
A few years ago I lost my sense of smell.
Then I changed my diet and the sense of smell came back.
Surprisingly I often smell things that didn’t seem to be there… Bringing up memories of the times I smelled the same… good smell, bad smell, neutral smell.
It’s hot here, unseasonably hot, and to accommodate it I am taking cold showers and I am eating differently.
I made a dip-like thing I used to love in Hungary and I hadn’t eaten in 35 years… a simple dish mixing spices, butter, and goat cheese, and if you have it, onion or onion powder… the goat cheese is salty enough, so use sweet unsalted butter, and saltless onion powder, or it w

Few people are intelligent.


I have had a few skype calls with friends in Hungary recently. I had a hard time expressing myself when the conversation came to my work. It seems that I have been trapped in one way of saying things, naming thing, untranslatable to another culture, no words, just stammers. Result: they don’t quite get it.
Did you know that every revolution has been, historically, just a re-shuffling of who is going to have power over who?
My first foray, my first venture into joy or joyous is trying to figure out what joy is. After all we don’t know necessarily what words mean when it comes to feelings… do we. We, children, watch and learn… but in a world where what you see is a mask, what you see does not represent a feeling accurately, because the person isn’t feeling it, because the person is faking it, the looks don’t help.









Today I descended into the kind of dark mood I used to live in all the time. It’s been long coming. Even someone with my abilities, can be worn thin… and this is what’s been happening. I can only imagine …