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Nothing to Hide?


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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The Fragility of the Good Life

Here is a quote from my AWAD (A Word A Day) feed this morning:

“The skylines lit up at dead of night, the air-conditioning systems cooling empty hotels in the desert and artificial light in the middle of the day all have something both demented and admirable about them. The mindless luxury of a rich civilization, and yet of a civilization perhaps as scared to see the lights go out as was the hunter in his primitive night.” -Jean Baudrillard, sociologist and philosopher (1929-2007) 

I am guilty of being somewhat of a Jeremiah (which was the word of the day today), in that I have been frightened about the fragility of the internet.  While I have been worrying about this for some time, my closest community has sort of rolled eyes and chalked it up to my being a worry-wart, as they say.

But now the headlines are talking about the very real threat of cyber warfare.  I was not really crying wolf, it seems.

This does not make me cheerful (as in “I was right…see?”)  but rather really really worried now.  The Information Age hangs on such a corruptible thread!  We have been joyfully reveling in the ability to communicate freely and often and somewhat “securely” with anyone in the world at any time we want for a decade or more now.  The old fashioned means of interaction have nearly become obsolete by virtue of inactivity.  When was the last time I wrote a handwritten note and sent it by USPS?  Well, even so, the USPS is using computerized systems to sort and route mail, and if those failed, even an express-mail letter would have a very difficult time getting from my place to, say, some place in the middle of New Mexico, or Taipei.

How easy is it to disrupt a whole hunk of country simply by weather damage to power stations and transmission towers?  In my part of the country we still have outages that can last for days and days, simply by virtue of a wind, or ice storm.

Batteries only last a little while.  The gas pump works by computer.  So does the checkout station at the gas station and at the supermarket.  Our phones are dependent on systems that are computerized, and radio and TV stations are too.

So do we remember how to wash clothes without washing machines?  Do we even have clothes pins to hang up the clothes after we are finished using the washboard?  Can we cook over a fire anymore?  Do we have fuel for such things?  When we run out, are there alternative fuels we might use?  On our property?

Would we be able to function without banks dispensing money to us on demand?

I am seeing a frozen world, in my imagination, here in Seattle WA, with nothing moving but anxious and panicky people…moving desperately around in a wilderness with no amenities.  I am visualizing a world that puts everyone on the same democratic level as everyone else,  with many of us asking the street people for tips on how to get from one day to another without heat, food, clothing.

Not a bomb would need to drop to disable an entire country.  Are we vulnerable?

Old Swimmer

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PALEO: Transition, Eh?


MeJane is going through a “transition”, apparently, and I understand this is a normal happening for a Paleo/Primal newbie.  I have had the initial euphoria and feel-good experience.  But my system is wanting to know how long this protein heavy diet is going to be going on, and whether we can go back to the old slaphappy diet of whatever-you-want-whenever-you-want and plenty of it.

I’m not angry or worried, really.  Just  a little out of whack.  My hands small like coconut oil and my kitchen smells like bone broth, and I have tallow on my kitchen tools. Suddenly I feel like I’m in a foreign land where I am feeling shakey about the street system.

I’m just going through an introspective, self-absorbed, curious and slightly lonely passage right now, and I am wondering whether there are a sort of “doldrums” that everyone comes on?

But I’m a grown-up and I am still smiling.  My energy is a little iffy because I am tired after a busy (for me) day, and I keep thinking I need a nap, but I have a lot of stuff in my brain’s “back room” because I’m in another sort of transition…well, several, really, if you count that I’m getting older in a sort of sprint lately.  Moving to my children’s town will help me and them with my state of flux.  I have great children and a lovely tribe of grand children of all ages and talents.

OKAY, what’s this POLL?    I thought I might simply collect people’s experiences with their Paleo diet when they were first starting off.  Everyone has some sort of transition, I am sure, and some are quite dramatic, and others less so.  Comments would be the easiest way to do this, I think.

If I can get people to share stories about their first steps down this lumpy path– was anyone’s really smooth at first??- – I can put the data together in a sort of case history style, using real or fictitious names, and with approval given, could publish here a small study of the pilgrims back to the Paleolithic lifestyle.

Things that might be interesting to write about:

How did you get on this path?
What was your chief motivation ?
What were your hesitations/ fears?
What were the reactions of family and peers?
How fast did it make a difference in your health?
What things did you misunderstand and later figure out?
How hard was it to stay true to the diet while at work or traveling?
Did you have a coach, a group, or anyone supporting you?
What in the world did your regular doctor say about it?
What was the hardest part, for you? How did you handle it?
Has it been worth it, so far?
What’s the BEST thing about living this kind of lifestyle?
Do you yearn to go back to the old days of traditional diets?

I’ll be very happy if you participate.  It might be very helpful to other newbies like me.

With thanks for your support, Paleo/primal community.



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Bisonlike drawing red…© Susan G. Holland


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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