Sunday, September 7, 2014

Let's go Buffalo (Wings)


I can't remember exactly how many $.10 cent wings I would down, at the Inn Between in my college town of Geneseo, NY on Tues. (or was it Thurs.), I do know that if I got 'hot' or 'suicidal', the pitchers of beer were hardly enough to douse the flames of eternal buffalo wing love ...   I would down them until it hurt, something like $2.00 worth (20) comes to mind.

Many years later (lets call it shy of 30, wow slash ouch) I'm reticent to discuss the effect that amount of deep fried chicken skin and fat, has on my digestive system.   Not because I wouldn't like to, or because I pull punches when talking about the more unsavory aspects of my gastrointestinal tract ... its because I'm going meat-free lately and looking for better options.

Enter Frank's Hot Sauce ...

I could put this on a piece of tree branch, and chew on.  Seriously, wear gloves lest you find yourself gnawing on your own finger, thinking "hmm, this doesn't taste too bad, with some Frank's".

Here's a recipe I found online, for Buffalo Cauliflower "Wings" that came out really good!

Are you ready for some football?   Find some celery, and bleu cheese and a friend that likes spice ... and enjoy!

Buffalo Cauliflower Wings

Ingredients
Cauliflower - 1 large head, pieces fairly large (1+ inches)
Milk - 1 cup
Flour - 1/2 cup
Panko Bread Crumbs - 1/4 cup
Garlic powder - 1 tbs
Black pepper - 1 teasp.

Franks Hot sauce and 1 tbs melted butter in a bowl (to toss)

Instructions

Preheat oven to 425 deg
Cut Cauliflower into large flowerets (1-2")
Combine milk, flour, bread crumbs, garlic powder and pepper in bowl
(note:  add milk slowly, and stop when the batter seems about pancake batter consistency, you don't want it too thin.  If less than a cup, then that's ok.)

Dredge Cauliflower pieces in batter and place them on a foil-lined cookie sheet (important, it'll stick)

Bake for 18 min. turning once.

Meanwhile, combine butter and Frank's in a large bowl  (I melt the butter in microwave)

Coat cauliflower in sauce, and bake 2-3 more minutes to set the sauce (I like it wet, so don't dry them out by baking too long, after tossing in the sauce)

Serve with Blue Cheese dressing (Marie's) and Celery sticks.

I like them wet and glistening with Frank's and Butter, Yum!

Friday, September 5, 2014

Take care of yourself


... because no well else will."

end-quote, who says this?  Who does this?   Everyone. Noone.

What does it mean, though?  To take care of yourself.

Let's state with what it isn't:
  1. Its not:  Putting others first
    Ouch!   That hits the 'givers' right in the loin chops.  This is a weird paradox, to be sure.  Leads to Martyr Syndrome.
  2. Its not:  Partying until you puke
    Ouch!   Food, drink slovenly, stupor.   Minimialist, easing your digestion and keeping the chemical balances from food and drink, so your brain and body feel ok.
  3. Its not:  Doing nothing
    Ouch!   Relaxing, lazy-boy, lounging, sleeping more.   It's about restoring vitality to your soul, through movement.
So I guess I've inter strewn some positive reinforcement in saying what taking care of yourself is not, from my perspective.

Negative mirrors reflect truths.   Changes, revealed ... easier.


Thursday, September 4, 2014

One right form, for the Story


So I posted a quote, which I read from Betsy Lerner's "The Forest for the Trees" book, an editor's Advice to Writers which reads

There is only one right form for a story, and if you fail to find that form the story will not tell itself.

Not knowing what that means, or even having an inkling, I write this up on my whiteboard to ponder, become my own muse and contemplate what my answer to this would be.   I'm a hack of a writer.  I have no idea what "form" means for a story, 1st person, 3rd person, poem or prose ... I'm clueless, so I figure I need to have some time to mull over the possibilities.

One day, I walk in, after my cleaning girl (my daughter, Grace) has finished cleaning, apparently she has inspiration to fill in the answer, and fills the rest of the board with this:

"I think of every life as a story and one author, God.   Each day, year, week, hour, minute and second we learn what's right and what's wrong. Each page that you're turning is supposed to be the BEST and each minute you are in the story all about you.    Make it about others, too. "

So a tear came, as I thought how profound this girl of 9 is.  The right form for the story is self relative, but also includes others.   It's told from the perspective of our creator who watches down on us, and we self-regulate our actions, learning right and wrong as we go.

