sleep
crisp clean sheets
soap crayons !
amazing friends
sunshine
amazing doctors
a clean-ish pool
warm springtime breezes
that chocolate mint ice cream I made
a job that pays insurance
a truck that runs and looks clean-ish
the hummingbird singing while swinging on an ivy tendril
2 (seemingly) devoted doggies
a sweet Mother's Day card from my parents
antibiotics
health
the ability to wonder
the ability to realize when to shut yer trap
leftovers
enough self control to save leftovers (sometimes)
the ability to say yes, and/or no
craftiness with leftovers
dogs to clean up the leftover crafty-leftovers :)
dried shiitake mushrooms
music
bedtime
a washing machine and a dryer
a dishwasher
a broom and that Swiffer Wet Jet
pictures and photography
this computer
sunset at the dirtpile
substitutes
Kohl's cash! Seriously! Why isn't this place running our government?
the absence of TV
floss
Crest whitening toothpaste in vanilla
fluoride-free training toothpaste
a self-assured toothbrusher baby G
that chocolate fudge I made
18 eggs for $1.50 seriously !
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
Chocolate Mint Ice Cream and other Magic Dairy Novelties
A post about food! Can you believe it? 'Bout time, I know. Sometimes my life IS ice cream and sunshine and flowers and puppies and babies and ...eh.
Those of you who are my fellows in cynicism will revel in this first comment. I hate the "Bluebell Ice Cream" ads on the radio. They have changed into a less sappy version lately, but from 2005~2008ish the radio ad was:
I remember our old country home
Clean fresh air and the flowers growing
In the fields, along the path, beside our swimming hole
Momma hollering through the screen
Would you kids like some homemade ice cream?
That was such a simpler time and place
Blue Bell tastes just like the good old days
This ad makes.my.skin.crawl. Long story short, I'm glad it is no longer aired. HATE IT! And yet, last night I made some d*mn homemade ice cream in the ice cream maker that was a wedding gift: and it still tasted good. I had gone to the St. Phillips Market with friend ET and her daughter on Sunday. Side note: doesn't it seem that farmers' markets have the highest concentration of dred-lock-sporting-white-people ANYWHERE?! What's the deal? (say it in a Jerry Seinfeld voice!) We got beef bones for stock (what a frappin' bargain), coffee, lavender lemonade, Emu oil stick, spinach, onions, carrots and some CHOCOLATE MINT. Yes really. I got it from this stand:
Sleeping Frog Farms
Side note: I am on their CSA waiting list and I will die if I don't get to enroll! Ok, so it couldn't have been later than 10:15 and the pickin's were slim. These guys are popular! The dark, beautifully gathered chocolate mint twinkled at me in the low-angled sunlight. I knew I could do something with it. First though: ice cream! The good kind with a lot of milk fat and sugar! The kind baby G will love also! Bingo.
After processing my finds at home that afternoon, I decided to modify this recipe from Epicurious:
"Fresh Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream"
But I changed it:
2c whole milk (yeah yeah!!!)
1c whipping cream (yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
chocolate mint leaves from the 5 stalks in the bunch
1/2 c egg beaters (b/c it's pasteurized)
3/4 c confectioners sugar
I put all those ingredients in the blender and tasted. This beauty did not need any more sugar. Did not need any vanilla extract. Did not need the chocolate/cacao addition. I would not adulterate it with green food coloring. I knew if it tasted this good in the blender then it would be dynamite frozen!
Later that night after I put baby G to sleep, I got the pre-frozen ice-cream-maker-bucket out and let the Cuisinart do its work! 25 minutes later I was enjoying a bowl-full of magic with some chocolate fudge squares I had made earlier. And a glass of champagne :) I'll need to post the recipe I used; shared by my mom, b/c I call the fudge "Darker than my Soul Fudge". It has 9oz of cocoa powder in it. Not kidding. Back to that in a later post.
So anyway this ice cream is amazing. Next I will try the recipe with the basil I bought at TJs. This may show up at wine club ladies- consider yourselves warned and wear elastic pants! Also at TJs now is this AMAZING blue cheese hybrid. I think it's blended with Jack and it comes in melt-able slices. I think it's 8 slices for $3.50 I think it's called blue granite b/c that's what it looks like. Whatev. There's an ad on the radio for it now, which is obviously how I heard about it, and decided baby G and I needed.to.try.it! Yesterday she had 2 slices. I melted it onto Portabello Mushroom Raviolis for her lunch tomorrow and as a post-dinner, post-ice cream snack (thankfully we are not lactose intolerant) we shared a piece tonight.
