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Nothing to Hide?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=SegAoSpHJck#action=share

What do you think?  A relative of mine sent me the above little soft rap selection.  I watched it, and listened to the words (which I could understand) and also to the message (which I could also understand.)

My relative is somewhat of a Libertarian…I am not.  But whether we are of either extreme or the middle, we may very soon have something to hide, simply to save our necks!

How unreal was it historically when someone raided the house where Anne Frank and her family were hiding like trapped bunnies? It happened, and it happened in my lifetime.  People were truly heroic to try to hide so-called “enemies of the chosen race”, because not only would Nazi power find their hidden friends, but they would be thrown onto the same wagons and carted off to places they would not return from.

This really happened.  How did the land of happy hausfraus and joyful beergardens and Father Christmas and all that become a land fraught with fear and the smoke of incinerators disposing of millions of dead bodies?  It was political.  It was a mind game.  It was a gradual power play that poisoned people’s minds and then scared them into clustering into the safest group possible to save their lives. It required a blind eye.  It required a nation of blind eyes.

Most of the people saluting the Nazis were people with blind eyes simply to save their own souls from the concentration camps.  They had better salute religiously, especially if they were not endowed with blue eyes and fair skin.  Dark haired regular Germans were especially avid about those salutes, I reckon.

There are not a lot of people on a list in my house.  I don’t have a campaign going on anything really.  I have a house full of people with differing opinions,  but we don’t defend them with vitriol or guns.  In this house there are both pro and con about a lot of issues.

But we love the truth.  All of us do love the truth, and fear the power of blind-eyedness.

I have this creepy feeling that I am being set-up…like a “pigeon-drop scheme“, where a con-man (or woman) befriends me and tells me how things are going to improve.  In the process, this clever person gets to know me very well…my fears, my interests, my address book, and my vulnerabilities.  They find out what I value most. Then they tell me to trust them with some of it. Then you know how the pigeon-drop scheme works.  Like a perverse “Sting.”

What the Nazis found was that people valued the souls of people and the lives of family more than anything. More even than freedom. Enough so that a LOT of hiding was going on in Germany.  Blondes with blue eyes and pale skins hiding brunettes with dark eyes and olive skins.  Words kept inaudible.  Identification papers were forged, or destroyed.  Paper trails were a deadly thing. For a while people simply went away in carts and never came back.  Gradually the truth came out.  Unbelieveable truth.  And people hid their eyes and let it continue.  It was only for “others”, this decimation machine.  They hid within the cloud of safety saluting the power people, to save their souls.

Are we afraid of such a thing happening to us here, now?   We are not afraid.  We, after all, are AMERICANS!  Proud, lucky, cocky, spirited citizens of this Free Country where we stand on the Constitution of the United States of America.

Look at what we stand on.  We are standing on an ideal that is eroding out from under us.  We are in a house build on sandy soil.

And there are termites in the posts and beams.

And we don’t want to see them.  We have our outer-images down pat, and are buoyed up with the attitude and lingo of free people, with rights, and privileges, and good lives.  We have nothing to hide.

But we are happily blind to what is happening to our country right out loud, in plain sight, in broad daylight.

People curse the truth rather quickly when it tears a hole in the underground activity.  We are so blind we don’t know a traitor from a hero.  The blind people are all running around looking for something to believe– for which speaker to trust.  Chaos is what happens when principles are broken down.

WE have nothing to hide. But THEY have something to hide.  The truth is coming out.  Let it!

We had better believe it and get busy.  It’s getting too late quickly.

Old Swimmer

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PALEO ISSUES: What Did You Catch Today, Honey?

THE UN-HUNTER SYNDROME – using a suction cup – hoping not to hurt the prey

THE UN-HUNTER SYNDROME

BZZT-BZZT-BZZT….Difficulty ahead for paleo newbies!

If I am to be Jane in this Paleo lifestyle, I am going to have to confront some life-long (shudder)”issues.”

On the coir doormat this morning was a warm wren.  Dead.  Just a moment ago alive.  Still warm.

My cat does not have ”issues” with killing wildlife.  He brought this trophy to me, as Tarzan might cheerfully bring me freshly killed meat which I am then supposed to cheerfully cut up and cook.

Sorry, but I have always been thankful that the grocery store delivers killed animals nicely tricked out in a cellophane covered white foam dish with a sticker on it.  I like the meat counter to be well away from where the carcasses hang, looking like late cattle or swine.

