Cultural Relativism and Thoughts on Food

Recently, I have come across the word "loca-vore" which means a person who eats locally. Define local. Japan is the size of the entire state of California. So, if I eat something grown in northern California, is that local? In a city of 12 million people, I could easily find a dozen mom-and-pop small stores that sold domestically produced produce on the 4 lane road next to the "Urbane Fox For Ladies" building where I lived (aka Seisho Arms) in Tokyo. I know the vegetables there were produced in Japan - as well as the rice. About 30% of the fruit was grown in Japan at these stores. Now I live in a small valley that prides itself on ORGANIC. Yet, there is only one mom-and-pop store I know of here. There are CSA's, which I guess are the closest thing to the stores I could so easily find on the Ome Kaido (street I lived on) that sold seasonal produce. I took it all for granted. I never used processed-anything except maybe Yuzu Ponsu. There is no doubt that the produce was not Organic at these stores. So, to be a loca-vore is one thing; to be a loca-vore and organic may be another. Lest I ruffle feathers, I think I will keep this blog entry right here. Upsetting Americans and their viewpoints is still rather a scary place to prospect.

saturday afternoon in the rain

Ok.
Process implies time. Time implies patience.
Ok.
Instantaneous awareness is a point without time. To notice this, one must be still and have a quiet mind.
Ok.
Time is traveling. In a journey, breaks are necessary.
Just stop. Giving myself a break.
Ok.

The capacity for "not becoming" but "being;" the capacity for "non-relationship" but "relating." And relating to oneself as the same essence as the matter in a raindrop.

I've heard people try to fit me into their box; that was already there before we met.
My soul is a wave. How can one tame a wave? Coach a wave? Train a wave?
Bond with me on an intellectual level and I'll learn brain-exercises.
Bond with me on a soulful level and I'm a wave.

note: the marriage of a wave (soul) and a tree (brain) = a mangrove forest.

2:09 Done

In the
space between
primordial fauna
and eternal
mind
walks the ethereal.
This is best done
with a book on one's
head.