A Decent Recipe

Chop finely; one large onion, four garlic cloves and three celery arms. Sauté for ten minutes in heated olive oil then add a cup of grated carrots  and two spoons of sesame seeds, sprinkle that with a little curry and cumin then leave to colour for ten minutes. Once all that has fried and mixed well, add a can of tomatoes with the juice removed (save it for soup) leave that simmering for twenty minutes to reduce. In the meantime add two cups of readied chick peas, two cups of corn and a handful of coriander to a large bowl, then blend the hell out of them. For a binder, add a few of spoons of flaxseed, mix well and leave in the fridge for half an hour or so. Add the ingredients from the pan to the bowl and mix together. Once you start to form the patties there is little else that you can do without getting everything everywhere, so best to have all at the ready. Fry lightly for ten minutes (five + five). Serve on a toasted quality bread with fresh lettuce, avocado.

David Copperfield

There are far too many twists and turns in David Copperfield, each one packed with detail and drama, to allow even the lightest touch on all of them without burning through many pages. Here is just a glance, at what is in my opinion, a remarkable book.

I would hazard a guess that David Copperfield is the boy that always lived inside Charles Dickens, nothing like unresolved issues to keep the past lingering. His overtly affectionate presentation of young David is perhaps his way of repairing with care the more prominent wounds.
Mr. Dickens was skilled to the point as to draw from this reader flesh and blood emotions from his words on a page, the satanic like intrusion of the Murdstones being case in point.

Davids unfortunate young Mother was as much a maddening figure as one to be pitied. She is presented as a meek woman, with the maturity of a child. Though clearly against every will in her frail bones, that she so easily relinquished responsibility for David to the stone cold Murdstones was infuriating. As is most often the case, the parasite will only retreat when the host is totally overcome with infestation, she eventually succumbed and gave in to sweet death. Though it was in effect as a result of a difficult birth, her being had long since been drained of life by the skilled parasite. She simply never stood a chance against them, even in the defence of her only child.

Davids Nanny, Pegotty, his saving grace and constant guardian angel is a workhorse of a woman, with just enough sweet to complete the package of the perfect carer. It is of no surprise then that her brother and loyal nephew Ham, are of the same ilk, salt of the earth, tough as nails. A testament to his goodness, Mr. Pegotty´s little houseboat on the shore is inhabited by a mixed bag of the unwanted, though wholeheartedly welcomed into his humble home. One of this flock, when after finding herself devoid of any hope for retribution, grossly underestimated the unwavering love and sense of duty that Mr. Pegotty held for her. While at first glance Emily apperas as an unfortunate, she is truly blessed to have such a devoted protector, and albeit unknowns to herself, plays the very same role in a different but very real way for Mr. Pegotty.

David’s Aunt, whom we have an early and brief encounter with, appears a stern and slightly mad domineering type, with those prejudices somewhat demolished on her return a little further in, where she proves to be a caring and resourceful guardian of young David. A sometime chaser of donkeys aside, her compassion is in no doubt.

The Micawabers are a refreshing addition, with Mr. Micawabers humorous and undefiant approach to seemingly hopeless ventures. His wife’s unflinching support for every doomed from the start project is confusing if not inspiring, though despite any apparent evidence, to her he is the wisest of the wise. With their children completing the circle of warmth in the pioneering Spirit that is the Family Micawabers.

Agnes and her opinion is held with an almost divine regard by David. She appears at just the right moments to ground David and this reader with her sense of caring stoicism and righteousness. Watching the young Agnes care for her troubled Father, must have been a significant factor on the powerful impact the Majestic Agnes was to have on him. Her support through the illness of David´s Faery wife is a good example of her being where she is needed most. In a terribly sad but curious scene, as Agnes makes her way down the stairs with the heavy news, a distraught David perhaps conscious of the significance, gestures to Dora´s lifeless dog Jip, whom had only moments before been tweaking with life, as his eyes raise to meet Agnes he was thusly informed that the lovely Dora had also passed.

Uriah Peep never had the ability to hide the bitterness that he held of being `unworthy´. This sense of unworthiness was of course spawned and nurtured only by himself. He concealed his contempt for those he believed to be his oppressors for only as long as it would take for the opportunity to arise to seize some worthiness from them, whatever the cost. The trustworthy Traddles to the rescue, for beneath the odd exterior, Davids co survivor of that nasty boarding school does not come up short, with the loveable Traddles proving himself a sharp and learned lawyer.

