What made me happy today?
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Nate the Hoof Guy makes some of my favorite videos.
My morning yoga class, with a focus on quiet meditation and on keeping my world within the four corners of the mat for a solid hour.
In my completely amateurish and unsupported theory about yoga: brain is a lazy part of body responsible for wellbeing and repairs of every part. The meditation is a meticulous audit and inventory of every part of body with full focus for many minutes on some insignificant forgotten spot. Say left pinkie toe. When last time whole brain power was dedicated to what is happening in left pinkie toe?
Thus things like unexplained cures and eternal youth can become possible. But that is just my unsupported theory.
No-one ever said nature had to be nice. Nature is, by its very nature, chaotic and unpredictable.
Don't get me wrong: nature has given us flowers in the park, reflections on the lake, wind on our skin and bright, sunny mornings ... but also arsenic, cyanide, deadly nightshade, and death cap mushrooms.
And this is why I'm always so amused by people who insist on living an "all-natural" lifestyle and "going back to nature". Where do they think their clothes, homes, furniture, shoes, food and so on come from?
Without humanity's combined ingenuity, we'd all be naked, shivering, and starving to death -- if the saber-tooth tigers didn't get us first, of course.
So you think "back to nature" implies a complete rejection of reality and a return to the cave, where naive bliss ninnies and lilies of the field will freeze to death or be eaten by a grizzly bears?
How amusing.
But I like lily of the valley!
Me, too. Alas, I've never managed to get it to grow in my garden.
It would be black bears around here. But folks would sure freeze in the caves.So you think "back to nature" implies a complete rejection of reality and a return to the cave, where naive bliss ninnies and lilies of the field will freeze to death or be eaten by a grizzly bears?
How amusing.
Today, like most mornings, I took my lovebird along as I performed my morning toothbrushing ritual. He sits on top of the bathroom mirror, either watching me carefully with his head cocked to one side, or busily preening himself, each of us with his own perspective on starting the day. Then (and don't tell my wife this because she thinks it's unsanitary) I hold up the water glass and let him take a sip or two. I rinse the glass, put it away, and reach my hand up to him; he hops onto it and I bring him down to eye level. I turn my hand and hold it out flat; he leans in toward my palm, and lowers his head so I can rub it with one of my fingers. "Scritching," my daughter used to call it. Then I say, "time to go back," and he waits while I turn out the light and carefully put my other hand around him, holding him just tight enough that he feels both secure and not free to fly. I turn the light back on and carry him upstairs to his cage.
It's become our morning ritual, and, looking back, I can't tell who trained who. ("whom?" -- I never know which). In any case, it makes me happy.
It's become our morning ritual, and, looking back, I can't tell who trained who. ("whom?" -- I never know which). In any case, it makes me happy.
Don't laugh. I actually met one guy whose attitude, in a nutshell, was: "Nature knows best. I don't trust man-made things. They're against nature!" etc.So you think "back to nature" implies a complete rejection of reality and a return to the cave, where naive bliss ninnies and lilies of the field will freeze to death or be eaten by a grizzly bears?
How amusing.
I guess he eats unwashed vegetables and sleeps on the ground? *shrug*
Marmot is my new favourite foreign animal, along with Baby Elephant, thanks to youtube. Do those things actually approach people and beg for food? I have doubts but this woman was doing just that. Rather than look them up, I shall allow ye all to regale me with marmot facts, seeing most of you live in lands that contain the aforementioned animal.
Wombats I know backwards. I believe I posted a tale of the Wombat Man in the science thread. (They can fuck you up)
We have yellow-bellied marmots in the moutains here. I wrote a feature article on them once simply because I had taken some great photos on a trip into the Sierra Madres. Marmots are also called rock chucks.