I think this cheese is magic. With only one bite down the hatch, both baby G and I were dancing to the radio and laughing at ourselves. Shakin' our hineys in the kitchen. Clapping for each other. Sharing hearty guffaws and belly-laughs. She was giving me bear hugs and huge toothy grins. I was melting. She was melt-able. My daughter is amazing and this cheese is amazing! I think it might just cure what ails you! For a moment I remembered what it felt like to be a carefree child again.
I am not posting pix b/c my camera is on the out and out and the available lighting does not do these treats justice. I don't think any pictures could, in fact! How can you photograph magic? In conclusion, for tonight, my life CAN be summarized as ice cream and a sunset and 2 puppies and one baby and *cheese* !
Those of you who are my fellows in cynicism will revel in this first comment. I hate the "Bluebell Ice Cream" ads on the radio. They have changed into a less sappy version lately, but from 2005~2008ish the radio ad was:
I remember our old country home
Clean fresh air and the flowers growing
In the fields, along the path, beside our swimming hole
Momma hollering through the screen
Would you kids like some homemade ice cream?
That was such a simpler time and place
Blue Bell tastes just like the good old days
This ad makes.my.skin.crawl. Long story short, I'm glad it is no longer aired. HATE IT! And yet, last night I made some d*mn homemade ice cream in the ice cream maker that was a wedding gift: and it still tasted good. I had gone to the St. Phillips Market with friend ET and her daughter on Sunday. Side note: doesn't it seem that farmers' markets have the highest concentration of dred-lock-sporting-white-people ANYWHERE?! What's the deal? (say it in a Jerry Seinfeld voice!) We got beef bones for stock (what a frappin' bargain), coffee, lavender lemonade, Emu oil stick, spinach, onions, carrots and some CHOCOLATE MINT. Yes really. I got it from this stand:
Sleeping Frog Farms
Side note: I am on their CSA waiting list and I will die if I don't get to enroll! Ok, so it couldn't have been later than 10:15 and the pickin's were slim. These guys are popular! The dark, beautifully gathered chocolate mint twinkled at me in the low-angled sunlight. I knew I could do something with it. First though: ice cream! The good kind with a lot of milk fat and sugar! The kind baby G will love also! Bingo.
After processing my finds at home that afternoon, I decided to modify this recipe from Epicurious:
"Fresh Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream"
But I changed it:
2c whole milk (yeah yeah!!!)
1c whipping cream (yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
chocolate mint leaves from the 5 stalks in the bunch
1/2 c egg beaters (b/c it's pasteurized)
3/4 c confectioners sugar
I put all those ingredients in the blender and tasted. This beauty did not need any more sugar. Did not need any vanilla extract. Did not need the chocolate/cacao addition. I would not adulterate it with green food coloring. I knew if it tasted this good in the blender then it would be dynamite frozen!
Later that night after I put baby G to sleep, I got the pre-frozen ice-cream-maker-bucket out and let the Cuisinart do its work! 25 minutes later I was enjoying a bowl-full of magic with some chocolate fudge squares I had made earlier. And a glass of champagne :) I'll need to post the recipe I used; shared by my mom, b/c I call the fudge "Darker than my Soul Fudge". It has 9oz of cocoa powder in it. Not kidding. Back to that in a later post.
So anyway this ice cream is amazing. Next I will try the recipe with the basil I bought at TJs. This may show up at wine club ladies- consider yourselves warned and wear elastic pants! Also at TJs now is this AMAZING blue cheese hybrid. I think it's blended with Jack and it comes in melt-able slices. I think it's 8 slices for $3.50 I think it's called blue granite b/c that's what it looks like. Whatev. There's an ad on the radio for it now, which is obviously how I heard about it, and decided baby G and I needed.to.try.it! Yesterday she had 2 slices. I melted it onto Portabello Mushroom Raviolis for her lunch tomorrow and as a post-dinner, post-ice cream snack (thankfully we are not lactose intolerant) we shared a piece tonight.
I think this cheese is magic. With only one bite down the hatch, both baby G and I were dancing to the radio and laughing at ourselves. Shakin' our hineys in the kitchen. Clapping for each other. Sharing hearty guffaws and belly-laughs. She was giving me bear hugs and huge toothy grins. I was melting. She was melt-able. My daughter is amazing and this cheese is amazing! I think it might just cure what ails you! For a moment I remembered what it felt like to be a carefree child again.