It seems from this explanation, writing can commence.  Sure there'll be blunders in grammer, syntax and the like, but the right form for the story... the right perspective and voice has been found.

I love you Grace.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Peaking at the right time

peak1
pēk/
reach a highest point, either of a specified value or at a specified time


Some of us are late bloomers. In our own way of dancing this mess around, we've been to the party, been to the edge, been over the top and still never really peaked.

I can't say what is the 'problem' quote, un-quote with others, and really if I'm honest, can't really diagnose what my own problem(s) have been.

But I do know, that my friend Tom Ustach, told me once "You were an athlete, you'll figure it out".

I drank another beer, and thought about it.   Thought about my troubles, with weight, alcohol, drugs, anger, and all of those things that hold me back from attaining real success.

So I've been enlightened to the answers, ignored them, scoffed at the possibility, hid, ignored and otherwise just tried to put aside the truths lying there, ready for me to pick up and utilize.

So I go all the way back, to when I had a goal.   One goal, based on love and loss, was to clean up and find a way back into the life of the girlfriend in college I had lost, due to some of the afformentioned problems.

But on circumspection, that was not the case ~  what "really happened", is I had not "cleaned up", over the summer of 1982, but rather, smoked, drank, and didn't eat (and jogged 5 miles a night) to a svelt 195 lbs, had a motorcycle and imploded the relationship, due to my ego.

That's right, I peaked too early, and supernova'd my first love into non-existence. Ouch.

Like a sick puppy, I tried to prove I was that clean guy, that this anger, and physical outburst was an aberration of my true self, when sadly, nothing I could muster about being "that guy", rang true.  It was as transparent as saran wrap, the likes of which I would likely have suffocated myself by wrapping it around my head.

I had suicidal thoughts, after this breakup, I had my whole life ahead, yet was devastated, maybe from the loss, maybe from my father leaving, maybe that love itself was an illusion.

As I thought about how one would secure a rope on the Geneseo pagoda, that was above the student union, I snapped my head out of this (as a coward, that I am), to hear the Devo song, "Its a beautiful world" in my head.
Music saved the day, I lived to party once more, and fuck this I'm on a mission, to enjoy life.

And enjoy I did, to excess more than not, too much wine, women, song, smoke and anything I wanted ... my mantra "Nothing is out of bounds" (save Heroin, wimp that I am, needles and physical addiction seemed too much even for me), but anything else, was fair game.

Flash to 30 years later, with a beautiful wife, four beautiful and smart children, great income, real estate, and everything my anger and drive could muster, I have it all, except for that missing quotient. Love.

Yes, I have people who express love for me, yes my children need me ... that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about that stirring in the soul that is reserved for only the most intimate encounter, that of self.

I watched a show yesterday, that Johnny Carson, would like to be alone, kind of a loner, and made use of that time, to which I thought - "Yes!", that's exactly correct.  I never had a problem being alone, I had problems understanding other people in this quest for love experience, love action ... I didn't see it.  Songs like "Where is the Love", come to mind in almost every human encounter ... it hurts to see.

Then I hold the "Man in the MIrror" Michael Jackson up to my own sad self, and look at the mess I've created and again, where is the love?  Self-love.

So its time, to peak.     I've peaked so soon, felt so highly of myself, that I almost supernova'd out.  You know the type, the Robin Williams, the Phillip Seymour Hoffmans ... its not that these people had deep problems, its that they had such peaking ability there wasn't realistic limits or peers to relate to.  Everything was a compromise, everything is diluted in the world of those that peak so early and so often.  (you can only handle so many "atta boys" before you want to punch that complimenter right in the face, for not feeling or treating you like a person, not a superstar).   So I get this, loners, can be depressed.  Its called the human condition, that's the source of most depression.   Nature, is very hard to be depressed at, its too awe inspiring, mountains, insects, fruits, the form of a woman's body ... these things are nature's blessings.

Its the uglier side that gets to you, but I digress.    This is about peaking at the right time.

At (over 50), without all the accolades, no trophies to speak of, no real proven things (the children are small, and just emerging), with some of the wealth being in the category of "a little success is a dangerous thing", ie; you don't try any harder because, enough is there already ... 

It's time to peak. 

In twenty or thirty years, I see the decline of the body is such that you are really done.   So forgetting the previous thirty, and looking to the next thirty ... the slow methodical peaking process has to be model'ed perhaps after the runner-athlete.

