There are interesting and unexpected ways to meet new people. unLike those who try to connect via Facebook. What’s more interesting is that many people in this region utilize Facebook like Twitter. Instead of creating more or less exclusive network they are broadcasting like Twitter Many distinguished institutions and groups have adopted a person page where they become friends with their subscribers. I do not mind meeting people in any particular venues… but I like elevator most. The environment lacks any particular stimulus which is the opposite of social sites. Attention is to the number display, the door, and the mechanical movement of the cabin. If there are other passengers there is an additional focus to the position and placement of bodies in the closed space. It is like a sensory deprivation chamber. One of the first Philosopher to propose a chamber that eliminates all physical stimulus was Avicenna. He argued that in such situation (lack of body) a certain awareness continues to persist. Elevator brings us back to our primordial forms. who we are, displaced between heaven and earth. Elevators remind us that we have nothing to say. Nothing relevant at least.
Meet me in an elevator. Meet me when I look awful. When I’m taking out the trash. When I drive poorly. When I’m carrying something heavy or going through the doorway when I’m trying to get through. Meet me in some art gallery. But please, do not meet me on Facebook. It was not designed for that; I was not designed for that.
This state of affairs seems to press that having an inadequate and incomplete reality with a perfect idea of it is advantageous to having nothing and a mere perfect idea. The former is much closer to its perfect reality form than the latter.
The school of thought that promotes reducing things down to common forms. Reductionists tend to like ideas like category, essence, form, idea. This school of people oppose productionists.
Productionism: Seeing special, particular, peculiar, and distinguishing features of particulars, peculiars, distinquished and personalized. Productionists see everything differently and try to see things differently. The focus on everything is in a way narrowed to only the immediate and practical and at hand. The school undermines understanding and relation of everything to everything to the relationship of the everything and the individual.
To release a product or service from the bonds of demonetization — the price of something in terms of money.
Now the argument should go like this: We can not do a good job of monetizing at all times therefore we should try to avoid it. The conclusion doesn’t follow exactly but I will try to make the propositions compelling. Or maybe not. It will suffice to say that the market value of something does not reveal much. Every person is a market in themselves and trade goes both ways…
Don’t you hate it when people take picture of their food and put it on the web? Do we pretend we give a … about the food that was eaten by some friend? I know that the “first” person that did it was quite noble: The food had become an act. It was part of travelogue and the person was saving a seat at the table and sharing many more experiences about her life. It wasn’t just the image of a bubble tea someone ordered. Now having stated that, let’s talk about kofteh!
I was very kofteh, meaning beaten (tired) two days ago when a wonderful friend brought me some kofteh. It is ground meat mixed with variation of rice and and split pea (and some other magical ingredients) that is formed into rounded shape. So ironically it could take a kofteh to get rid of feeling koufteh (excuse the pun). I consider koufteh to have higher culinary value than the typical stews Persians make everyday. It has to hold up and cook properly. There is craft into it and it is very delicate.
I think food has power to transform and change. It has color, smell, taste, and engages every sense. The culture of preparing, serving, and eating is being lost which makes cooking for someone a greatest act.
(I like to think this person makes food only for me although it appears others benefit from her kindness and generosity as well. This reminds me of the time someone said to me “God loves you.” And as soon as I began to feel good about it, he added: “God loves everybody”. It is still hard not to think about her and think of Koufte. This is the impression I have of her. The sense-data includes Koufteh, as well as appearance, ideas, poems, artistic taste…
So I will call this, “the food of love”. Though it is good word for it. It has a sense of devotion, kindness, and grace. Food signifies time. It brings us back to the moment. It has a short span; just like our life. Food can’t be rushed. It has to be aged. It has to age, infuse and percolate.
It is very important to hide the food of love. The last time she brought cheese sandwiches to the gallery. They were wrapped neatly in their own plastic sheets and neatly placed in a basket. They were still warm. I quickly decided to drink tea with them and headed for the kitchen. But when I got back to the office, the starving artist had left me with an empty basket. I share food. But not this one. At least not with everyone. For I ask this: If life is a cup…