I wish this post was about The Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos. Or the social injustices of brainwashing and sedation that corporations spend millions on to hold you in place. Chucky D, I see you man.
But this was more about good times and Laker championships. I started thinking about complex relationships and how that pressure creates diamonds. Sometimes the understanding of how to align energies is the ability to break pattern. Obviously Shaq and Kobe didn’t like each other, but what was evil and good? Those energies that we try to control and compartmentalize become windows into our false world that give us clues to spiritualism. Sports can embody some of the worst elements of social hierarchy in elitism, yet through it we can also find how our body, mind, and spirit function.
As a cook I always wonder how food fuels connections and abilities. I used to cook for the Cruz Azul soccer team from Mexico and everything was itemized that went into their bodies. Every particle that they ate was charted, studied, monitored, examined, theorized, mapped out. Almost like hydroponic humans. I didn’t necessarily agree with it, but it made me think about how we use those applications on so many other things in life and science — yet hardly use a fraction of that thought in our eating habits as we just funnel chemicals and carbonates down our throat into a moat to just float in digestive oblivion.
I don’t want to take the fun out of cooking or eating, but it confuses me when there are wars between what is good or evil when we don’t even apply ourselves. There are divisions with out knowledge. We are only eating one fraction of the plant life found in the North America as we consume what I call 2 a.m. TV flavor that just drowns out into the background. Yet compared to other cultures that forage everything from single weeds to acorns out of their land, filling themselves with calculus equations of nutrients — we in the good ol’ USA find ourselves as champions still, while we eat chips and 9 layer dips and make whole campaigns to have kids eat raw carrots.
There is a line and we on one side believe that we’ve come a far way because there are so many farmers markets doing great things. But maybe it’s time to stop thinking what is good and evil.
Maybe it’s time to know there is a Shaq and a Kobe and neither is good or evil, it’s up to us to find our Phil to fill our souls. It’s gonna take time, but time is not as we know it, so we can start anytime. Figure out a mix that works. Junk food and organics can hold hands. Maybe that’s the start instead of being secular.
Let’s admit that we eat like shit and follow like sheep. Then maybe we can find a way to expose ourselves to understand that food is a privilege to some while fingers are pointed at many who are given no knowledge or choice. And maybe we can see that not everyone is drinking a $5 cup of coffee or finding the next greatest thing out of choice.
Some cannot see that choice.
So let’s share that choice.
It’s a choice that I make. To share.
And not just within the same bubble. You can be a champion with out others having to lose sometimes.
I don’t know what I’m rambling about. I’m just trying to feed people. And there are a lot of people that we don’t feed yet. Think about that, my foodie friends.