Phase 1 - start out slow, and steady with base training.  This has been going on, I've stabilized my life to the point where the "base" is not quaking and shaking out from underneath me.  Its hard to rock the world-Mazurik. We've been there, done that, what's next, we're ready.  This phase of getting mental, muscle and spiritual things aligned in my life to make them strong enough to endure the further stresses involved in peaking require me to:
- stop drinking (and smoking)
- eliminate meat from my diet
- eliminate sugar and white flour from my diet
- move daily
- drop the first 25% of the weight gain, immediately. Move through the next 75% in the coming year, to goal.

Phase 2 -  Aerobic, this is the sweating part.    "Never let them see you sweat", but you must sweat!   The skin is the biggest organ, and it will relieve your liver (as will the things in phase 1) to help it do its job.  Sweating will remove toxins so the liver works less hard at that, and can help with the fat conversion as you lose weight.
This is the 1 hour of physical activity to sweat.

Phase 3 - AnAerobic, high intensity interval - weight training.  This will help the muscles clean out the gunk, help get more burn and build strength.


From a physical and mental aspect, of peaking at 52 or so, it will be good to get all the "stars aligned", from ego, to self-love, to physical conditioning.   Peaking and then maintaining.

What comes after, is apparent, and inevitable ... the decline ... but having lived the life fantastic, and undisciplined, it is time to get the handle on the concept of peaking.

Trying to hold onto the peak condition can lead to injury, burn-out or overtraining.  The plan is that the instilled life changes will help, reduce the pain through the aging process and allow for a better interaction with those around, it starts with self-love.

There will be a downhill slide, but getting muscles and body in tune for this ride, and having pride and love of self will assure this ride is the best it can be.

And that I peaked at the right time.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Changes



Where to draw the inspiration, for change.   Change is inevitable, is quoted, incorrectly ... no its not.  Nothing is inevitable, save maybe death; oh, and taxes.

Newton's classical laws of mechanics summarized:  bodies at rest, stay at rest.  Bodies in motion, stay in motion except if either is acted upon by some external force.

Life force, the energy that one possesses to be alive on this planet is no different.   Robin Williams, acted upon by an equal and opposite force by a belt, lost the ability to breath.  Life force gone.
Phillip Seymour Hoffman, acted upon by lethal injection forces of potent drugs, lost the ability to have his heart pump and breath. Life force gone.

Likewise, I think the barcalounger, in its comfortable La-z-boy way, lets us quietly sit back, relax and enjoy the show ... body at rest, remaining at rest, getting out of shape and eventually getting to the place where life force again, can be gone.

Changes are brewing for me, I saw the energy of ant like creatures this weekend
at Hood to Coast, quite accidental I decided to go to Seaside ... almost serendipity,
as I was so intrigued that I finally triggered in me the need to change.


So it was inspiration, to get some persperation, to lose the weight I've been carrying far too long.

Its 132 miles, and I plan a pound per mile be gone this year.  Next year, I'm walking strong in this thing, and I need to completely focus on the change ahead of me.

This body needs to be in motion.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Depressed? Who me?


"...at least in my life I can go the heights, and go to the depths.  That's a good life."  ~ Angelica Huston

So much is made about depression. The mind taking people down.
I found myself, almost letting the word become part of my vernacular, 10 or 15 years ago and I'm sure I was exhibiting aspects of depression at times.  I'd be glum, angry, sleep and not want to get out of bed.
I'd blame people, see the world as hopeless and think about exiting this world, ... stage left.

But what if, that is all normal.   That's what I've learned about my own way of dealing with ... well, life.

I've come to face the fact that it isn't all a bed of roses, whatever that means.   Or like the song from the 70's,  Lynn Anderson belts out "I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden", as a kid I remember thinking it odd, that someone would glamorize the fact that life may suck sometimes, and oh, it may be me making your life suck.   Of course, I had real life role models raising me who would show me the highs and lows of life, firsthand, so I got it, just thought it bold to sing about it so openly.

Maybe that's the problem these days, no one wants to sing about it openly, let alone talk about it or deal with the unsavory, glass half emptiness that occurs on a regular basis.   We social network the good times in words and photos, to have an empty victory post (and followers to 'like' us), or gulp down some depressants in the liquid form of beer, wine or harder, pop a few capsule form anti-depressants or just stay in bed and avoid the "chaos".  Americans!  We don't know the first thing about chaos, or depression.