I have a dear artist friend who said, when I offered to share my rabbit skin glue (you see, we artists tend to be primal in some ways) “Of course no animals were harmed in the manufacture of this glue, right?”

She is a vegetarian.  I am not.  But I think we both love creatures of all kinds equally much, and that’s a LOT.

So I go through my little soliloquy to myself about man being charged with rule over animals, and the nasty laws of nature which requires animals to dine on one another, and also the reality that even we are subject to death being mortal, and that once the death event has occurred we have a different status that doesn’t (we trust) hurt.

Once dead, they are no longer inhabiting their body, I say to myself.  Like us, they are dancing around in some perfect environment where they don’t have to worry about being eaten any more.

That’s how I allow myself to cut into a whole fish, or shuck an oyster.  But what if I had to skin a lamb?

Thank goodness for the meat counter, is what I say.  I don’t want to dwell on the past when I grab a piece of beef, pork, lamb, chicken, or fish.  It’s food once it hits the meat counter.

SO that is why, when my son goes hunting for game which he intends to eat, I ask him if he “caught” anything.”   It seems nicer to me to imagine him leading an animal home and not having to do the killing part—not my own son, doing the taking of a life—and he smiles and says whether he “caught” an elk or not.  I really do not want to see something in his pickup that resembles majestic or even unattractive late animals.

What do others do to quell their natural affinity for living things, and for the miracle of life itself?  I’d love to know.   Do they compare the quickness of road-kill with the torture of death by predator, like I do?  And think it a blessing to get summarily whacked by a car?

Fellow Paleo/Primalists, we have to get a grip if we are to provide our own meals by foraging!  Thank goodness I am Jane in the year 2012 and following!  And thank goodness for the hunters who really use their “catch” at the dinner table, and not just for showing on the wall of their den.

And thank goodness for the leather my shoes are made of! Waste not, want not.

MeJane

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PALEO ? YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING!

Bisonlike drawing red…© Susan G. Holland

A NEW ADVENTURE IN EATING….STAY POSTED!

Deerlike drawing

Mama stubborn,  Daughter persistent,  Igluk to the rescue.

Stay posted… Mama moving from modern to primal… feeling like Jane.

My past several weeks have been spent in a sort of gastronomical time warp.  After resisting,  questioning, and criticizing the seemingly whacky diet my daughter has been touting, (and she has become so very thin and model-like and her husband has become so trim and un-diabetic looking) and having told my daughter “Enough!”, and having my daughter look crestfallen and sad, saying “Ok, but I’m giving you gold, and you’re trashing it, Mom,” ….after all that angst I did some research, including the all-important checking with my doctor.

Well, two doctors, actually.  The first one who has been a lovely person to me, but not at all proactive about finding out what’s the matter with me, waved off the concept, told me to eat anything I wanted, and that I was fine because I was not fat.

The NEW doctor is, indeed proactive,  quite well-spoken of in the medical community, and supportive of the paleo/primal diet idea! She said what I had been trying to find out for sure, i.e., “it’s a legitimate diet and may be a real help to you.”

SO!  Out goes bread and toast and peanut butter.  Out goes sugar in my coffee and syrup on my waffles.  Out go the waffles!

The idea is that Igluk did not find farmers cultivating grain or growing legumes, nor did he find manufacturers crystallizing sugar from beets or cane.  He did pick berries, and leaves, and fruit, however, and he did hunt and eat animals.  He found roots and tubers and ate them.  And he worked hard to find his food and to keep warm.  So did his wife.  (Jane, maybe?)

So instead of dousing our systems with carbohydrates — sugars and starches — we are now going to eat primal food only.  This will teach our bodies to draw on the fats and proteins and fiber and nutrients of earthy, basic, primal edibles for the energy it needs. And to quit drawing on sugars and starches.  You stop sugars and starches (yes, pasta, pizza, pie) and start on things you have resisted for health’s sake for years and years and years.  BACON! EGGS!  Cheese!  Butter! Steak!  And some things you avoided for years for your own preference’s sake, like liver, cabbage and collards, and turnips. The one potato you can munch on is sweet potato..it’s a tuber, so that’s okay.

Well, there are other frills, like not eating anything but raw milk products, and not eating beans!  (the musical fruit, we call them.)

