Friday, November 13, 2015

Chapter 3

exponential growth – exponential decay

unbridled enthusiasm – defeated procrastination

blissful ignorance – pained exposure

manifest destiny – disinterested fate

curiosity – incompetence

frustration – complacency

progress – regress

free will – Illusions

fiery anger – warm compassion

pale sadness – metallic ecstasy



Ordinal direction

or

Perspective




“Doubt is an uncomfortable position, but

Certainty is a ridiculous one.”

- Voltaire

Chapter 2

Chapter 2.

As I watched the water cascade off my big hands I laughed to myself.  I’ve learned to get on

with fashion and let that generation be, but some kids just never cease to amaze me.  Esty

was taking too long and I was following my nose to the nearest pretzel stand.  I still am not

used to the kids and their silly Google glasses.  The newest model, the hip model, had a

sensor on the lens that took in external information about people in your vicinity and

projected eyeballs in the direction so as to facilitate the idea that you were paying attention

to people as they spoke.  What was the name of that model?  PayAttention, or something

“Why use fire when you have electricity? Why use body language when you have

digitanguage??  This year’s model will change the way your social interactions are

interpreted.  This function allows you to optimize your social experience expanding your

social exposure percentage 125%! While hanging with your friends you can simultaneously

post to your facebook, update your twitter, replicate on your instagram, prioritize on your

pintrest, blah on your blog, sext on tinder…

…Its the 2014 Attention.Me. from Google Productions;  Find them at your the Tech Space

nearest you.”

Ahh yes the PayAttention.

While Oliver turns and makes his way to the paper towel dispenser a father holds the

door open for his toddler son, and smiles at Oliver while he escorts Nathan to nearest

open stall.

How do you know, how do you know a moinster wont come daid?

How come, how come, there are two buttons?

Why does the water always turn off?  I’m not done.

I caught myself inquiring the reflection in the mirror; the creases in my forehead demanded

to know why I was so hard on myself.  My eyes were too stubborn to soften, too empathetic

to maintain my stern glare so they soften nearest their sockets.  I placed this task on myself,

chasing the unconquerable, thirsty for understanding.  This child maintained the same

thirst yet was impervious to this extra burden.  There was no one to blame but myself.  It

was embarrassing that a child had made the right play, while I forged forward.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1.

The grey sky reflected the dull throb that sustained the city.  Tall buildings rose and fell,

innocently piercing the opaque skyline blurring the line between the vast expanse and the

what-is.  From my perch I could feel the resultant breeze of work being done, produce sold,

urinals cleaned, affairs had, and promotions being earned.

Life being lived.

You’re told of promise, adventure and all things that provide levity to the dullness.  But it

all seems relative.  Everything is relative.  Your place amongst the functions and features

that ultimately is nothing more and nothing less.  How the operating system programmed

you amongst the code. For some, ignorance serves as a shield from the subtext, for others

its is an esoteric fact of life; I often feel as though I can traffic between those two

perspectives.

A blessing and a curse.

If

{‘Important concept’}

Then

{Comprehend, empathize, react}

Have you ever stood in front of one mirror and behind another?

If you do you know the dizzying sensation I’m feeling right now.

The weather has acquiesced, finally.  Every breath that doesn’t impale the back of your

throat is a blessing, the warmer the air the more welcoming being alive can be.  The tingling

sensation buzzing inside of your chest that comes from the carborganic hug that the

outside world so graciously obliges.

Sip.

The warm liquid from the end of the bottle marks the initial moments when you become

aware of your sangre.

In a couple of hours I am meeting my girlfriend in the park, marrying two of my favorite

things; the corner of her lips when a smile is begging to worm its way to actualization, and

the simplicity.  Im excited for that.

I turn to hop off the top of bench, planting my shoes on the firm dirt patch, pivot and raise

my chin.  Oliver ambles into my field of vision.  I was struck by how confident he initially

appeared to me.  After all, who has a confident amble?  The shortened black collar of his

long sleeve shirt exposed a sturdy neck, necessary to support an oval head that was

brimming heavily with experiences.  What few long grey hairs were left were apparently

tired, as they lay sideways across the top of his ebony skull.  His pants were baggy and his

sandals were worn.

To walk a mile in a man’s shoes.

My own gait has an air of confidence.  My own neck resembles something of a small tree

trunk.

My partiality towards engaging with strangers forced questions into my mouth.

“Wassup sir, my name’s Michael.  How are you?”

