Cyberspace removes the checks and balances which moderate social life. Face to face interactions restrain many behaviours – we wouldn’t say it to their face, because seeing the impact our words have is often enough to curtail cruelty. I hope the masks and seclusion and screen life doesn’t make us meaner.
“Electronic communication without the opportunity for visual signs, will cause more confused understanding and inferred meanings. The visual channel does not exist.”Dr. Albert Mehrabian – silent messages
In emotional abandonment, there is the trauma of invisibility. The masks have taken away our unique self. It feels like being in an abusive relationship with the world. Our emotional needs to be listened to and understood, to be nurtured, appreciated, valued and accepted, are currently on hold.
Grief is the natural process of coming to terms with the way things actually are now, compared to the way they were.
One cure for grief is motion and dopamine. Apparently, if you move your body and keep busy, you can tone your mood. There is so much loss and pain right now, and the above suggestion might be the equivalent of taking a baby aspirin, but it’s better than nothing.
Weirder than usual? I certainly am.
There is a theory that the purpose of dreaming is to discard the emotional load from the day – to clear the plate of your mind so you don’t go insane.
So the turtles, the strange houses, the swimming in a hot tub, the estranged relatives that are showing up in my dreams are somehow helping to cope with stress.
In the movie The Jerk with Steve Martin, he screamed: “The new phone book’s here!” Well, in culinary terms, farmers are shouting “The asparagus is here!”
The concept of Eat the Season is that it is healthier to eat produce when it is harvested locally, instead of produce that is grown and shipped from thousands of miles away. This isn’t always possible, but I like to take advantage of it when it is -basically from spring to fall.
So right now, asparagus is on the menu. And right through to the end of the growing season, whatever the local farmers bring to market – I’m buying.
When the Brickworks Farmers market closed because of the virus, the growers regrouped and set up pop-ups with local businesses so they could still have a market for their products. Find out where you can buy local produce and meat in your area. Support local, independent business. The world needs them. You can have a look at the cookbook here.
Buy the local asparagus. Don’t let others have all the fun of stinky pee.
In difficult times, this calms my soul:
I believe in God, the Father Almighty,
maker of heaven and earth;
And in Jesus Christ his only Son, our Lord;
who was conceived by the Holy Spirit,
born of the Virgin Mary,
suffered under Pontius Pilate,
was crucified, dead, and buried;*
the third day he rose from the dead;
he ascended into heaven,
and sitteth at the right hand of God the Father Almighty;
from thence he shall come to judge the quick and the dead.
I believe in the Holy Spirit,
the holy catholic** church,
the communion of saints,
the forgiveness of sins,
the resurrection of the body,
and the life everlasting. Amen.
A small percentage of the world’s population thinks that we are being lied to on a massive scale and that the covid plandemic is economic and psychological terrorism, which is quickly developing into world totalitarianism.
The majority of people believe that the destruction of life as we know it is to protect us. Even though death rates have been exaggerated, computer models have been wildly inaccurate, and economies are now regulated by international authorities, effectively removing independence and individual liberty. Perhaps this is at work in the minds of the majority:
“Stockholm syndrome has been defined as a condition in which hostages develop a psychological alliance with their captors during captivity. Emotional bonds may be formed, between captor and captives, during intimate time together, but these are generally considered irrational in light of the danger or risk endured by the victims.”
A friend of mine has tested positive. As he says “I know I’ve got the virus because my sense of smell has been affected, and I smell bullsh*t.”
We haven’t watched TV for 10 years because it all seemed to be crap. Opportunities for distraction have been greatly reduced on Prison Planet (formerly called Earth), so we have been forced back to network television. Much to our surprise, there is some pretty decent programming.
MadMen, Breaking Bad and The Good Wife are all stellar – very well written and superb casting.
Mind Hunters was gripping, as were some of the Black Mirror episodes. Dirty John was a fascinating study of a psychopath with a woman in his thrall. After Life with Ricky Gervais was a mix of deep emotional pain and belly laughs.
Very British Problems on Prime was original and funny. And every night we end with Jeopardy to gloat about how smart we are (and wish our friends were in the room to know it too).
It is risky to recommend shows and movies because of differing tolerances for violence, language, and the pointless graphic and gratuitous sex scenes which seem to be in everything except Downton Abbey. Which is still, in my mind, the best show ever written for television. A close second is MI-5, also known as Spooks.
Another area of contentious disagreement. Are masks a “Magic force field muzzle-veil of submission” or something to save your life until Bill Gates can vaccinate the universe?
Mothers of all stripes:
- Mater Familias
- and Pet Mothers
We can’t miss a day without a reference to you know what, so here is a list of clever lockdown lingo. Thanks to a friend for sending it in.
Thanks to a reader for sending it.