I should mention that I am present on social media

panthere-bleu:

simonalkenmayer:

I use my Instagram account “Simoniscoolandlikescoffee” to post images of food. Food I’ve bought at restaurants and food that I’ve cooked myself. I find that to be the most expedient way to do so. I also occasionally post images of bees and memes I find amusing. I’d like to begin using it more but have no idea what I’d do with it.

My twitter account is almost exclusively publishing, business and political in nature. Largely because it’s my understanding that Twitter is considered to be more professional in tone. @SAnthropophage for that.

You can find my website and subscribe to it via email. If you do this, any entry I post will be sent to your email, for you to read whenever you wish, without having to visit my site. I post all manner of things on there from recipes to historical discussions, and while I do share the entries on this site as well, they can get lost on Tumblr, while they cannot be lost on the website. It will also contain extra information you cannot find here, as it is the original home of the experiment in its first form.

I have both a personal Facebook and a fan page for my books.

I have a Pinterest also and use it to find antiques, images of things to do with the Spawn, food and so forth.

I have a Youtube but all it is used for is the posting of the yearly flaming cheeseball and my music playlist for all to share, if they wish.

I’m sure I have a few others, though cannot recall what they are. What social media do you think I should use?

I’m not sure what else I should have.

What about LinkedIn?

Nobody uses LinkedIn. least of all monsters.

What is your personal definition of love? Like how to you equate it in words? (If that makes sense, i guess I’m looking for your poetic understanding?)

A loved one is someone whose vantage on the world is indispensable to you. Someone you feel compelled to protect. Someone you cannot help but want to witness and assist as they grow and change and evolve as an individual. Someone whose goals or aspirations match your own in intensity and meaning.  Someone you cannot hurt or lie to without hurting or deceiving yourself. Someone in whom you put your trust. Someone you will never tire of experiencing.

Someone who feels the same about you. Love is reflexive–all types of love, romantic or not. I mean that, not in the medical sense, but the linguistic. It is something that does not exist without two people experiencing it simultaneously and saying so. You do not actually love a person, unless you’ve told them that you love it. You can protect them, you can admire them, you can delight at their existence, but you cannot ever truly experience the other without being allowed in, and the only way in is the admission. Love cannot happen unless both parties participate. 

People talk about the selfishness of love (By people, I mean idiots and disgusting pseudophilosophical dollards like Ayn Rand). Many say love is illusory and is a word that merely signifies the desire to have better or more resources, dwindling the emotions of love down to physicality or biological necessity. I disagree with this. Perhaps it is true that there are biological or evolutionary reasons to have a loved one, but too many times, I have seen evidence that it is purely psychological. It is purely the higher mind finding stimulation, conceiving of something more profound than its own needs. Real love is pure, in that it is of the higher mind, though aspects of that love may bleed into or encompass more physical feelings like lust.

I do not think love is biological. It’s too unnecessary to be natural. It’s merely an emergent property of sentience, perhaps even the first emergent property.

It simply happens, once complexity of a specific magnitude is achieved in a creature. It obeys no rules. It can even lead to the death of the carrier. It is not a replicating phenomenon in the scientific sense and so, it isn’t of evolution.

You asked for poetry. I gave you science, but to me they are often one and the same.

I should mention that I am present on social media

I use my Instagram account “Simoniscoolandlikescoffee” to post images of food. Food I’ve bought at restaurants and food that I’ve cooked myself. I find that to be the most expedient way to do so. I also occasionally post images of bees and memes I find amusing. I’d like to begin using it more but have no idea what I’d do with it.

My twitter account is almost exclusively publishing, business and political in nature. Largely because it’s my understanding that Twitter is considered to be more professional in tone. @SAnthropophage for that.

You can find my website and subscribe to it via email. If you do this, any entry I post will be sent to your email, for you to read whenever you wish, without having to visit my site. I post all manner of things on there from recipes to historical discussions, and while I do share the entries on this site as well, they can get lost on Tumblr, while they cannot be lost on the website. It will also contain extra information you cannot find here, as it is the original home of the experiment in its first form.

I have both a personal Facebook and a fan page for my books.