Sushi

Sushi is delectable, delicate, and considered by many a delicacy.  Fish, when prepared raw, has a tender flesh that graciously responds with each chew.  Done right, a bite of sushi does not offer any flavor that overwhelms; whilst maintaining unique characteristics.  Familiar now to most urban inhabitants, sushi does not have the dramatic history and tradition that one typically associates with Japanese customs.  The preponderance of sushi in the United States and ‘the west’ is a new fad, yet its ability to masquerade as a staple of traditional Japanese cuisine for centuries speaks more to its universal magnetic qualities then its un-rooted genesis.

If you consider yourself to be a connoisseur you might already know that sushi is the Japanese word for a dish comprised of fish and rice, typically rice that has been marinated in rice vinegar.  The raw fish typically accompanying the sushi rice and seaweed is sashimi.  Even the most ignorant lay eater can pick rice from a lineup.  The marriage between fish and rice in Asian cuisine is unique matrimony.  While Constantine the Great was becoming the first Roman emperor to convert to Christianity, in Japan dead fish were being preserved between two cakes of rice for future consumption.  At this point in history Japan was overwhelmingly Buddhist. This religious sect has a tradition of abstaining from red meat.  This combined with the proximity to the ocean most likely is the reason fish became a staple of Japanese cuisine.  Caking rice paddies and enveloping fish was the primary preservation method before refridgeration was invented.  The fish would marinate in the rice paddies for two years.  When rice begins to ferment, lactic acid bacilli are produced.  This acid, and salt, slows the growth of harmful bacteria in fish.  The fish when prepared this way has a sour taste.  In fact, sushi, in it’s original instantiation of the Japanese language, translates to “sour tasting.” Historical context provides insight into the genesis of modern day sushi.  In the 17th century Japan experienced somewhat of a cultural renassaince.  Tokugawa Leyasu ruled Japan as a benevolent

military dictator.  In moving the capital of Japan from Kyoto to port city of Edo, what is present day

Tokyo, he spurned the economic and cultural growth by facilitating the growth of Edo.  As Japan’s

economic growth continued it’s understanding of food preparation expanded as well.  Now sushi was

being prepared in much the same way with two important imporovements that incrementally shortened

the fermentation process.  First the fish and rice combination was compressed in a small wooden box to

increase the pressure on the fish internal components, second vinegar was added to the rice.  This

shortered the fermentation process from a span of up to two years to mere hours.  Soon this preparation

process was going to be replaced and the result would be what we understand as ‘nigiri sushi’ or modern

Flash forward to the early 19th century.  A man named Hanaya Yohei is putting the finishing

touches on his wooden stall while eople around him are wading through the dusty streets and trying to

ignore the imistakable aroma of a fishing port city.  Hanaya was oblivious, his neighbors too; a new

invention was about to promptly place itself in the forefront of japanase cuisine.  The Ryoguku district

where Hanaya was working was a busy and bustling place.  Ryoguku, translating to “the place between

two countries” was strategically situated on the banks of the Sumida River.  This meant that it was a

main artery of trade, commerce, and the confluence of cultures.  The rapid pace would serve as a

conduit of his innovation of sushi, in the tradition understandaing of the word.  The constituents of the

city had busy lives and the growing economy demanded a food that would be quickly prepared,

convenient, and of course tasty.  Yohei-san saw an opportunity.  By setting up his stall on one of the few

bridges that served the businessmen he had direct access to the exact market that would benefit from his

innovation.  He reasoned that he could use fish that were caught fresh from the bay, fish so fresh that

they could be served raw (editors note: please don’t try this at home!).  This was possible because the fish

were so fresh and the bay, at that time, was virgin to the contaminants that would pollute it in the later

years.  He would press small cuts of the fish’s flesh onto balls of rice which had been prepared with

vinegar and salt only minutes early and serve it to the passerbys.  Like the strong current of the Sumida

River the streams of customers would soon be entrapped by Yohei-san and his new “fast food.”  Yohei-

san’s stall would be his net, he would benefit greatly from the troves of customers.

Fast forward to the United states, and the 20th decade that yielded bell bottoms, afro’s, and disco.

While the country was in the thick of a cultural revolution a new era was about to begin.  Nigiri sushi

was about to take over the country.  Thanks to advances in refrigeration fish could now be shipped over

long distances safely.

