Posts tagged ‘play’

Life ain’t that hard, stuff-free stuff

Short and simple this time.

-If you can’t process lactose, stay the frak away from milk. Leave milk alone, use soy juice or coconut juice, and don’t you dare call any of it “milk”.
-If you can’t handle gluten, don’t eat it, but don’t substract gluten from stuff.
-The same goes for low-carb! Don’t eat carbohydrates if you don’t wanna, but leave them where they belong.
-If you need to drive, don’t drink. If you order an alcohol free beer – you better get drunk instead.
-If you don’t want to ingest sugar, fracking don’t. Live with the health conscious choice you made and do not use other stuff for substitute.
-Same for vegans. Conscious choice, deal with it. But don’t play with your soypaste and build yourself a fake steak. You want a sausage, either have sex, or get a real one.
-You want coffee? Drink coffee. You don’t want caffeine? Don’t drink coffee. The end.

In even shorter form: Can’t, or don’t want to, handle it? Live with it.

Stop over-complicating things. Stop cluttering the world with your filthy useless garbage! Otherwise we will soon have joyless joy, sexfree sex and playfree playtime.
Life ain’t that hard, stop taking things out of stuff where they belong in.

Take care,
A.

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Observations 170415

On recent stop with the family in a Café I made an observation.

People who sit there with their notebooks or tablets, and “write” or “work”, are actually sitting there to be seen.
They’re not writing/working. They are presenting themselves.

If you are in an inspirational flow, in my experience, you couldn’t care less for your actual surroundings. You do not go and seek out a Café to get your work done.
Perhaps it wouldn’t disturb you if you were “in the zone” and the cluttering, muttering and other noisy air around you buzzing with distraction.
But generally – nope. Just there to be seen.

Another sickening symptom of our ill fated times. Instead of writing great novels, plays, poetry, or getting that presentation done, people prefer to sit in one of the noisiest surroundings imaginable, to be seen.

I weep for all that ill guided creativity flushed down the drain of modern pop culturual, self delusional, narcissism.

Written, as usual, on the subway. Inspired by 15 minutes sitting in a café, annoyed by the cluttering, muttering, mumbling, humming, faint echo music playing, steaming, knocking, mess that is a Café (which includes Starfbucks on this one occasion)
A.

I was playing with chestnuts.

I gathered them, collected them, marvelled at the magnificently beautiful texture…would my mom have let me, I would’ve bathed in them!
We crafted stuff with them and during the fall, Chestnuts were as good as currency!

Of course, as with other childhood habits and valuables, chestnuts lost in value over time, and today I’m just smiling nostalgic, when I find one in the alley, and I have to use my skills from back then, to liberate it from its thorny shell…

And that’s the reason why I’m writing this: I keep finding them! 
There is a fracking daycare in that alley, schools are nearby, many kids live here!

There shouldn’t be a single one left!

What the frak is wrong with kids today? Are there virtual chestnuts? Do they pass a virus I’m unaware of?
No?
Then, what the frak?!

Sure, that pesky little moth is making the leaves of the chestnut trees fall in midsummer, as if it was late fall. Before, there are lumps in the leaves where the larvae grow. Some of the shells look lumpy as well, but still – they’re chestnuts! Grab for them with sticks, pry the shells open and get pricked a hundred times each!
DO IT!
It will be fun…

…my son will see them, marvel at them, cherish them and play with them, long before he gets a computer, a TV or gods forbid, a cellphone!
He should know a stick, before he can differentiate between an Ak47 and a Mac10 – just call it gun. And chestnuts before Euros…