that yellow kosher-salted orb peeking out from the pepper-specked white (looking like a ballerina skirt to me). The yolk also rises (excuse me, Ernest Hemingway). I shook the pan and the yolk wobbled – perfectly cooked. The snotty bits were firmed up but the lovely (high cholesterol) innards were still juicy and would coat my buttered, freshly toasted olive sourdough bread with golden goodness.
A vision! Not of Jesus in my toast or lottery numbers floating in the pulp in my orange juice. If I’m to succeed, I have to learn to enjoy more judiciously. Yes I can. I will. Stop feeling like I’m missing something. What I’m missing is sight of my long-term goal.
You see, I’m a sensualist. Taste, textures, visuals, sounds, the eroticism of a spectrum of feelings can sweep me away. That’s my downfall but also my inspiration for writing. I enjoy almost everything.The feel of words on my tongue. Wallowing in a mouthful of good chocolate or the smooth warm pressure of lips on lips, fingers on flesh. I love the feel of it; I love to think about it.
Look at that photo on the left. I could whip up an erotic short story about that in 15 minutes – the buxom curve of fresh-baked brownies, the thick sweet rivulets of molten ooze, the dark, warm puddle glistening like a… See?
I am NOT a quitter. I’m getting back on my mindfulness wagon. I realize that I have to look at food as fuel and not pleasure. Reduce my preoccupation with it. Control the pleasure centre of my brain (for a while). Stop filling my Evernote with recipes for tasty treats made with butter or cream or marble-streaked meat. Reduce the amount of sugar (bye, bye cookies and cakes for a while) and fat. Move more, dammit. Drink more water. Wine on weekends and not whole bottles, either. Maybe one summer cocktail every couple of weeks as a reward for meeting a weight loss goal.
Can I achieve my goals? Hell yes. I’ve done more difficult things in my life. Managing what goes into my mouth should be (not) a piece of cake.
Categories: Butterbody, Things I'm Going to Do
Tagged: back on track
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