We're like little kids who have had our candy lollipop taken away if our life experience isn't awesome every moment.   We need the thrill of acquiring more in our consumer ridden lives, better this and newer that to chase some feeling that elusively escapes us.  We feign national pride every couple of years when the Olympics come around or switch to World Cup arousal for no apparent reason, none of us really like soccer.   Anything to keep the high, and avoid the low.

What would happen if Americans were exposed to life near the Gaza strip, being bombarded daily with sirens bombs, friends and relatives being killed, haters coming after you daily?  What kind of depression would ensue if you were Ukrainian facing the prospect of folding back into old world Russian dictatorship and loss of all the liberties that were so hard fought to win?

We can't as Americans grasp the meaning of true depressing thoughts, so we invent them.   We quarrel and squabble with our spouses, our neighbors, our families, our pets.  We get depressed if things don't go perfectly in our mini snow-globe world, trying each and every one of us to live in Potterville, well wake up! It isn't a wonderful life, the concept of people doing an about face and you're going to fall into it and live happily ever after from some outside miracle is bunk.  That isn't to say miracles don't happen they do.  And it is a wonderful life, its just people rarely change their stripes, like Mr. Potter did, so don't count on it happening.

Only YOU can make arrangements in your own head to make life tolerable, bearable and worth living.   That's the crux of it, making it worth living, this life and doing the mental organization is tough work.  Its hard to think, plan, motivate, look past set-backs and have goals.  Most people give up on them, hate themselves and paint themselves as failures, or worse ... reach some modicum of success and then say, "good enough".

But that is a recipe for disaster.   A little bit of success is a dangerous thing, it lends itself to having false pride and stagnation, and causes you not to reach for anything else.  You see in life, the journey is what its about, and that journey is paved with potholes, road outages, floods, fires, tornados, earthquakes and sometimes, if you're prepared enough (notice I didn't say "lucky" because I don't believe in luck, you make your own) you will sail.

Sailing down the road, warp speed, unfettered is the rite of those who master their own domains.  Seinfeld put a different spin, that wreaked of masterbatory inuendo, but I felt mastery of ones domain, or maybe dominion is about figuring out what your strengths are, and where they lie.

For me, my strength is knowing the Lord, my strength is having a cooperative loving family and my strength is in my preparation, planning and follow through.

I haven't always recognized this, but have come to, that the Lord is my Shepard, I shall not want (for anything), and attending a Church called Abundant Life, rings true the bounty and blessings that I'm afforded in this world, which are too numerous to mention.  Truly blessed is the life I live.

My family, a source of constant consternation (in a good way), keeps me on my toes, on guard and trying to stay one step ahead in the learning (teaching) aspects of parenting.   I so look for the teaching moments, instead of what's wrong with my family. Does it break me, yes, occasionally, I'm human. But I love my family for their perseverance, reverence and obedience.  They are a reason to never be depressed, actually, and perhaps because loneliness is sometimes coupled with depression, I will talk about that a little bit later in this post.  My point, I'm never lonely around my family, my loved ones.

Preparation and follow-through.   I never glommed onto much in Cub Scouts or Boy Scouts, but I do remember their motto "Be Prepared" ( a good idea if camping out in the woods ), but also a good idea in life.  I never was good at chess, but I know to be good at chess, you have to anticipate your opponents moves and think your moves a couple, if not several, moves in advance.

Life is like chess.  There isn't necessarily causality in the one thing you do, but more like a pebble rippling into a very calm water, the ripples of what you do reverberate outword, sending energies into your world in beautiful sine waves.  Thinking and preparing for what is next is really important, lest you have those ripples become tsunami's or have the pebbles be so many, that the ripples run into each other, dampening or causing harmonic distortion, in effect leveling out and nullifying your very intent.

To think ahead, is to be ahead.   I've always been a fan of a 1 year plan, a 2-5 year plan, and even thinking 10 years out.  Then I found myself, achieving all I wanted in my 5 year plan (in two years) and being stymied by how awesome this planning thing is, I was almost scared to do more of it.

Scared of your own success and awesomeness, is a contributing factor, to the malaise in owns own life, that can lead to depression.   If you think you can't catch a break, its because you haven't made your own breaks happen.   Harken's to the saying "If you think you can, or you think you can't, you're probably right".  Genius, saying if you ask me.

It's all in your mind.

