Saturday, February 23, 2013

Seeing Yourself

The Paleo prism.  I often take a gander through this metaphorical device as part of my thought process when considering, well, everything really.  Nutrition, exercise, work, sleep, sunshine, stress, social life, and on and on.   It's just putting myself in Someone Else's shoes, only in this case, it's our paleolithic ancestors unshod feet.  I don't do this to find the right or wrong answer, merely as part of the fun process of over thinking things, which I happen to be good at.  For instance, one completely trivial thing that's crossed my mind is:  how did those guys keep their hair and nails trimmed?  I'm guessing they pretty much just take care of themselves, but thankfully, I've never been so information starved that I had to look it up.

With this in mind, while I was watching Frank Forencich's AHS 2012 presentation today, I heard something that has my mind spinning from looking through the prism.  At the very end of the clip, at the end of the Q & A, he mentions that paleolithic people never really knew what they themselves, as individuals, looked like.  Especially their own faces.  Of course, it's obvious when you think about it, as they had no mirrors, photos, or videos.  The only possible glimpse they could get would be from seeing their own reflection in water, and that would only give them a general idea, not a detailed high definition view. 

Think about that.  Think about living your life never knowing what your own face looks like (insert joke here), or more importantly, ever really having to CARE about it!  Go ahead, honestly think about that, I'll be right here still chewing on it myself.   I'm having a hard time coming to grips with how my life would be different if I never had the opportunity to see my own face.  I can visualize myself chasing wild game, using leaves to wipe with, eating bugs and sleeping on the ground, but never seeing my own face?  Sure, it would've happened because it had to like everything else, but, well, there's just a lot racing through my mind right now on how differently you would look at and treat other people never knowing your own image in the first place.  Am I wrong in thinking this might be a big factor in how and why interpersonal relationships differed in tribal people as compared to what we have today? 

Is there anything we can do about this?  I mean, I can sleep longer, in a darker room.  I can eat more nourishing food while foregoing refined garbage.  I can sit less and move more.  I can even lift hard and sprint occasionally, but I can never undue seeing my own image.  I know what I look like and how I look compared to others.  And I always thought knowledge was a good thing.  Hmm.  Fascinating, just fascinating.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Horror Show


I have the privilege of ordering and stocking the Kerrygold at our store.  Imagine my horror when I came across this case today which someone had clearly dropped, inflicting damage on two golden bars of goodness.  Who could've done such a heinous thing?

I finished my stocking with a heavy heart this afternoon.  Clearly, the world is not right today.  Maybe tomorrow will bring back some sense of normal.

PS  This is humor.  It's called hyperbole.