Such a day where it felt i couldn’t put a step wrong.
I talked, sat alone in my room, watched some youtube, played with Dahlia, made dinner, ate the dinner together with Jessica, Michael, Dahlia, Caroline and Jan, made coffee and tea, watched a movie, Batman Returns. Never saw that one before. Enjoyed it. Ate some chips. Made a miso soup for lunch. Showered. Washed my hair.
A normal, perfectly perfect day.
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Over the weekend i came across the following video Buddha Sushi Bowl with Orange Sesame Sauce. It stuck in my mind. So this Tuesday morning i propoed to make this dish. Or rather, a dish like this one. I went to the marke and got some vegetables, to the eco shop to get tempeh and sesame seeds.
Ingredients
For the sushi rice :
450g rice
60g apple vinegar
2 tbsp beet sugar
1 tsp salt
For the orange sesame sauce :
1 orange
40g soy sauce
40g olive oil
40g toasted white sesame seeds
1/2 tsp salt
400g tempeh
1 broccoli
1 winter carrot
1 bush spring onions
250g mushroom
edamame beans
olive oil
salt and pepper
2 sheets nori
2 avocado’s
Instructions
I’m reading a book i borrowed from the library: Kapitalisme, kolonisatie en cultuur – Arme en rijke landen in historisch perspectief written bij Dick Kooiman. I searched for a translation, but couldn’t find one. I did find summaries and reviews, but in Dutch only.
To me personally the beginning of the book is stunning. It confirms my thoughts about the eurocentric sciences of the past couple of hundred years. It felt to me that in this book, published in 2009, it is simply stated as a matter of fact. I haven’t found a single justification yet.
It is good to read this book, with its clear distance from the old historical writings of around a hundred or more years ago. Highly recommended.
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.
Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.
W. H. Auden – 1907-1973
Everyone is searching for their own way through this maze of uncertainty and although the world may be unified by a single crisis, we are separated by the uniqueness of our own particular circumstances. And with antisocial media raising the power of the individual over that of the group and giving mainstream platforms to extreme minority views, it can be hard to separate what is individual from what is communal. The danger is that with so much noise coming out of our fractured society, sometimes the only way to hear ourselves think is to stop listening altogether. Yet we do that at our peril. What is the sequel to the dystopian nightmare of Edvard Munch’s The Scream? By listening less might we lose the capacity to listen at all? Live music forces us to listen. It encourages us to listen better. And maintaining this ability, desiring it even, is essential to the survival of the human race. Live music is a celebration of listening, and a celebration of togetherness. We need to do all we can to encourage its full return.
Source: Music is an act of communication. Without anyone listening it doesn’t exist by Mark Wigglesworth