But let's get back to loneliness as a contributing factor.   Yes, it is harder to be alone, with yourself, than one can possibly imagine it should be.   Only then are you facing your own "El Guapo's"  (in the Movie: The Three Amigos,  El Guapo is a sinister being, that raids the villages, terrorizes the people, rapes, pillages and plunders), the classic line in the movie : "In a way, we all have our own El Guapo's to face. For some shyness might be their El Guapo. For others, a lack of education might be their El Guapo. For us, El Guapo is a big, dangerous man who wants to kill us".

So its in these moments of silence, and alone time, that one has to face their own personal El Guapo(s).  I went to anger management class, after some rougher argumentative battles on the marriage front, and it struck me when the counselor said the end of the anger cycle is death.   That vocalizing and verbal abuse, leads to physical abuse, leads to "red outs" (like "black outs"), leads to physical harm, leads to death.
O.k., I'm not wanting to be angry, thank your for the lesson.   It worked, for me, to know this road leads to nowhere.  I still battle being angry, but will not up the ante, anymore, its a losing proposition.

I think the same about depression.   Where I differ from psycho analysis or medical establishments, is that they believe it isn't something that one can control, without therapy and / or drugs.  I think we can.

Like anger, I think the end path of severe depression is death (suicide).  So just like anger, I think it is incumbent on us to control depression.  How?

Well, laying off booze and pills, will keep chemical imbalances of the brain in check.   Eating healthy, organic foods, getting plenty of rest and exercise, helps.   The brain is a chemical driven motor, so these things will all help the chemical imbalances. But moreover, there is "thought power".

Let you, be you.  This is my first thought.  You're ok, if you're down.  If its overcast, you don't feel like going to work, or whatever "mood" you happen to be in, it doesn't necessarily have to be depressing.  Live in the feeling of the moment, let it wash over you, get it out of your system, and MOVE ON.

Every day is a gift, so letting yourself move through these moments, and looking forward to something else is important so as Tony Robbins would say, "change your modality".

I love Tony Robbins saying we are all listening to the same broken record (or same tape) over and over in our mind.  Ugh!  Don't you get bored with that same old schtick!?!   He says, change your modality and change your life.  What does that mean?

Snap out of it!   Tony, actually slapped someone in the face, who said "Why did you do that?", Tony said because I wanted to change your modality, your "way of thinking".

I think we all need a sharp slap-in-the-face from time and again, or as my old man would say "A swift kick in the pants".   Either changes your modality, what's wrong with our society on this issue?

"Kid gloves".   yes, everyone has been taught to "be nice", "play nice", "don't upset the apple-cart", no hitting, no spanking, no modality changes whatsoever, so people are free to have their "thoughts" run wild in their head.

We've created ourselves as "brats", and then we wonder why we have issues with our own self-satisfaction, and why we're depressed.

Some of it has to do with "the others".   If we weren't in our own heads, wondering why we're not happy all the time, and started doing kind things for others (and sometimes the kindest thing you can do for an other, is to give 'tough love' truths to them, or give them that swift kick in the pants to get them out of their rut), but if we stopped worrying, and fretting and causing anxiety about what is wrong with our lives,
and started working on bettering the lives of those around us,
you would find,
a) meaning in your life
b) pride and accomplishment in your works
c) your time is used for purposes, not anti-purposes (thinking of ourselves all the time)

And you just might find, in that the Lord, in the world working through you in ways that put depressing thoughts in the rear-view mirror, and you living the purposeful life you always dreamed.

God bless.



Tuesday, April 1, 2014

The Universal Law of Uncertainty

Heisenberg discovered something at the particle level with regard to uncertainty.
He was trying to measure, either position or momentum, or both
and came upon it.

What the principle says is that we cannot measure the position,
and momentum of a particle with absolute precision.



The more we know one measure, say 'position', the less accurately
we know the other: 'momentum'.  Conversely, the more we know about momentum
and implying for a moment, direction, the less we know about position.

Where are you?  Where are you going, and how fast?
How will you know when you get there?
Will you collide? With who? When?
Will there be a spark?

I find humans are certainly uncertain.

Uncertain of any position,
lost all momentum.

Picking up by bootstraps,
towards a foggy notion of direction and destination.

traveling blithely through life

singing Soul Coughing, "I knew the gas was gone,
but I had to rev the motor"

Picking up speed,
not knowing any GPS whereabouts,
No position, on anything
really

floating past random particles,
not necessarily colliding
nor near missing

just an uncertain particle orb

soon to fade away