Archive | March, 2011

Food (or, the value of starting small)

28 Mar

Oh god.

Food.

The endless debate.

Where to even start.

My own shady history? My desire to be vegetarian since before I can remember?

Perhaps a recount of the time I came to the conclusion that I was going to need to eat three meals a day for the rest of my life? (Yes, yes, epiphanies are ridiculous).

Perhaps it is safer to start less personal. On more solid ground. With the carbon argument. The water argument. The many sides of the local argument. The organic argument. The in-season argument. The preservatives and additives argument[1]. The community argument.

The nutritionist’s argument(s) (they generally don’t agree). The nautropath’s argument(s) (they don’t agree either).

The “eat-the-colours-of-the-rainbow” argument[2].

But no. Those starting places are too specific. Better to start broader with a portrait of food; my portrait of food.

Perhaps tied in with the cultural landscape? (Let him eat lamb!) Or the ethical landscape?

Or are we getting too non-specific now? Perhaps just the Greek view then? Or the animal rights view?

What about my own list of definitions, with experiences? But would this include the freegan? (What about how I didn’t know I was going freegan?)

AAAAARGH. AAAAARGH.

So we end, of course, where we should have began.

With advice received from two highly trusted sources (or sauces, whichever you prefer):

“Eat Food. Not Too Much. Mostly Plants” (Michael Pollan)

“Eat Food You Like” (My beautiful, amazing, light-filled cousin)


[1] With witty comments like “mould doesn’t grow on 90% of food in the supermarket because mould isn’t stupid!” Thanks Michael Pollan!

[2] Which begs the question, what happens at the other end?

<3 The interweb

25 Mar

three-reasons-to-love the interweb:

1.       The double complete rainbow

2.       The joy of RSS

3.       Endless linking. Around and around and around.

One reason to travel

21 Mar

Last night I was asked why I travel.

I paused.

Why do I travel?

Perhaps it is the new experiences? The challenge? The stories? The solitude?

Running from something? he asked pointedly. Or looking?

Looking for something I answered, with a smile.

A searcher! he proclaimed. And the conversation heartily moved on. To my favourite thing in the world.

Another pause. A long pause.

OK.

How could I have never thought of what my favourite thing in the whole world is? I have so many favourite things! It is a huge joke between me and a friend – I have a favourite EVERYTHING, he has a favourite NOTHING. Favourite person. Favourite day of the year. Favourite green coloured food.

But an absolute favourite of favourites? To end all favourites?

Surely I must have thought of this before?

But, I hadn’t.

Actually though, I knew right away. (And it wasn’t travel.)

That, is a reason to travel.

Wherever you go, there you are.

And despite living with you, day in day out, you can still be a very surprising place.

<3 Living with my brother

16 Mar

three-reasons-to-love living with my brother:

  1. Access to all things food – cooking, dining and farmers markets
  2. Hearty Seth-Godin-style opinions and kicks up the back side
  3. Endless amounts of hilarity

Communicating in Mauritius (or, the value of patience)

14 Mar

Getting my point across has been exceptionally difficult – even though everyone speaks very good English.

Firstly, there is the issue of the three national languages. Which are all used. All the time.

In a business setting people speak English. In a formal setting, and on the radio and news, people speak French. To each other they speak Kreole.

I went to a meeting with government officials. During the meeting they spoke in English. Half-way through the meeting, the man next to me leaned over and asked me a question. In French. (Speaking to women in French is considered polite). At the end of the meeting, one of the officials was trying to understand a technical concept. Explanations erupted in Kreole.

Which all means I go from mostly understanding, to understanding a little, to understanding nothing.

So while struggling through the accents, I also have needed to struggle through the thought process of whether I actually can understand what is going on.

Secondly, the Australian accents strikes again. Whenever I say ‘two’ people think I am saying ‘three’. No one understands “Monique”, until I say “French for Monica”

(Oh, Monique! They proclaim. Saying it exactly how I said it).

And when I was trying to get the third installment of my rabies vaccination I had to keep explaining that it was for me, not for my baby.

(Why do you want to get a babies vaccination if you are not pregnant? As a precaution?).

Finally, methods of explaining things and providing directions have a different flavour to that in Australia. Learning this method is like learning a new language – often I feel like a 5 year old. I think part of the reason for this might be that they are using the logic of a different language while speaking English.

I remember this from when I was speaking Spanish full time – my English changed to words and phrases that I could say in Spanish. It didn’t make my English wrong, it just made it - different.

