Saturday, December 21, 2013

Becoming a Regular - and How to Take That Home with You

One of our favourite things to do while traveling is find a little bar or coffeeshop and become regulars, even if it's just for a few days. Maybe we speak the language, maybe we don't - but regardless, we settle in for games of Yahtzee every evening, or games of Scrabble every day. Sometimes we chat with the locals, sometimes we just admire the view.
Surin Beach, Thailand (L) + Ella, Sri Lanka (R) [2013]

Often, we'll buy a small piece of artwork from the place - because the kinds of places we like to settle into tend (for some reason) to have local art for sale (as well as the imperative great beer or cocktails or coffee) - and then it hangs in our house and reminds us of when we "lived" in Paraty or Sintra or Long Beach.

But artwork's not quite what this post is about. It's about little routines - becoming a regular.

Friday, December 13, 2013

Eat with Your Hands - Where to Start

I think we should all eat more with our hands. Forget convention, forget tidiness and definitely forget the feel of metal sliding over your teeth and tongue. I have a theory that eating with our hands is better for us - that by touching our food we connect with it a bit more, that it's easier remember to slow down and chew and swallow. We're more mindful. 

It's pretty normal-feeling to shovel food into your face with a utensil - ever tried it with your hand? It feels very strange, very post-apocalyptic. Quick, the zombies are coming - EAT! Or maybe you are the zombie. Hmmm.

Is eating with your hands better for you? At this stage, it's just a theory of mine. There's a lot of fluffy internet crap to wade through on the topic, but I'll let you know if I come up with any scientific evidence for you. All I know is that eating with my hands is fun, and feels nice in a kind of naughty, should I be doing this? kind of way.

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Blogging Angst, and What I'm Going to Do About It

Here's the thing about blogging. You start off wondering what you're going to talk about and then 3 1/2 years later suddenly you're talking about too much. Ironically, I've been a little quiet lately because I've been trying to figure out my writing future. Not "figure out" in a permanent sort of way, but in the sense of choosing my path forward from here. From where I stand right now. 

what does a tortoise have to do with existential crisis?

Out of all these things in my head, which should I put down here? Which should go elsewhere? Which should be note-booked for a later date? I think I've finally (sort of) figured it out.