I am not posting pix b/c my camera is on the out and out and the available lighting does not do these treats justice. I don't think any pictures could, in fact! How can you photograph magic? In conclusion, for tonight, my life CAN be summarized as ice cream and a sunset and 2 puppies and one baby and *cheese* !
Friday, April 30, 2010
Nothing but a Memory
Borrowing inspiration from here:
HD's blog
I'm glad to finally know who sings this song:
The House that Built Me, Miranda Lambert
Fact of the matter is I heard it driving home with baby G asleep in the backseat about 6 weeks ago. I sat in my car in the dark and cried. I thought Miley Cyrus was singing it and so I couldn't find it on itunes to buy. Turns out that was probably for the best b/c it still makes me cry and I have been enjoying NOT crying lately.
HD is getting ready to move out of her house. Her nuclear family began and grew there. They built it from scratch. She brought her babies home to that house. The way she describes it, the house and her memories there are beautiful. This is not the case for me. I will be relieved (yet sad) to leave my current residence. I have told friends I am hoping for something smaller and newer. Wherever I end up moving I will welcome the lack of memories there. I will embrace the blank slate that is mine to decorate. I will cherish the void of a painful history. The beauty of sunsets will not be colored by arguments or tears. The majesty of the moon rising will not be witnessed from a chilly sleeping bag. There might even be a finished floor.
I'm sad and torn. This house's owner loves his house. It was the one thing he wanted to keep come hell or high water. Hell and high water came at the same time. He left. I left. The house stayed. It's empty; metaphorically speaking of course. Literally, it's full.of.sh*t.memories.sh*tty memories.stuff. Existing in empty is less painful than trying to grow amidst anger and rejection. We truly reap what we sow and if you plant something poisonous in toxic conditions, you cant expect a prize-winning rose to grow from that cultivar. This is horrible. You do not generate life. You do not generate hope or forgiveness or pleasure or kindness or peace. You grow apathy. You grow disgust. You grow contempt. You grow but it's ugly. Eventually nothing grows and what was there dies. I left. He left. We died.
So back to the song with some out-of-order quotes. I told HD not to worry b/c "home is where the heart is" which doesn't have to be under a particular roof. Really. Humans have led nomadic lifestyles in search of food and fair weather forever. In that case, home is where the full belly was. You can give your heart to someone, maybe they're your home. Maybe you're theirs; I think some dude I dated for way.too.long. used that one on me once. Lame. But cool to think about. Maybe so. "Home" can also be your safety zone in a game of hide and seek or various board games, no? If you're "homeless" you lack a home, but of what definition? Maybe having a home=being grounded, being safe, being secure. So, first quote:
You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can.
I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am.
Yep, the songwriter is probably referring to leaving the home of our parents, but there's room for interpretation of "home" to include our "safety zone". I think there's also room for it to be an ageless reference; we can be in the middle of a mid-life-crisis and found that we have wandered away from our home. I would argue that when you find yourself in the middle of any crisis you have moved away from your "home" and to some extent forgotten who you are. Yep. It doesn't take "this whole world" and it doesn't take "forgetting". Sometimes, it.just.happens. I'll debate the causality of the relationship later. Maybe. Eh.
Secondly, she sings:
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself
if I could just come in I swear I'll leave.
For me, this verse doesn't translate directly. I'm hoping to leave this place, this current physical home in order for the brokenness to start healing. "Out here" could mean simply physically outside the house of my youth or in my case, the frappin' desert southwest. For me, the "brokenness inside" is going to have to heal "out here" but in a new home. Ummmmmm "out here" is my new home. Funny thing is, I rarely took a glimpse of how lost and broken I was. Amazing, I know. Denial is a strong, strong, sometimes self-preserving, emotion (and oddly contains the same letters as Denali). More on mountain climbing later. Maybe.
Now I realize if I were to try to return to the home of my youth, or to try and re-create it, that wouldn't be beneficial either. That would be sad. That's a whole other country song I'm sure. I want a healthy release of what's been horrible as well as a release of any unhealthy expectations of what home should be like. If home is where the heart is then we each carry it with us anywhere and everywhere we go. That is simple! Well, Edgar Allen Poe aside...
Lastly she says:
Won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.