Lacking positive male role models early in his young life, the innocent David is immediately taken by the Alfa Male in Steerforth, trusting him far beyond that which is deserving. As with all the characters that cross paths with David, Steerforth, while not quite a positive influence, as of course immediately detected by the wise Agnes, is invaluable to David learning the process of character analysis. Steerforth was raised without need, and his story and that of his Mother and her maid play an interesting part in this very easily read, though complex web of interlacing lives.

It is worth saying again that there are far too many dramas and personalities to allow them the space which they deserve in this little post, and that the amount of text they are given is no correlation to their value in the story. With trials and tribulations a plenty, David Copperfield is a nutritious feast of a book, never failing, always delivering. It was a pleasure to walk alongside David on the challenging path to his graceful years.

A Universal Hypothesis

Limits don´t apply to the imagination, so if the universe is determined to be 15 Billion Light Years in diameter, you only have to imagine it, and in the matter of a Light Second it becomes 2000 BLY.
Does the limitless of imagination have a relation to the endlessness of the universe? maybe our fantastical imaginings exist as a reality somewhere out there in never never land. It´s been surmised that less than 15% of the brain is utilised, maybe our imagination has access to the 85% that lie just beyond our cognitive grasp, deeming imagination not factually irrelevant, but some kind of a database?
It has also been surmised that the Universe began expanding from a single atom by means of an unfathomable explosion and has been expanding ever since. It may be that at some point the universe will retract back to that same point, from unimaginably small to unimaginably large, and back again, continuing this process over and over. Possibly, that single event 15 BLY ago was only one word in the story of a universe that has never had a beginning.
There are of course no words that can fully express the size of the universe – big, very large, immense, all fine words, though all fail miserably in the telling of the Universal Story. Almost as if it´s all `imaginary´, “Once upon a time, in a land billions and billions and billions of light years away, there lived a …….” In spite of the valiant efforts of the scientific community, humanity has not yet reached the point where a scale of such magnitude can be fully appreciated.
And if that wasn’t enough mumbo jumbo for one day – Pre big bang contemplation or `nothingness´ is a mind warping undertaking, this may help – If the Universe did in fact spawn from some kind of a Big Bang Event, maybe it wasn’t the beginning of all, just the beginning of matter.

Potato Republic

After lengthy ponderings considering the upper echelons of power in the Irish Republic, I couldn’t come up with a more fitting description for the leaders of this unfortunate little country than a bunch of Twats. Surely at this point there is no concealing this most obvious charade, Best and Brightest? – Worst and Dimmest far more applicable.

Giving the illusion of choice, power shifts from one side of the arena to the other with the lead clowns shuffling about during election time like they have a clue or give a damn, promising this that and the other, without the power resolve integrity or intent to deliver on any of it.

Given the plethora of talent that has thrived in Ireland in all aspects of the human experience, why these folks are continuously chosen to lead the country is baffling. When considering fantastic people that we all know, to the Irish people whom have for all intents and purposes changed the world with their spirit, won over the world with their wit, or cast out intruders with their perseverance, those in power are truly unrecognisable.

With 2016 proving to be yet another year of healthy tax revenues (slops for the pigs) why then, if we choose just one example of incompetence, the 2nd world nation level of medical care, even after all these years of economical prosperity? And why are the same questions continually asked over and over with no real action taken by the elected or the electorate. It seems reasonable that even a quick Google search on governance would double their knowledge, have they even checked if there are any ‘How to run a Country’ you tube clips?.

That is not to say that these folks have no skills whatsoever, there are likely few entities equally skilled at degradation. These guys can take anything, pass it through their ingenious system, wether it´s the most abundant and cleanest fresh water in Europe, a complicit national broadcasting service which pays their presenters like royalty, the management of toxic debt, the failed Hospitals, or `deals´ made with the banks, oil + gas cartels, and with minimal effort, replicate the process of a nutritious meal passing through the human digestive system, offering the people an uncannily similar result.

With that said, these folks are likely decent parents, friends or siblings, though how and whom they are beyond the Dail is not in question, not to mention irrelevant, as focusing on or attacking the individual is a little crass and usually only complicates what is not complicated.

It would be humorous if the situation weren’t so dire for so many, that what we have at the highest level of leadership are those with no concept of it. Without exaggeration, they are nothing more than a sycophantic gang of greedy self serving bickering ego maniacs, not exactly the best that the country has to offer.