I’m not going that far– my milk will come from the supermarket.   Tarzan discover fire; Jane heat raw milk over fire, get pasteurization.  Jane believe pasteurization good.  But my much loved cheeses often come from raw milk — and even caves in Switzerland!(** see addendum)  That is so wonderful to be able to eat them and feel virtuous!

No colas, and no orange juices– full of the wrong things to swig down.  NOT JUICE?  Nope, too much sugar to introduce.  Eat fruit sparingly, like I used to eat cheese.  Hmm.

As I type I am sipping on a soup I made that turned out so surprisingly delicious I have my housemate craving it.  Sweet potatoes, onions, chicken, a bit of dandelion broth!!!!,  some tomato sauce, lots of chicken broth, a bit of white wine, and even a few sections of tangerine!  Spices to make it savory and a bit of lemon juice.  I top it with a lovely sauce of thin sliced cucumbers in plain yoghurt with a LOT of dill weed and some scallion rings.  It is absolutely yummy.

Not everything I have made is yummy.  The dandelion broth, for instance.  I had to add some maple syrup (straight from the tree) to it and freeze it to debitter it some.  But the stuff is great for adding in small amounts to give character to a meat dish, and the dandelion turns out to be a fantastically nourishing green.  Maybe I should go into selling fresh dandelion greens and roots? I’ve got plenty to share in the convenient patch outside our house that used to be lawn.

Yes, I have apparently lost four pounds…and I notice it gone from the spots that seems too pudgy to me.  My belly and waist are noting the difference, though I was not aiming to lose weight.

I was sick this winter…really.  I couldn’t seem to get better.   Now I am actually getting better!  I actually am not sleeping all day and getting short of breath and feeling light headed and getting every ailment that comes along.  I can do work again!  I can think about filling orders for art objects again.

Is it all the diet?  Yes, I do think that has made a huge change.  Like my new doc said it would.  She said not to bother worrying about LDL and other such chronic worries; that it would all align properly once my body got used to the new regimen.

Am I happy?   So far, I am surprised and surprisingly happy!  I am pleased to tell my daughter that she was right on.  She is smiling a lot, and sharing recipes.   She out-stubborned me, and got me to try it.  Imagine!

Old Swimmer  (Jane)

** Addendum: Imagine my delight when I discovered THIS TREASURE while looking for a really good gruyère to put in a home made French Onion Soup!  It was in my lone grocery in a remote town along the Olympics side of the Hood Canal!  Who would have thought?  Well, it was ten dollars a pound,  but it’s so very very very yummy.

On my cave-aged gruyère cheese find: CLICK

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Shall I Feed My Compost Hydrocodone?

(not Paleo related)

Recently I was given a prescription for a pain killer after a nasty dental surgery,  and I found it powerful to help me sleep through pain,  but horrible to get rid of when I wanted to.  I suffered withdrawal in the form of sleeplessness until I weaned myself off more slowly by taking less and less each time.  Now I have the greater part of these pills in my medicine cache, wondering whether to flush them, crush them, or simply feed them to my Compost Pile.

Why not let them be digested that way?  I spent some time in the shower trying to figure out if hydroco biodegrades when sent down our gullets,  and if so, why not let it biodegrade in the innards of a hot compost pile.  Same difference, it seems to me.

Why is is okay for me to send digested hydrocodone into the septic tank, but not okay for me to set it free in the environment?

I’m not MANUFACTURING the stuff, after all, and am not sending huge amounts down the water supply to my neighbors.

Anyone know?  I’m not fixating about this,  but I am asking rhetorically whether things designed to work in human digestion systems are really all that terrible to release back into nature.  Didn’t the ingredients exist in nature once anyway?

What do distillers do with the fermented mash?  All of a sudden I am alive with wonderings and lay-theory.

Anyone know?

Old Swimmer

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“wwwp5k” invites me to the 5K—and I’m…

Old Swimmer not believing a 5K request

Old Swimmer prone regarding an invitation to run the 5K

(not paleo related)

NOTE: This post was written before my daughter assailed me with Paleo propoganda… you can see I was not such a peppy person!

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Here I am looking at my feet from a prone position in my bed with the lovely April sunshine beckoning me to run/walk a 5K in solidarity with WordPress.

I wish!

Another appointment today to find out what in the world is keeping me prone most of the day and making my good muscle tone into wet spaghetti, and how I would like to do the recommended build-up exercises in prep for a 5K run/walk/crawl.

