it's sunday. we went over to the farmer's market this morning. i bought some oxtail pho (which i've yet to eat) and then, when we stopped off at longs, i bought a thai iced tea. i really shouldn't drink the latter, because i'm lactose intolerant, and i always pay for it afterwards (and maybe those around me do too). but, hey, it's good going down, right?
i've kind of been drifting through this weekend... not doing much. i have a hard time recalling what i've done. yesterday, i could've sworn that my wife and i went somewhere or did something, but i can't remember what. oh yes, yesterday, actually, my entire family (including the dog) went over the pearlridge. it was actually pretty crowded over there. a lot of people in masks, which is good, but not particularly practicing social distancing. we went ostensibly to get brunch, which was from that philly cheese steak place, charly's. my sandwich was meh. i couldn't even finish it... after that, i kind of escorted the kids to all their favorite places, which included gamestop, razor concepts, box lunch, and the new mini q... i don't know. maybe at a certain point, you start seeing that all of these little "entertainments" are pretty pointless. i mean, it's somewhat ironic, because i am all about trying to write stories and stuff, and yet, i don't particularly believe in "entertainment" for its own sake... what's the deal with that?
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i have been gradually working on composting. i am trying to read a few books and watch a few videos on composting. one book, the complete guide of composting, is this huge picture filled book that's just impossible to read. i mean, it meanders all over the place. it keeps referring to certain techniques (on page 168) without actually getting into it. hate stuff like that. so i opted to read another book, which is called the rodale book of composting. i guess this guy rodale was supposed to be some sort of expert on composting. it's somewhat better. the chapters i've read have all been explaining the science behind composting, and why the end product of good composting, this thing called humus, is beneficial to plants.
in my own yard, i've been collecting weeds, which i intend to use as the green portion of my composting. i've also been raking up dead leaves, to use as the carbon (brown) portion. oh yeah, i also have continued to feed my batch of worms... although i haven't set them up for success in a real vermicomposting bin... they are still essentially living in their own poop.
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why do we do what we do?
i guess, like nietzche implied, those that ask those sorts of questions too often are of "weaker" moral character, in the sense that they are separated from the flow of life for too long. when you are "in the moment" and "in the dream", you don't really question things so much.
so the problem isn't a "why" one. it's more of a "how." how do we re-enter the flow of life?
again, for me, i take no pleasure in the things that most people do... i'm pretty boring in a sense. i actually enjoy caring for things, and finding ways to improve myself. that's ALL i've been doing for this prolonged break, even if the results were pretty meager... sometimes i wonder if i'm missing out on something... honestly, though, if it weren't for the pressure of other people, i think i would just continue living like this... kind of like leon from the professional... before he met matilda.
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