Can We Slow Down the Bytes?
As some of you may know,
I recently got hacked.
Thanks for those who are patient enough to keep checking up on my food loving welfare, as I continue to get on top of the game and figure out how to speak this language of love.
We are so engrossed in this info-saturated world these days. Really, I don’t care about every single little bit of information out there on everyone’s status that is costly and inefficient to sort through. I’d invite you out to coffee or give you a phone call at the very least if I wanted to catch up on what kind of cereal made your poop five different colours last night.
Or at least in the realm of a blog, I am persuaded to think that I still have a bit more choice in the matter whether or not I want to follow the evolution of your thoughts.
Is this how we’re slowing everyone down these days? By giving them tabloids for the normal people and allowing hyper realities to rule our real world conceptions of politics, infrastructure, and economics? I know we talk about the SLOW FOOD MOVEMENT all the time, but stop FORCE FEEDING ME BYTE AFTER BYTE of a clusterfuck of useless gossip about drama that didn’t happen an hour ago, four seconds ago, at exactly what location and time zone.
You own the online world G – x to the ten, ten to the hundred. Now what are you going to do with it? Online monoculture of droids that input technology and spit out more droids to do more of the same work in order to feed the growing masses? How much more power do you want? and what’s the point? With that much power, people start acting like bullies, like kids who think life is unfair on the playground. Can I choose not to play this game anymore when either team doesn’t play fair? Fighting fire with fire. Disaster is bound to explode. And what gets me the most is that choosing to be ignorant now means that I give up my cultural consent to be manipulated and to be treated like a number. Moreover, in a forceful way that masks my idea of freedom as a national and cultural duty to comply to the capitalistic way of believing my world to be in order to survive.
So excuse me dear reader for my hiatus lately.
I’ve had to redefine my idea of staying on top of it all, and I’ve decided to maintain the safe space that I do have in the privacy of my lil apt in order to stay on top of my game, and it’s one that’s worth playing lately — one that actually keeps me alive in the physical world — and that’s the game I play in my Kitchen.
I protect my right to eat and enjoy my food every day, and sometimes I am more verbal about it than others. I have been very private at that recently because I am getting tired of the public fight. It’s the same shit once you understand the system. The same fights against the same people. I’m not arguing to be right, I’m not arguing to be heard. I stir the pot to generate awareness, so it bubbles over enough to make a real mess in order for action to take place.
I have an internal strength, by being sensitive to my surroundings and am learning everyday about what [TO EAT] that works for me. I feel as though this trust and privacy is what’s lacking in our culture these days.
Every morsel that dances down my throat reminds me that I am alive, that I am here, and am here fighting the good fight. I appreciate not knowing exactly what happens with the science of my food, but instead trusting my instincts of what’s good for me. More and more each day I am learning to listen to my body and feed it what it wants in order to feel like I’m conquering my health, myself, and my world by gaining strength in body, mind, and soul.
I inspire you to introspectively appreciate your body too.
Stop pushing it to it’s limits.
and like this blog,
It needs a bit of rest, extra care, and a detox of known toxins.
You need to identify the toxins, and prevent them from entering the system to begin with. Too often do we think that feeding our body something good after a night of mayhem will balance the damage done. Perhaps, if you are resilient. But what about the philosophy of saying No to something you know is so messed up? What about choosing what’s best and what you need, instead of fulfilling a moment of want and instant gratification?
This is my food space. Here me roar, and I will defend every morsel and byte, like it depends on my life. In a way, it does, isn’t that what FOOD is for?
Feed your soul something good tonight, whether that is creative or cathartic or just a pure space for you to let it all go and be in the moment.
I appreciate you.
xoxo J xoxo