Well, this year I have to regret… but maybe next year.   I hope at least a mention of “wwwp5k” will get my blog freshly pressed (I wondered what you have to do to get into those things), and I hope people will look up oldswimmer.wordpress.com and find my soliloquies and rants in several active blogs I am writing to regularly.  Hey, I could swim 5K in small increments in the bathtub, come to think of it!

Old Swimmer

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The Marketing Glitch: i.e., they are not shopping for “me”, they are shopping for something that is “them.”

I look at the arty black and spare screens where you can’t figure out what opens the thing, and when you find something small in the field of blackness you pick at it with your cursor hoping something will happen so you can see something.

Some time ago I read a book on direct mail advertising.  Now the internet has taken over the direct mail concept– BIGTIME!  But I am wondering whether my lack of followers might be explained by recalling what surprising advice was in that book:

The Direct Mail experts adamantly insisted that trying fresh, new approaches to advertising wares was simply not going to work.  They taught their readers that one MUST look for the existing direct mail formats and copy them as closely as possible to even get a viewing.

This is not what a creative person likes to hear.  Stay in the lines… copy the template…. keep originality out of it!  Then you will sell stuff.

WHAT?  Of course they were right,  or at least, my versions of direct mail advertising were wrong.

Is it different with the internet?  I see featured snips of other people’s blogs and web promotions, but mine is never among them.  And I think my presentations are at least better than some of what I see.

The “market” reminds me a lot of other institutional entities.  The first that comes to mind is school (I mean k-12), where you find that one wears certain kinds of clothes and talks a certain slang and fixes one’s hair a certain way (it was ponytails and pompadours when I was in Jr. High School), in order to be other than alien.  But being “other than alien” is only the first step.  One had to be outstandingly cool, it seemed, to get to sit at the “popular table” in the cafeteria.

Is this still true?  Does my website or blog have to have a certain “this-year”s” look and language to get noticed?

Is this what I should do? Should I have such an enigmatically esoteric splash page that people have to spend five minutes figuring it out? Or a shocking statement at the top, or a controversial nude front and foremost?  (I admit, I have tried some of these things, and the resulting comments are usually from some unsavory source that causes me to put it in the spam/recycle bin immediately without opening it.  I save the short list of “real” responses like I save corsages from the old high school dance!!)

If mystery is what my website needs, I will certainly not make the grade.  Mine, like me, just presents itself as what it is, no special “Gaga” novelties or amazing things frolicking across the screen, or no haunting music that emanates slowly enough that you wonder if your computer is finally groaning to a stop.

No, my website has big words (so I can see what I’m doing)  and they pretty much say what I’m wanting you to know.  Then it has pictures of what I do. I may be kidding myself that you are interested in some background about what I am doing, so I tell a story.  Yes, I rattle on some.  I often go back, embarrassed, and take out whole chunks of what I have published the day before.  So I agree that I need to edit before publishing.

My nature is to be cheerfully friendly, sharing freely, telling truths, admitting human nature type foibles, and believing that others may like that I am like them in some of these ways.

It doesn’t sell.  After all, they are not shopping for ME.  They are shopping for something that is “them”.

This is where the glitch lies.

I need an agent.  I need someone who is out there shopping in the market all the time, knowing what people are crowding around and buying.  My nature is that I don’t shop!  And I don’t crowd around things that others are crowing around.  I like the exception.  I like to find the one-in-a-million.

My blindness is that I keep forgetting that other people are not like me… that’s why I make art the way I do.  No one else has made it.  That’s why it needs to be made.

Anyone know an agent?

Old Swimmer

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The Fall of Facebook?

I got off Facebook about four months ago because I was just unhappy with a lot of things about this social network that I joined just to keep in the loop with my family. I miss the daily interactions on the fly very much, but my day has a lot more hours in it and the accumulated minutes “following” people I don’t really know were, indeed, an investment I could do without.

It’s entertainment, really, and general snoopiness! Someone opened the lid of the candy bin and everyone is addicted, I think.

Now I read that Facebook has apparently shot itself in the foot! See this link for the article.
http://news.cnet.com/8301-31322_3-57324406-256/how-facebook-is-ruining-sharing/

Isn’t it odd the way explosive growth and success can make giants tumble?  When success starts to become its own taskmaster and the instigators become addicted to dramatic growth — that’s when it seems the trouble comes.  The fast horse is flayed into an injured state and stops being a healthy horse.  This is the beginning of a fall.

 

 

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