Which is a true statement because all the physical stuff is stuff. She's singing that because she doesn't want to take any stuff from the house, that maybe it's not the stuff that made her who she is anyway, it's the memories. Maybe it's healthy not to get too attached to a single place or 4 walls anyway. While it's helpful to have a rooted identity somewhere you'd like to call home, I don't think that definition is an address exclusively. And if you dislike the memories you have in a certain address then double bonus- you can leave them behind too.
HD's blog
I'm glad to finally know who sings this song:
The House that Built Me, Miranda Lambert
Fact of the matter is I heard it driving home with baby G asleep in the backseat about 6 weeks ago. I sat in my car in the dark and cried. I thought Miley Cyrus was singing it and so I couldn't find it on itunes to buy. Turns out that was probably for the best b/c it still makes me cry and I have been enjoying NOT crying lately.
HD is getting ready to move out of her house. Her nuclear family began and grew there. They built it from scratch. She brought her babies home to that house. The way she describes it, the house and her memories there are beautiful. This is not the case for me. I will be relieved (yet sad) to leave my current residence. I have told friends I am hoping for something smaller and newer. Wherever I end up moving I will welcome the lack of memories there. I will embrace the blank slate that is mine to decorate. I will cherish the void of a painful history. The beauty of sunsets will not be colored by arguments or tears. The majesty of the moon rising will not be witnessed from a chilly sleeping bag. There might even be a finished floor.
I'm sad and torn. This house's owner loves his house. It was the one thing he wanted to keep come hell or high water. Hell and high water came at the same time. He left. I left. The house stayed. It's empty; metaphorically speaking of course. Literally, it's full.of.sh*t.memories.sh*tty memories.stuff. Existing in empty is less painful than trying to grow amidst anger and rejection. We truly reap what we sow and if you plant something poisonous in toxic conditions, you cant expect a prize-winning rose to grow from that cultivar. This is horrible. You do not generate life. You do not generate hope or forgiveness or pleasure or kindness or peace. You grow apathy. You grow disgust. You grow contempt. You grow but it's ugly. Eventually nothing grows and what was there dies. I left. He left. We died.
So back to the song with some out-of-order quotes. I told HD not to worry b/c "home is where the heart is" which doesn't have to be under a particular roof. Really. Humans have led nomadic lifestyles in search of food and fair weather forever. In that case, home is where the full belly was. You can give your heart to someone, maybe they're your home. Maybe you're theirs; I think some dude I dated for way.too.long. used that one on me once. Lame. But cool to think about. Maybe so. "Home" can also be your safety zone in a game of hide and seek or various board games, no? If you're "homeless" you lack a home, but of what definition? Maybe having a home=being grounded, being safe, being secure. So, first quote:
You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can.
I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am.
Yep, the songwriter is probably referring to leaving the home of our parents, but there's room for interpretation of "home" to include our "safety zone". I think there's also room for it to be an ageless reference; we can be in the middle of a mid-life-crisis and found that we have wandered away from our home. I would argue that when you find yourself in the middle of any crisis you have moved away from your "home" and to some extent forgotten who you are. Yep. It doesn't take "this whole world" and it doesn't take "forgetting". Sometimes, it.just.happens. I'll debate the causality of the relationship later. Maybe. Eh.
Secondly, she sings:
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself
if I could just come in I swear I'll leave.
For me, this verse doesn't translate directly. I'm hoping to leave this place, this current physical home in order for the brokenness to start healing. "Out here" could mean simply physically outside the house of my youth or in my case, the frappin' desert southwest. For me, the "brokenness inside" is going to have to heal "out here" but in a new home. Ummmmmm "out here" is my new home. Funny thing is, I rarely took a glimpse of how lost and broken I was. Amazing, I know. Denial is a strong, strong, sometimes self-preserving, emotion (and oddly contains the same letters as Denali). More on mountain climbing later. Maybe.
Now I realize if I were to try to return to the home of my youth, or to try and re-create it, that wouldn't be beneficial either. That would be sad. That's a whole other country song I'm sure. I want a healthy release of what's been horrible as well as a release of any unhealthy expectations of what home should be like. If home is where the heart is then we each carry it with us anywhere and everywhere we go. That is simple! Well, Edgar Allen Poe aside...
Lastly she says:
Won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.
Which is a true statement because all the physical stuff is stuff. She's singing that because she doesn't want to take any stuff from the house, that maybe it's not the stuff that made her who she is anyway, it's the memories. Maybe it's healthy not to get too attached to a single place or 4 walls anyway. While it's helpful to have a rooted identity somewhere you'd like to call home, I don't think that definition is an address exclusively. And if you dislike the memories you have in a certain address then double bonus- you can leave them behind too.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Thankful Thursday
I dabbled with "Wordless Wednesdays" a few months ago. Now I'll try Thankful Thursdays.
