The Follow-Through

Going to a food festival that doesn’t exist?

Say you’re doing something but then do something different?

Don’t follow through with a commitment?

This article rang true for me for many reasons and it is fascinating in how basic it seems. A concept that we anthropologists use is the “what you say vs. what you do” — because people will tell you one thing, but then, do something completely different.

There’s no reason why we should act differently in person or digitally – in fact this proves it. It’s only more of the moment, because it’s about food festivals. We all try to create an appearance of who we want others to think we are (aka the concept of the mask) vs. who we actually are.

I could go on with this down a few different routs – psychology for one – but I’ll stick with anthro, because that’s what I know. It is the main reason why anthropologists use participant observation – because if you ask people questions in a lab or office or even a coffee shop, they might tell you that, “yes, I like coffee and drink it all the time”. But when you just observe that same person, you see that they always order tea.

Digital lives are no different. We post images of perfect plates of food, which show one side of the picture – perfection, seasonality, cuteness — to use the terrible term – it’s curated. But elsewhere, the pile of dirty dishes or dirty floor tell a real story. That’s the story anthropologists are interested in. Why the dirty floor and the pristine plates and glasses?



Sul treno da Milano

Milan, Italy – train station on my way home.  V is there waiting in anticipation.  After flying so far, I never know if I’m hungry or not.  Today, yes.  I feel pretty hungry.  She might have some good lunch for us.
We are beyond this world.  This realm of living.  We exist on a higher plane, one for which, we should be grateful for.  We exist in this higher plane, not just because we were destined for it, because we were pushing ourselves toward it, but because we want to give others pleasure via our skills, our talents.

Our life is on track for greatness and with greatness comes fun and very little responsibility.  Screw the responsibility, we are our own people, we, together, move ideas, words, images to points never explored.  Our abilities give us passion for life – this passion, while inherit within us, is moved forwards, curated by our love, our creativity, and need to experience the world in it’s truest and fullest fashion.

For what is passion or love if you can’t channel it to the world – use it for not just our life but the lives of others as well.  Sharing our voices.

You and I V are a moveable feast of love and power.  We are becoming more and more ourselves – in control of our path.  Still, surprises come and go, but with each other, these become easier to manage.

I am here on this earth, as a lover of you, woman of my inner thoughts, my subconscious, my mind, my passing thought.

When I’m away, I am no longer myself.  Only in the company of my lover am I a complete person.

Yesterday, I was only ½ of me.  Today, in an instant I’m back.  My body, mind, soul is assembled by our bodies together.

We’re bigger than this world.

Basilique du Sacré-Cœur

In the morning, you can find people from around the world that gather in this place, this place of extreme tourism.Still, you can find moments of interesting, thoughtful, and intriguing exuberance.
Like the young ballet dancer doing his routine in the middle of the street, pausing so that cars could pass, often times, they would honk at him, and he would kindly bow to their ability to move through his space.  But keeping his composure, he just starts from where he stopped.

It is a mix up of people if there ever was one.  Guys selling cold Heineken from buckets full of ice.  Tons of cameras flashing.  Classical musicians playing on the steps.  Few people gather inside, because it is summer, and outside, the lights of the city are just starting to come one.  Just beginning to light up the boulevards.

We drank wine from the bottle, and ate a baguette.

Of course.



Basilique du Sacré-Cœur