The other night I woke from a particularly beautiful and telling dream. It was really little more than a static image, though it felt alive enough, as a dream should. I didn’t travel anywhere, or do anything. I made no “moves.” I was a Go) stone, placed upon a gigantic board surrounded by the opponent’s stones; all of which were women, wearing nothing but their underwear.
Not your traditional Creole dish, by any stretch of the imagination, but over the last couple years I’ve started working this sausage, bean, and rice recipe into my diet fairly regularly. I stumbled on this concoction when looking over a few items I had in the cupboard, so much of the traditional Creole seasoning is left out, but it’s still a decent, tasty meal on a tight budget that yields 5 decent plates. Good for protein, fiber, anti-oxidants, and incredibly easy to prepare.
More chow for the curious adventurers among us. Another of the typical dishes that I subsist on.
Imagine that all throughout your life there are tiny, invisible creatures that hover about you. Well, they’re not entirely invisible; you can see them if you want to.
Here’s a dish I make about once a week. When it landed on my plate this last time, it looked so good, I decided that I had to share.
I recently experienced a thoroughly enjoyable thought process as I learned of the development of abstract thought in ancient Greece. While researching for a large project, I’d been making notes about early Greek thinkers from the 6th and 5th centuries BC. The source I’ve been working with is The Greek Philosophers: From Tales to Aristotle by W.K.C. Guthrie.
I love questions. I love thinking about questions; how I’d answer them, what the answers might implicate about me, about the world that I live in. I ran into a fun question recently that I really enjoyed deliberating.
Here’s the question (the origin is at the end of my meandering).
The secrets of this world are many. Who do you share them with?
a. Those who have embraced the truth.
b. Anyone who can pay the price.
c. My blood alone.
As a fairly high-energy person, this one is a staple of my existence.
The entire first series of Escape is now available as a single download for those interested in reading it from beginning to end. I have no plans yet to produce a second series, though I think I might. Thanks to everyone for their comments and interest on this little project.
Samara walked through the large, empty house for several minutes before she found Robert sitting on the edge of a king-sized bed in the master bedroom. He was slumped over, his elbows on his knees, with his head down. She walked in and crossed the room, standing by a massive picture-window that looked out onto the lake. “You okay?” she said.