August272016
August262016
“Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius — and a lot of courage — to move in the opposite direction.” Ernst Schumacher

(Source: straightlinelogic.com)

8PM
you’re supposed to act surprised & baffled that Africa regressed, and propose more uplift & outreach

you’re supposed to act surprised & baffled that Africa regressed, and propose more uplift & outreach

4PM
Daughter asks for a weekend getaway with dad
that must include 1) fog, 2) rain, 3) chill, 4) ocean, 5) forest, 6) quaint out-of-the-way small towns which time forgot
I ask her if she’s ok smelling a lot of marijuana

Daughter asks for a weekend getaway with dad

that must include 1) fog, 2) rain, 3) chill, 4) ocean, 5) forest, 6) quaint out-of-the-way small towns which time forgot

I ask her if she’s ok smelling a lot of marijuana

11AM
10AM
Farmers & scientists race to keep you alive

Farmers & scientists race to keep you alive

9AM
9AM
August252016

(Source: twitter.com)

11AM

Day 5

the doctor recommended diet: nothing animal & nothing processed

the gatherer part of hunter-gatherer

I’m not suffering at all - in fact I’m insufferable…

..at the grocery store I already look down on other shoppers with pity

don’t they know what they’re doing to themselves ?!?!


I’m reminded…

as a poor hippie in Boulder in the late Seventies, I had to sell blood plasma to cover the rent. and to pay for the peanut butter I lived on.

well, one day the vampires revoked my privileges.

it was embarrassing

some background: you’re in a recliner, they take a pint, but leave the needle in your arm because they’re going to centrifuge the plasma out and give you your red blood cells back. Yes, all the “clients” are down & out.

I’m stretched out there, defenseless, waiting for my red blood cells back, when a glowering nurse marches out of the lab with a bag of blood held out at arm’s length, like it was icky contaminated.

she wanted me (and the world) to know it was my blood. and that the top half of the bag, floating above the regular blood, was brown peanut butter. she knew precisely what it was.

half the stuff flowing through my veins was literally, physically peanut butter. I saw it with my own eyes.

“Do you want your blood back? We don’t want it.”

at that stage in my life I had other priorities than mere health, and put the episode out of mind.

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