I haven’t even come close to getting the hang of this yet, but here are a few examples of what are coming to be very standard conversations:

Me: “Would it be possible for you to do X?”

“I don’t know”

Me: “Would it be possible for you to check?”

“I don’t know if it is possible”

Me: “Please check for me”

“OK I will check for you and get back to you”

 

Me: “I would like to speak to Y”

“You cannot speak to Y.” Silence.

“Can I call back at another time?”

“You can call back in 10 minutes”

*10 mins later* Repeat of this conversation, followed by previous “X” conversation.

 

Me: “I need to do Z”

“You cannot do Z”

Me: “OK. Well, what would you do if you needed to do Z? Should I get someone else to do Z?”

“OK, you can do Z. You go straight through the main counter, before turning straight to the otherside.”

It might seem here that people are being unnecessarily unhelpful, but I do not think that this is the case. People are trying to help, and when they do finally understand what I am trying to say they are more than happy to help.

I have actually had people take me by the hand and show me what “turning straight to the other side” means.

So I am starting to think – with some patience, and a bit of luck – I might actually get there!

<3 Other people's children

10 Mar

three-reasons-to-love 0ther people’s children:

  1. Playing with lego for an afternoon is actually a heap of fun
  2. You can laugh at their mischief and tell them that it is very impressive
  3. They are always excited to see you (See point 1)

Special thanks to the Asteroid, Pineapple and Jaguar for this post”s inspiration!

You can only trace your path backwards, not forwards (or, the value of doing things you don’t like, sometimes)

7 Mar

I have always had a problem with doing things that I do not see value being derived from.

Right now I am watching my brother relax, reading a book [1], while I am writing a blog post. And I am angsty because I am trying to figure out exactly what I am actually going to do with all this writing.

This reminds me of last night I went to a friend’s paella dinner party. I love my friend. She has endless amounts of patience and understands me well. I always enjoy talking to her.

But last night the room was filled with small talk (and people making fun of my ability to say belieber) and I was my usual angsty self.  It is not that I don’t want to stay longer and enjoy myself. I wish I were better at small talk.

Don’t always say no to things you don’t want to do, or things that you don’t often do.

I actually ended up staying two hours after my original thought of leaving. My friend’s sister is a fashion designer. She shows me some pieces which she is putting together which are really unusual [2]. They are based on chunky knitting, and she is using a very heavy fabric. They smell like sheep, which reminds me of my mother’s childhood barnhouse in Norway which stored sheep in the summer. I instantly feel a connection with her work.

Which reminds me firstly, to call my mother. But also, I remember how affected I am when people manage to engage all the senses when they are talking to me about something.

Try and learn from all that you do

I started talking to my friend’s other sister and realised I could ask her incessant questions about how indesign works. I really want to learn indesign for another project I am doing. She mentions that her friend can give me a spare licence which she is not using at the moment.

Also, she is working in an art gallery and has a funny story about a pen being thrown at her head by her boss. And how she kind of respects her for being so mean. This is similar to my lawyer friend who’s favourite boss was the one that was the meanest to everyone. Because she got the best from her staff.

All of this after reading this post about how just saying nice things to your staff does not make people feel better about the work they do.

I wonder whether I should say less nice things to my staff.

Sometimes you just have to go with it

As I (finally) leave, I think about how if you are finding something difficult to do, you are probably not playing to your strengths.

I go home after the party, and starting reading blog posts. This is one of my favourite things to do and I can’t help wondering why. I could never really see the real value of reading so much online.

But now that I have started writing I keep coming up with random connections between what I am writing and things which I have read in the past. And I am starting to see the value of all that reading.

Tracing threads through your life only happens backwards. You do not know where a thread is going to take you when you start, you can only look back at its long (or short) trail afterwards.

So I am glad I went to the party, despite the angst. I now know an extensive amount about knitting with chunky wool and using indesign.

And, it led me here.


[1] What is art, he asks?

[2] On a side (or foot…) note, for some unusual knitting check this out. Thanks to @stephenbrammer.

UPDATE: I should say that this post was inspired by a quote from “If I knew then what I know now” by Richard Edler

UPDATE #2: As pointed out by Prashan, Steve Jobs makes the same point. Albeit in a much more inspired way than knitting and design software!

<3 Diving

3 Mar

three-reasons-to-love diving:

  1. Squid swimming
  2. It is universally agreed that smiling underwater whilst in scuba gear is hilarious. People are such posers!
  3. The drunken exuberant feeling you get for the rest of the afternoon after sucking on tank air and swimming with fish.
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