My dear lovely baby Anacondas,
It has been a while, has it not? I apologize for this my lovelies, but I can promise you this, as I am embarking upon my next set of journeys I shall post a bit more frequently. Ok, frequently is a lie... more sporadically?!?!
But first let's discuss food. Yes, food, in a blog devoted to factual truthiness (thank you Stephen Colbert) about travel. Food, FOOOODD, Fewd, no matter how you spell it holds a special place in people's hearts. Which is strange considering food goes in the stomach.
In my alter ego as a mild-mannered guy, I have been interacting with people in my immediate surroundings (I like to call them normies) who get shocked when I tell them that Food and I have a troubled relationship and that I do not care for it much. This invariably leads to people assuming that I do not like to eat good food. Normies are not good listeners. Apologies to any normies reading.
Yes, it is true, I will frequently forget to eat. I eat to live, not live to eat. Yes, my dear cute adorable nautilus (nautili?!?). It may be simple semantics, but it makes all the difference in the world. It simply means that I will eat when I need to. This does not preclude the need to eat good food, neither does it prevent me from recognizing good food when I see it. Simply, that I will eat it when hungry. Enjoyment is an aftereffect. I do not fixate on it, I do not chase it, I simply do not care that much for it. If there is good food there, I will eat it. If not, well I will keep it down and move on.
In the case the world ends tomorrow, and I should know having survived four apocalypses, seven raptures and nineteen asteroid collisions in my 975 years of existence, "good food" will cease to exist leaving us with grey goo. Turns out that was my lunch in fourth year of monastery schooling. Guess who's ready for the new world order? THIIIIIISSSS GUYYYYYY
It has been a while, has it not? I apologize for this my lovelies, but I can promise you this, as I am embarking upon my next set of journeys I shall post a bit more frequently. Ok, frequently is a lie... more sporadically?!?!
But first let's discuss food. Yes, food, in a blog devoted to factual truthiness (thank you Stephen Colbert) about travel. Food, FOOOODD, Fewd, no matter how you spell it holds a special place in people's hearts. Which is strange considering food goes in the stomach.
In my alter ego as a mild-mannered guy, I have been interacting with people in my immediate surroundings (I like to call them normies) who get shocked when I tell them that Food and I have a troubled relationship and that I do not care for it much. This invariably leads to people assuming that I do not like to eat good food. Normies are not good listeners. Apologies to any normies reading.
Yes, it is true, I will frequently forget to eat. I eat to live, not live to eat. Yes, my dear cute adorable nautilus (nautili?!?). It may be simple semantics, but it makes all the difference in the world. It simply means that I will eat when I need to. This does not preclude the need to eat good food, neither does it prevent me from recognizing good food when I see it. Simply, that I will eat it when hungry. Enjoyment is an aftereffect. I do not fixate on it, I do not chase it, I simply do not care that much for it. If there is good food there, I will eat it. If not, well I will keep it down and move on.
In the case the world ends tomorrow, and I should know having survived four apocalypses, seven raptures and nineteen asteroid collisions in my 975 years of existence, "good food" will cease to exist leaving us with grey goo. Turns out that was my lunch in fourth year of monastery schooling. Guess who's ready for the new world order? THIIIIIISSSS GUYYYYYY
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