Over-soul

You're not one person; there is no set form and frame you have to shape yourself into. What you think of yourself is what you make yourself to be. 

By tapping into the Emersonian over-soul you access all the information of everything and everyone, of all the matter - why limit yourself by adhering to long established inter-subjective realities? It's the collective ego that makes people recite the same things over and over again attributing their views to objectivity. There is no such thing.

I like the theory that every thing and every living being contains the information of the whole universe. Every particle possesses the consciousness of the whole. 

By separating mind and matter and time we make sense of what seems so overwhelming, but we also keep ourselves from ever fully connecting with our surroundings. For we are our surroundings.

And no, I haven't watched Matrix again recently. 

Basically I just recycled some stuff that I like to read and that I believe in. Without references. 'Cuz I'm not in uni anymore and I feel rebellious.

So, in short, I like Emerson, Osho and Bohm, and Pribram, and Talbot. The right information always finds you. 

Good day, peeps! You scallywags. 

In a relationship with Bane

This morning I was talking to Katrina about the new Mad Max and how...attractive Tom Hardy is. We eventually got to discussing Bane. Katrina said that they didn't do a good job dubbing him because she found it hard to understand what he was saying. I said I wasn't listening when he was speaking..., because I was busy imagining how it would be being in a relationship with Bane.

As you do. 

So here we are. 

-'Why do you never cook for me?'

-'Well, you never cook for me either. I can't eat. I have to get my nutrition intravenously [I imagine]. End of topic.' 

-'You do realise there will be no kissing. Any kind of kissing.' 

-'Why don't we spend more time together?'

-'Batman always comes first. You knew that before we got together, honey.'

-'...speaking of coming -'

Well, no thank you. 

X

Love is wild

Osho said that love is wild and you have to let it destroy you and recreate you over and over again. 

Lukewarm tea is also the worst. 

But passion and love are not the same. And that is where it goes awry. And that is why we only scratch the surface. Besides other things... Ey. 

Mondays are good if you stop whining about them. 

Remember to have a good day

X 

PhD interview

This is how I imagine my PhD studentship interview will go. 

Despite appearing to be immature about this, it is very important. And I only spent five minutes on this incredible illustration. 

Will take all the 'Mazeltovs' I can get. 

Meowsings.

Cats are so human. And humans are so not feline. Humans can be so simple. Simple pleasures, not much more sophisticated than a cat's. So we're similar after all, one might say . No. Cats are way more mysterious. 

And now, when I've reached new heights of incomprehensibility, I bid you goodnight.

I wonder what the people considering my PhD application would think if they saw this. 

Meow-zel tov.

P.s. 'Meowsings' stand for 'musings'.

 I might have ruined it now.

Food: Basics.

It's two shades of grey outside at the moment, and on days like this all I can think about is food. Food is delicious. Don't worry, I'll keep the tone nonsensical throughout.

Let's face it, from time to time things like this happen -

(Grammar is the least of the problems here.)

However,  most of the time I eat healthily (ish). So, here's a breakfast tutorial embellished with 'instagramic' crap -                                                           
                                      
'Breakfast food: Basics'.

Start your day with a cup of tea.
Take an Earl Grey tea bag.

 Bin it.

 Now make a cup of this healthy tea. Latvians do know a few things better.

If you like your tea sweet, I suggest brown sugar.

 Now put it back where it came from. You're not a child.

After having your cup of tea, it's time for some fresh fruit or veg.
Look in your fruit bowl (somehow I want to make this into a euphemism).

Pick something that looks edible.

 Eat the banana.

Wait a little while.

Oh, look - there's an avocado and a slice of gluten free bread.

Peel the avocado. Cut it in half. Put the halves on the slice of bread. Season with stuff. Like sea salt and whatnot.

If you're worried that it looks plain (I'm sure you're more worried about how it tastes...It's fucking delicious), here's a flower to 'pretty up' the presentation.

Do not eat the flower.

If you prefer garnish that's edible, here's a suggestion.

Enjoy!


More food blogging to come.


Happy Sunday!

Mara.

Petty tips: How to amuse yourself at someone else’s expense.

Today I ruined my friend’s sneeze, as weird as it sounds. What an achievement. No, of course not, but it was amusing. You know that moment, when someone is about to sneeze and they stop and stare into blank space anticipating the satisfying (yet risky in public) imaginary snot air balloon? Well, my friend was there, and I looked at her and simply said: ‘No’. It worked. She was not happy. I personally think it was well deserved; she sneezes very loudly, it scares me.

 

Anyway, I love these kinds of little everyday things and this made me think of other tricks that work well within the subtle art of annoying people you love.

Pretend yawns.

Simple but highly entertaining if you’re in a childish mood. For that one person who doesn’t know what ‘pretend yawns’ are – you pretend to yawn...and it is one of the laws of nature that people around you will have the urge to yawn as well. Repeat as many times as necessary to annoy your target. 

The last gherkin in the jar.

Frankly, it can be any food stuff that you share with your flatmates, but the deviousness of this first occurred to me when pickled cucumbers were concerned (I’m Latvian, you don’t get it). Eat the whole jar of them (as you do), but one. So the next person is left with the dilemma of wanting to have the last one, but not wanting to deal with the stuff left in the jar and disposing of it (it can be messy - again, you don’t understand). I personally hate this. If you can’t relate to this, imagine a handful of cereal left in the box – enough to make you crave some, not enough to fully enjoy the crispy ‘yumminess’. 

The ‘where the fuck is *my* hot water’.

Wait for your flatmate to boil the kettle for their tea. While they’re not around make a cuppa for yourself and top the kettle up with some cold water. And leave it. Better yet – while they’re occupied elsewhere, switch it off before it boils.

The gibberish.

 

While your friend is trying to tell you something keep making unintelligible string of sounds every time they open their mouth. I learned from the best (yeah, I'm talking about you, Ieva) – only when you perfect this skill yourself you can learn to cope with the extreme frustration you feel when you’re the victim of it.

The ‘yeah, you do’.

Whenever your friend talks about themselves respond to it with a simple ‘yeah, you do’ with a hint of ‘pervy’ in it. Nothing works better than a ‘yeah, you do’ that's out of context. Works best with the opposite sex. 

The 'misspoken/misheard' misunderstanding.

Deliberately ‘mishear’ something your friend says, then keep repeating it and laugh at them like it’s their mistake. It used to be a nightmare of mine.

The ‘I’ll replace it...again’.

Finish your friend’s jar of Nutella (we’re not doing euphemisms this week, drop it), say you’ll replace it. Buy a new jar of Nutella. Tell your friend you kept your word, and everybody is happy...Then finish the new jar as well and don’t say anything about it until your friend comes up to you with an empty jar (drop it) and a wordless ‘what the fuck?’. That literally just happened.

That’s enough of childish mischief for now.

Good night, peeps.