On the gold coast in southern California two contemporary businessmen were going to provide

the western world what Yohei-san had provided the Japanese.  Noritoshi Kanai and Harry Wolff’s

partnership was exemplary of the new attitude of the country.  A Jew and a Japanese man were about to

change the country for the better.  This is after internment camps and concentration camps had once

served to marginalize and brutally segregate Jews and Japanese.  Kanai had worked in food logisitic after

serving his country in the same role for years.  Kanai credits his experience in the military as reason for

his commercial success.  Wolff was an entroprenuerial individual who put himself in the good graces of

Kanai and served as his right hand man for years to come.  This would be an integral part of the

introduction of sushi to the american cuisine, celebraties became efatuated with the exotic snack and

Wolff and Kanai feverently imported as much sashimi from Japan as possible.  Wolff and Kanai also

hired revered sushi chefs to provide the finishing touches that would allow the exotic culture to permeate

the meal and sushi establishments. From southern california sushi bars started opening in New York and

Chicago.

For me the brilliance is the nuance of the dish.  To describe the sushi experience is to understand

umami.  Creating a pleasant savory taste is a formidable accomplishment.  It’s subtle charecteristics are

bold, the ingredients are simple enough.  Less, in the case of sushi, is more.  Modern sushi chefs have

introduced new ingredients, preparation, and serving methods.  Vegetarians and even those afflicted

with Celiac disease can partake.  Nigiri sushi balances it’s ability to cater universally while retaining its

inherently unique and distinct exotic aura.

Dilemma

Dilemma

I’ve written about the plethora of opportunities for perspective in the past and want

to revisit that point to discuss something that I think not everyone has to deal with.

First I need to discuss personal identity.  There are a lot of versions of you.  There is

the version who would speak to the President, there is the version of you on

Facebook or social media, there is the version of you when you talk to your

girlfriend, and there is the version of you when you talk to your parents.  There is

also the version of you for when no one is around to observe you.

Group A) For some people all those versions are striking similar to each other.

                  For others having access to the variety of characters is important.

Group B)  Some characters are pure products of their environment potentially  

dynamic in nature or streadfast in the nuances that make up your essential nature.

Others are craftsmen, spending much time in an “out of

body”experience challenging and molding themselves

How do you choose what you want to eat?  How do you choose what places you

want to visit if you have limited time in said location?  How do you choose what you

wear?  How do you choose what slang you use?

What is your right way to be and how do you know?

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

What we can learn from Europe's dirty air

A weekend warrior is a professional by weekday and an above average hobbyist by weekend.  My new found appreciation for the mechanical horse has me reconsidering my transportation habits.  From the Hyde Park neighborhood in Chicago to the West Loop, also a neighborhood in Chicago, one must take a train, bus, drive, walk, or, as I am about to discover, bike.  I won't bore you with the analysis but it begets a larger dilemma most of us face when we need to travel, what should we do versus what do we want to do?

I raise this personal pivot point because the admission by Volkswagon that it knowingly deceived regulators to skirt air pollution standards brings to light a broader issue that Europe is currently addressing; the cleanliness of our air.  The biggest contributor to NO2 emission in the European Union comes from it's cars, diesel cars shoulder most of the blame (WSJ).  According to Medscape, "NO2 is a mucous membrane irritant commonly associated with other toxic products of combustion. Symptoms most commonly range from mild cough and mucous membrane irritation to severe exacerbations of underlying pulmonary diseases like COPD or asthma and, in extreme cases, death. Suspect methemoglobinemia in patients exposed to NO2 who exhibit cyanosis or dyspnea. The initial absence of significant symptoms does not exclude a subsequent development of serious disease. Common symptoms are as follows: New or worsening cough and/or wheezing (most common), Eye, nose or throat irritation, Light-headedness or headache, Dyspnea (shortness of breath), Chest tightness, Choking, Chest pain, Diaphoresis (sweating). In addition, the following signs and symptoms may appear acutely or persist for days to weeks, and may indicate severe or worsening disease: Severe shortness of breath, Turning blue in the lips, fingers, or toes, Rapid breathing, Rapid heart rate, Fever, More frequent use of inhalers"

Volkswagon's stock price took a 33% decrease in value the day after their admission of fault.  Who's to say what the future of the company is; perhaps this will be a distant memory.  Perhaps some of your remember when Jackinthebox was responsible for killing four children who had contracted ecoli.  Their perceived value took a hit for a time, but it wasn't until the power of marketing and time won over the general population and that tragedy was buried in our collective consciousness.
Do you trust automakers to address their responsibility to ensure their vehicles aren't putting their customers in danger?  Do you believe the government or a private company has a responsibility to oversee their actions (it should be noted that a private non public was partly responsible for outing Volkswagen)? Or do you believe that companies, including cars, will put their short term goal of increasing shareholder value about everything else?
Have a great day.