Divers stay down longer

Seeing RED

It's carnival season in St. Lucia and the regular fare of fetes, shows and misbehviour has lowered itself upon us. Somehow I find myself ensnared in the vacuumous void that it builds. Ah well, when in Rome...

My first contribution to aid the movement.

They say it can't be done

When inspiration runs low and creativity comes to near halt, one must redirect one's stimuli in order to rejuvenate the processes of mental fluidity. Such being my present situation, I am currently enduring the dubious pleasure of two texts simultaneously.

COMMUNISM (From Marx's MANIFESTO to 20th-Century Reality) by James D. Forman must be absorbed with at least a handful of knowledge of current world events and recent history. First published in 1972, much has changed in both the tangible world as well as the attitudes therein. However, historically speaking, it opens a fantastic discourse on where, why and how Eastern Europe has developed and currently finds herself. COMMUNISM is one of a series of texts Mr. Forman has published describing the history and mechanisms of the world's socio-economic management systems. I tried to read CAPITALISM but found it completely uninspiring and depressing. Informative yes, but far from the mark i was aiming in opening its pages in the first place. SOCIALISM, ANARCHISM and FASCISM are yet to be entertained.

Foucault's Pendulum by Umberto Eco. I guess you can say I like to mix it up. Reading this novel stems from a two-week old incident. I had encountered the author from crossword puzzles, but never had the pleasure of his works' acquaintance. While at a friend's house looking through her library, I commented I was looking for something different and new to me. Both she and another friend insisted that I should read Eco. When I inquired why, the response was simple: because I would not be able to. Dare I say, is that a challenge? Thus here I am. At the beginning of chapter four, little has happened, though much is afoot. With a style of language that can be attributed to the text having originally produced in Italian by an intellect akin to the Renaissance thinkers, and a vocabulary the requires a capable and not concise dictionary, I look forward to proving my colleagues wrong.

Do you like to spoon?

As an adult, there's a certain almost imperceptible satisfaction of eating one's meal with a spoon. No knife, fork, tongs or chop stick. Just the pure function of a miniature bowl smoothly molded to the end of a rod.

Just the spoon.

It is without a doubt a subtle pleasure, but one worth pursuing nonetheless. Of course to discover the simple joy of it, preparation is key. Without forethought and proper planning, what should be a wafting drift back to an uncomplicated time in life could easily digress into unadulterated frustration leading to a completely lacking experience. Finding an entire meal comprised of small elements and bite-sized ingredients is not an everyday encounter.

So when you do chance upon a meal which does not require the dexterity of two handed consumption, try not having to try to be Miss Manners School of Etiquette's teacher's pet.

Try spooning for lunch.

Oh, by the way, soup and desserts don't count.