It’s time for beans. Crunchy munchy things. Again, not my favourite food, but there was a very good bunch in my Thoughtful Foods box and we mustn’t waste anything, must we? Sliced thinly, they actually add some zest to the textural experience, not to mention sonic variation and proprioceptive energy, when one chews! Here are the beans in fried rice vermicelli and with egg and Chinese preserved veggies on a bed of rice. Simple pleasures on a tight budget.
I have been wondering lately about the comparative naiveté of individuals with autism when juxtaposed with the worldly social skills of the average neurotypical. I suppose this perceived social neoteny has much to do with our innate concrete and literal cognitive functioning, which does not fit into the liquid, inconstant and fluctuating tenets of the neurotypical social constructs. Continue reading →
BLEEDING CESSPOOLS OF BEAUTY – screenshots from Scheherazade’s Sea 2010
“there are none so blind”…
yet lies sublime
such tendrils strong
pull the unwary along
before you realise
what danger subterfuge
you’re caught inside the vortex
“You are innocent when you dream.” That’s a quote from a Tom Waits song.
My baby is always innocent. She is as close to purity and innocence incarnate as any living being can be. I love to just gaze at her when she sleeps. Sometimes, she has dreams that make her whimper ever so forlornly. Other times the whimpers escalate and become tiny sobs and stifled howls. Always gentle. Always soft. Never violent. Even in her dreams. And I wonder, what is it that torments her inside these buried memories? Continue reading →