I have a Pinterest also and use it to find antiques, images of things to do with the Spawn, food and so forth.

I have a Youtube but all it is used for is the posting of the yearly flaming cheeseball and my music playlist for all to share, if they wish.

I’m sure I have a few others, though cannot recall what they are. What social media do you think I should use?

I’m not sure what else I should have.

this may seem somewhat intrusive, but do you and Chef have sex? or is it just romantic love?

Our anatomies are not compatible in the traditionally sexual sense. Humans find this sort of thing either erotic or embarrassing. To me it’s neither. I enjoy his mind. He enjoys mine. I think he’s delicious, which complicates things. He is attracted to me whether or not I like that notion. So, I suppose to answer the question in a succinct way, there is petting, titivating, kissing, and fluids. For him, it’s physically satisfying in the sexual way, for me in a purely gastronomical one, with the added enjoyment of having made him happy.

And yes, I do protect him from my teeth.

Scaevity, scaevities

1. N. Unluckiness

2. N. Left-handedness

Example: 1. People often attribute their failures to scaevity, when in fact, they are simply terrible at making decisions in a rational way. 2. Scaevity made using traditional scissors a bit difficult for him.

It sounds like an insult, doesn’t it? It wouldn’t be now, but in the age when it was used–the mid-1600′s– it absolutely was in both senses. You see, people paid an awful lot of attention to fortune and handedness both. Despite the biblical edicts against engaging in predictive behaviors, casting lots, and divination, reading omens was actually something that got a tacit pass. Kings and queens considered it a type of divine medicine, and so if a prognosticator was patronized by a member of the peerage, they were often protected from the wrath of the Church. So to, is it true that the Church also employed such people to make predictions on their behalf. Everything from tracking the stars, to reading tea leaves, analyzing blood and urine, all manner of odd thing was done to try and know he mysteries of God’s intent.

To lack fortune was a fate worse than death. It meant that like Job, God had turned away from you and the Devil was having a go. People saw bad fortune as a kind of sickness and avoided it by avoiding you. One or two misfortunes was fine, but if you found yourself always the comedic fodder of the universe, you were a pariah next.

Handedness was also imbued with religious significance. The Church often used it, during the Inquisitions and witch trials, as a means of targeting people. Left-handedness meant that one was possibly touched by a negative force, and therefore was both unfortunate, and considered more likely to accept demonic influence into their lives. Children who exhibited this trait were “trained” out of it in the first primary schools, because those were run by the Church. Meaning that of course, entire groups of young boys were likely beaten along the back of the left hand to prevent them from their natural inclination.

As the ocean moves

simonalkenmayer:

We are not the sand. We are not the salt. We aren’t the combination of elements. There’s no stasis to this. Each time the water touches the land and moves away, it changes. always moving but never once the same composition.

We are the wave form. We are moving through and over this.

Clinging to a love, avoiding that which we fear, denying commonality or calling up differences ignores our true substance. You are never what you have been, so much as what you will be. 

People often ask me for favorites, for points of constancy over time, and I find it very difficult to explain that those cannot exist. You cannot ever stand still. The longer you live, the more you’ll see the truth of this. We launch ourselves forward, always. We throw ourselves into the next experience, the next food, the next sound, the next idea, the next way of being. If we don’t, we sink. When someone asks you who you are, you cannot describe what you like, what you’ve done. Those things are meaningless. Describe where you’re going. Describe those things that propel you to it.

You are what moves you and where you will go. Inner calm, longevity, the joy of accomplishment all depend on this. You are the thing still forming, the being who is living. You are moving. You are a wave form, not the sea, not the sand, not the salt. 

Don’t ask me about the shores I’ve been to. Don’t ask me about the ships I’ve carried. Don’t wonder what mysteries I’ve entertained.

Ask me about the tide.

What is the longest you’ve ever been silent?

Without a single word spoken? Hmm…I think it must have been around the beginning of my memory. I think perhaps…Zounds it feels like wading through quicksand to dredge up all that. I think 1400′s. About a decade, if my math is right, but back then time wasn’t very important to me and I’m guessing based on events that happened around me, bookending the time period.