Food Wins

I think we avoid learning our history because it’s not a fairy tale.


 

Career soldiers are supplied via government and will eventually defeat a population who splits time between fighting and producing food.

Cities are more efficient than small towns and allow more specialized jobs.  As human population continues to grow, so does urban sprawl.  There is no right or wrong, there’s just the laws of the natural universe, one of which is force.

Suburbs and strip malls will continue to consume the countryside until the human population reaches the capacity of its food production.  We have done this throughout all of history, growing as geography and technology have allowed us.  It will suck when we run out of food, but that’s when we reach our next level of homeostasis.

A profound example relating the previous paragraphs is the hunter-gathering people who settled the Chatham Islands around AD 1500.  The islands weren’t suitable for agriculture and so small in size that population control was critical (even castrating infant males) to prevent over hunting.  They were so close-knit, they had to handle disputes diplomatically rather than violently.

When the farming people from New Zealand (one and the same people) rediscovered them in 1835, they slaughtered and enslaved their direct ancestors.  The biggest difference between the two cultures was the food production capacity of New Zealand versus that of the cold and relatively tiny Chatham islands.  (I learned this from a fascinating book called Guns, Germs, and Steel, and then fact checked with Wikipedia.)

Perhaps the single largest factor throughout human history which decides who will be conquered is food supply.  All other innovations (writing, organized government, metallurgy, etc.) seem to spawn as a result.

Rome and the christian way of life spread, not because of belief, rather the raised quality of living.  Christianity served as common ground, facilitating diplomacy and cohesion as never before, even in the most heated debates.  This is one general observation in Peter Heather’s: The Fall of the Roman Empire.  The same is happening with our new moral compass: Chipotle, AT&T, Amazon, etc. guide us because they deliver results and improve our lives.

It is nice that folks in Guatemala City can get matching bathroom mats for the price of handwoven rug by an indigenous tribe.  It’s also a little sad to see how Pizza Hut and Radio Shack replace mom-n-pap shops, slowly homogenizing the formerly unique towns and cities across the globe.

Manufactured space food will inevitably be disguised as the latest “healthy” trends, replacing simple foods recommended by the old and wise.  Anti-aging pills will promise a substitute for clean living and exercise.  We are still searching for the fountain of youth, after all.

Why do I share this?  It entertains me to understand stuff, like how humans really function.  If the right people get the right information, maybe we can avoid getting sucker-punched.


 

I find it impossible to experience joy and judgement simultaneously.

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Piers and Beers

Alcohol is our friend, well at least mine.  I stay away from it because of the health implications.  In today’s developed society, we so often disregard spiritual health that ties in with the other 3: mental, emotional, and physical.

Maybe social health could be a fifth pillar of the human foundation, as quoted in the movie Chasing Mavericks, but I feel it surrounds the others like the black circle around the BMW logo.

So these alcoholic spirits quench our thirsty souls, rinsing the mildewy fog from our mental lens, leaving a clear view on important things like music, laughing, reaching out to old friends, and adventure.

A little bit goes a long way, too.  The same way that too much exercising or wiki-surfing can be unhealthy, booze can get out of control.

Enjoying life is an art form requiring practice.  My school did not teach us how to nurture the soul.  One of those gospel churches might be helpful.

Did you know that you should never get blood work done after a traumatic event?  If you get a blood test the day after a breakup, your cholesterol levers will be completely out of whack along with a host of other bio-markers.  I’m not going to bore you with details and examples, but it’s a common topic in the science community that stress is tied to physical health at a cellular level.

Too much research into nutrition and history has left me feeling dispassionate and stoic.  All work, no play…

Sitting on White St. Pier, I scribbled meaningless words into my notebook feeling like I had to complete a task I had given myself.  I can sometimes be kinda hard on myself.

Then I had an idea to get a beer, which I never do anymore out of fear of knowing what alcohol does to the gut micro-biome.  Fear.

I felt something new going to the Quick-e-mart.  Something almost forgotten.

The next thing I know, I’m with a friend at different pier for sunset.  Another friend meets us and then we’re playing wiffle ball with 10 new friends.  Then live music at Virgilios.  Good band, too.

At the end of the night, I’m lying on my back at Higg’s Pier, watching the full moon overhead.  My girlfriend Kelsey joins me after her own adventures with her girlfriends.

The next morning left me feeling relaxed and reconnected.  Less fear.  It all started with sitting on a pier, thinking about beer.

 

Outside

breeze, sun

smells, sounds

birds, lizards

bugs, butterflies

cars, people

clouds, trees

flowers, dogs

houses, streets

signs, lights

Energy