“She’s the finest girl we know, doesn’t have a bitter bone
But bouncing ‘round the world with us always leaves her just a touch
From spinnin’ out into the stars back up to where we once belonged
Breathe in the air, my pretty, breathe until you fall in love
Breathe in the air my precious, breathe until you want to burst
But don’t miss this world, inflatable girl.”

It was as if the song had been written for her. The emotions she so tried to suppress rose and fell as ephemeral satin that touched her, and left her despite herself. The riffs of the guitar and the voice that sang flowed like viscous syrup, calming, sweet, almost too sweet, and disturbing at once. She was breathing. She was trying not to miss this world. It was moments like this when the entrance to her heart opened, to reveal Atlantis, an unexplored paradise of vibrant and lucid mysteries of which she was all too aware. Moments like this were rare, and never occurred in the presence of anyone else.
She fought to keep her attention as she drove, sky leaden with snow clouds propelling drifts of snowflakes against her windshield, wind tunneling and intensifying in a crescendo to match the symphony in the song and in her mind. And even as she retained perfect control on the steering wheel, the sense of control strangely eluded her. She felt the hum of her car, the light vibrations shaking her soul. The trees, mountains, countryside flew by like sfumato on a fine Renaissance painting, lovingly mastered for her eyes. And the vision of her blurred by the surroundings in much the same way, enigmatic and unfettered, except by herself.
Her eyes bemoaned the love she had never allowed, her smile contradicted the reality she believed and existed, and she expanded as her words surged onto paper, as the colors and illuminated life around her spilled in the pictures she loved to take, buoyancy cheekily making an appearance every so often in the oceans she drowned in. A fallen star she was, and yet light years higher and further than anything one could have ever known. The road ahead unraveled, bold bride of the night in the arms of a lover. The tires caressed in turn, rough and persuasive, crashing into her consciousness, and fading slowly. Her emotions still flailed in the riptide.
As the song ended, the surge of feeling receded, welcomed back into the Ganges of her mind. Deep, renewing, eternal, clandestine. As the music faded, the clouds in the sky deepened in foreboding, and the clouds on her face parted to break into a smile that annihilated and supplanted the sunlight she craved, there to light her own dark shell, and there for all around her to see, and never understand. The magic was in her blissful unawareness that she didn’t need the sun—she had it within her.

--Pooja Dhar

Sweet child of mine

Gemini mind

Questions

What should I have for dinner tonight?

I tried something new today..I cooked lamb shanks couple weeks back so I had some boneless lamb meat excess that I had to use up and some left over chopped apricots from last week (I tore off the original pack and they would get rancid..you know nuts!)
Chopped the lamb, ginger, garlic, coriander powder, salt wound them tightly in Al foils and let in the oven (400F) for a few minutes..I had to finish watching the end of the Law&Order episode :P
Next I opened them up, fried the pieces with some cinnamon powder, some cardamom seeds and a little cumin (don't ask me how much..I don't know). When I started to get a good smell and the pieces looked like rare steaks, I added the apricots. I coated my baking pan with Al foil, with one sinde hanging long enough so I could cover the meat with it--transfered the meat on the pan, with the juice/thin spice sauce (not bloody juice), covered it well so nothing drips..set it in teh oven at 350F. I like my meat tender. So I cook longer, but hey, if you want it rare or medium..your choice..remember what USDA says though.. Meat cooked to inside temp of 160 F is safe (regardless of color).

Rob Lyons : The truth about organic food

So why are organic ideas that were based on disillusionment with modernity back in fashion today? Economically and politically, Western societies have stagnated over the last 30 years or so. The idea that tomorrow will look radically different from – and better than - today seems unrealistic to many. Both the traditional left and right are exhausted, their visions of the future bankrupt. Against this background those who hanker after an imaginary idyllic past, or are fearful of future change, can often exercise disproportionate influence over politics and culture. Alongside the aristocrats like Prince Charles we now have the disillusioned stockbrokers who give up the rat race to sell organic jam, the New Age religionists, and the middle-class hypochondriacs.

An excerpt from
Rob Lyons :
The truth about organic food
It’s not healthier or Greener, and it's incapable of feeding the world. So why is it back in fashion?