Today I am thankful for many many things:
Children's Tylenol Plus: allergies blow (ha! pun intended)
sunscreen
coupons
toilet paper
a full belly
a clean-ish truck
a fit body
a sound mind ;)
TWO jobs that earn me paychecks
getting to be a mom (job #3 or #1 depending)
Friends
Family
new friends
old friends
hot dark acidic coffee, brown sugar, and cream
professional guidance
peace and quiet / shalom in the home to borrow from Shmuley Boteach
a roof and more than 4 walls
love
faith
leftovers, a fridge and a freezer
a checking account in the black
hugs and kisses
a cold and fizzy Coca Cola
cooked meat
patience
Recycling
suntanning on the roof!
playing in the dirt pile together after dinner
no Rattlesnake sightings yet
elastic
a second pair of jeans (since the pockets ripped in my favorite pair)
bubbles
warm showers and good-smelling soap (lemon currently)
clothes that fit
childcare
free music
a voice
laughter
being able to hold and lift and sing and smile and explore and dance with my daughter * thank you to SL for the baby sling we haven't outgrown yet!
clean doggies
clean floors
a warm breeze coming through the back screen at every mealtime
new glitter crayons
new recipes that turn out amazingly (because there have been NONE this week)
I'll close here b/c I could keep going on!
Today I am thankful for many many things:
Children's Tylenol Plus: allergies blow (ha! pun intended)
sunscreen
coupons
toilet paper
a full belly
a clean-ish truck
a fit body
a sound mind ;)
TWO jobs that earn me paychecks
getting to be a mom (job #3 or #1 depending)
Friends
Family
new friends
old friends
hot dark acidic coffee, brown sugar, and cream
professional guidance
peace and quiet / shalom in the home to borrow from Shmuley Boteach
a roof and more than 4 walls
love
faith
leftovers, a fridge and a freezer
a checking account in the black
hugs and kisses
a cold and fizzy Coca Cola
cooked meat
patience
Recycling
suntanning on the roof!
playing in the dirt pile together after dinner
no Rattlesnake sightings yet
elastic
a second pair of jeans (since the pockets ripped in my favorite pair)
bubbles
warm showers and good-smelling soap (lemon currently)
clothes that fit
childcare
free music
a voice
laughter
being able to hold and lift and sing and smile and explore and dance with my daughter * thank you to SL for the baby sling we haven't outgrown yet!
clean doggies
clean floors
a warm breeze coming through the back screen at every mealtime
new glitter crayons
new recipes that turn out amazingly (because there have been NONE this week)
I'll close here b/c I could keep going on!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Coupons Dude
Money has yet to grow on trees but can you believe it comes.in.the.mail?!?!?! Yes. It really does.
Holy cow. So today I spent like $50 at Safeway. Using the coupons that were mailed to me yesterday in addition to some manufacturer's coupons that I don't remember obtaining, I saved $12 or close to 25% of my bill! This.is.wonderfully.absurd!
What WILL I spend my cash on? Oh, bills, and my truck needs more brake work. $well.
Let me also say that I found a bottle of cocoa butter lotion, thicker than but 1/2 as long as my arm, at Walgreens for $1.99 ! How can this be? And if you read my blog, you know I am a *scent snob* and this stuff smells G-O-O-D. It's Queen Helene- makes me feel like I should be scantily clad on a hand-carved wooden boat only as wide as my hips, being paddled by some scantily clad man-servants down some amazing river in Afrikakakaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. And this imagination, along with an upcoming summerlong-pass to Breakers Waterpark, will be my vacations this year!
Thankfully baby G and I both ADORE the Safeway $2.99 Pepperoni Pizzas. How CAN they be so good?! I could eat pizza everyday...at this price I.just.might!!!!!
Holy cow. So today I spent like $50 at Safeway. Using the coupons that were mailed to me yesterday in addition to some manufacturer's coupons that I don't remember obtaining, I saved $12 or close to 25% of my bill! This.is.wonderfully.absurd!
What WILL I spend my cash on? Oh, bills, and my truck needs more brake work. $well.
