It is all about ti-me with me lately. Particularly in the digital realm. My first computer experience was a Radio Shack TS-80 that had two huge floppy disk drives. One for the operating system (ms BASIC) and the other for applications. For me it was a substitute for an electric typewriter, but the editing part of simply amazing to me. The idea that I could prepare a piece totally before I printed in out astounded me. That it could do it at speeds I'd never thought possible was even more amazing.
Today I'm reading about a new input device that uses fiber optics for every peripheral now used to connect to the CPU that Intel introduced prototypes at their developer's convention that connected at 10 gigabyte speeds they expect to increase within two years to over 100 gigabytes. It's like trying to imagine how long it would take me to be able to imagine what it's like to possess a billion dollars while living on $600 a month income.
By reading the news sites it seems like Apple is the company that came up with this idea, and brought it to Intel to develop, because Intel has already developed the laser chips that make this port possible. It could be that's why Apple switched to Intel processor chips recently. They might have had this Light Peak cabling mojo going on the back burner for years:
http://www.appleinsider.com/articles/09/09/26/report_apple_pushed_intel_to_develop_light_peak_cabling.html
It's been my suspicion for several years now that truth happens instantly all the ti-me. We just can use language to describe what happens in real ti-me except in real ti-me, and most of that sort of prophesying is truly hit or miss. There seems to be a window that has a plus or minus factor in which the truly true is reliably the way things are conditioned by instantaneity, whatever in hell that is?
My conscious mind is quicker at grokking what's true in it's own time because I've learned by using computers every day for the last twenty-odd years that such a thing is possible. If I live long enough (without being engrossed by senility first) to experience using a computer with this Light Peak technology, I'll understand it even better, and maybe enough to for my self-generated abstract atmosphere needed to provoke the quantum leap necessary to make ti-me wholy complete.
The entire universe operates in this real time. Including homo sapiens and all other specieswhat happens here on Earth that has no limitations such as the sort of abstract ti-me humans came up with. The trick is to be consciously aware of "things/objects" occurring in their own ti-me.
I bought one regular sized container of parmasan/artichoke stuff, and I'm already addicted. I've never got it with the artichoke bit because it's not exactly a part of the culture I grew up in. I know parmesan because my younger brother once owned a popular pizza joint, but I still can't distinguish what the artichoke taste is when it's mixed with parmesan cheese. All I taste presently is the cheese.
This one container has captured my gastronomic fancy. I bought this stuff at the specialty cheese section located at the front of the grocery section of the Wal-Mart SuperCenter. It's the nearest grocery store to my house. I can drive straight to the parking lot without stopping one way there, and only one stop sign on the other way there.
That's not why I shop at Wal-mart. I mean, the convenience is great, but the real reason is that Wal-Mart don't buy the same brands of stuff year-round. They make deals the suppliers don't like, but they bring in different kinds of stuff than what people around here are used to, and artichokes is definitely one of those foods that might be considered exotic.
I'm starting to act like the food I eat is the medicine my body needs. I became aware of that about Italian cooking in one of the cooking shows that pop up on slow days on PBS. I think I'm starting to "get it". One of my guidelines presently took place when I started taking this medicine called methotrexate that was designed for cancer patients, but which was found extremely useful for treating rheumatoid arthritis. Methotrexate appears to be out and out chemotherapy, and acts like it.
The thing that connects my cooking food as medicine is the side-effect of methotrexate that introduces some serious, projectile vomiting nausea. Basically, when I started taking this prescription drug I had to eat what I could keep down. Now, a little later, and a long way from the projectile vomiting due to the drug, I'm figuring that what I can comfortably keep from puking up is what my body wants to heal itself.
Rainey has been on a diet of his own. We both started employing an Atkins type diet, and then Rainey got pissed off at some product in wheat flour, and he stopped eating that, but I didn't. Not to spite Rainey, of course, but because I could keep it down after I ate it, and some other things I couldn't. I think that's the way it needs to go. Diets are individualistic, and mostly, I figure, because of the genetic structures our bodies inherited.
Another food I seem to have taken to because it stays down is onions. For lunch, just now, I ate a bowl of a mostly vegetable stew I develop on a daily basis from a rue I made up as a starter for fresh vegetable and stuff I add to the mix. I eat sourdough bread that arise from a starter to go along with the idea. I don't expect to be baking no sourdough bread for myself, but there just ain't no telling where this diet bit is going. It's like part of my yoga.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