Let me also say that I found a bottle of cocoa butter lotion, thicker than but 1/2 as long as my arm, at Walgreens for $1.99 ! How can this be? And if you read my blog, you know I am a *scent snob* and this stuff smells G-O-O-D. It's Queen Helene- makes me feel like I should be scantily clad on a hand-carved wooden boat only as wide as my hips, being paddled by some scantily clad man-servants down some amazing river in Afrikakakaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. And this imagination, along with an upcoming summerlong-pass to Breakers Waterpark, will be my vacations this year!
Thankfully baby G and I both ADORE the Safeway $2.99 Pepperoni Pizzas. How CAN they be so good?! I could eat pizza everyday...at this price I.just.might!!!!!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Life and a Rubik's Cube
Today at work I noticed a Rubik's Cube on a co-worker's desk. I had to do some research: is life like a Rubik's Cube? The iconic cube is 30 years old. Almost as old as...alright...I'm 3 years older than the puzzle.
"You Can Do It"
At this website you learn that there are many ways to solve the puzzle; and therefore you can reason there are many ways to mess.it.up. Same with life. Thankfully the website gives you a failproof and color-coded solution in 6 Stages. Hmmm. Sure. But maybe if the Rubik's Cube Puzzle is like life then in whose hands is your/my life? Can I color code it? Is the meaning of life color coded? Could it be for easy understanding? Please? Apparently all the color coding and twisting is based on mathematical algorithms. Sure. Can I undo every.wrong.turn I've made? How do I know when I've made a wrong turn? Is there always a solution? How are we defining "solution"?
What's an Algorithm?
So then I got to thinking about math and fractals (because I always do, right after behavior and Maslow's hierarchy) and remembered that JW and baby G and I went to the "Hyperbolic Coral Reef" exhibit on tour in Phoenix. It was our "Free and Classy Friday Trip" last May followed by a decadent yet classy lunch at the Culinary Institute.
Hyperbolic Space
also see:
Darwinian Evolution
AMAZINGNESS! Algorithims again. Check.it.out.
Then I was interested in art and fun free things to take baby G to this weekend. I found this description in one photographer's work:
Not that I am thinking that with my photos; I am usually trying to capture memories that I don't want to forget, and that usually later, depending on their subject matter, I DO want to forget. Yet, this is interesting. Some Physicists and Philosophers theorize that time is a contiuum, or a circle.
Nonlinear system
Math again. And CHAOS THEORY! Some quantum physics? YES!
Then I was reading a paper for work and this word was used:
"You Can Do It"
At this website you learn that there are many ways to solve the puzzle; and therefore you can reason there are many ways to mess.it.up. Same with life. Thankfully the website gives you a failproof and color-coded solution in 6 Stages. Hmmm. Sure. But maybe if the Rubik's Cube Puzzle is like life then in whose hands is your/my life? Can I color code it? Is the meaning of life color coded? Could it be for easy understanding? Please? Apparently all the color coding and twisting is based on mathematical algorithms. Sure. Can I undo every.wrong.turn I've made? How do I know when I've made a wrong turn? Is there always a solution? How are we defining "solution"?
What's an Algorithm?
So then I got to thinking about math and fractals (because I always do, right after behavior and Maslow's hierarchy) and remembered that JW and baby G and I went to the "Hyperbolic Coral Reef" exhibit on tour in Phoenix. It was our "Free and Classy Friday Trip" last May followed by a decadent yet classy lunch at the Culinary Institute.
Hyperbolic Space
also see:
Darwinian Evolution
AMAZINGNESS! Algorithims again. Check.it.out.
Then I was interested in art and fun free things to take baby G to this weekend. I found this description in one photographer's work:
Not only does it erase the intervening hours of each day from view but the pattern created suggests a cycle, refuting a linear perception of time.
Not that I am thinking that with my photos; I am usually trying to capture memories that I don't want to forget, and that usually later, depending on their subject matter, I DO want to forget. Yet, this is interesting. Some Physicists and Philosophers theorize that time is a contiuum, or a circle.
Nonlinear system
Math again. And CHAOS THEORY! Some quantum physics? YES!
Then I was reading a paper for work and this word was used:
Stochastic
And then this dude came up:Iannis Xenakis
...with some Game Theory! I have some reading to catch up on.
In conclusion, I argue that life is not like a Rubik's Cube because life is more of a stochiastic algorithim. Life can be random and unpredictable and chaotic and possibly not lived or solved in a linear constraint of time or of rigid matter; exactly the opposite of solving the Rubik's Cube puzzle. Sweet.
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