Dinner Tonight #65

 

Tonight I made Marion Grasby’s Tomato Egg Drop Soup; it was pretty good.  Next time, I would definitely punch up the tomatoes (a dash of tomato paste or crushed strained tomatoes) and I suspect a vegetable broth would be a better compliment than the chicken stock I used.  But it was more than OK as is.

Night Music: Grace Potter & The Nocturnals

Completely by chance, we caught a TV concert of theirs.  Just outstanding energy!

Images of Gender

Global Health 50/50 have a gallery of images representing gender around the world.

“Gender permeates all aspects of our lives. It stratifies society, defines opportunities and shapes our identity. And yet there is a global tendency to reduce the dynamic, varied and complex nature of gender to a singular image of woman-as-other. In contemporary consciousness, gender’s face is invariably female. This is gender is our challenge to this rigid and reductive way of seeing gender.”

There are some great photographs in the gallery. These were my favourites:

Markevich Volha Fedorauna by Andrei Liankevic

 

Harry Pregnant” by J.J. Irvine

When looking at the gallery, it is important to hover over each image and read the detailed description of how this relates to gender and identification.

Gibran’s The Prophet on Self-Knowledge

Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.

But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart’s knowledge.

You would know in words that which you have always know in thought.

You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.

And it is well you should.

The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;

And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.

But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;

And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.

For self is a sea boundless and measureless.

Say not, “I have found the truth,” but rather, “I have found a truth.”

Say not, “I have found the path of the soul.” Say rather, “I have met the soul walking upon my path.”

For the soul walks upon all paths.

The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.

The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.

Grandview 2nd March 1920

“Province”, 19200302, p.16

Poem: Harvest

 

It’s raining;

trapped in the house again

with a bottle and the balance

of the sandwich

from yesterday:

I’ll stretch the bread from here to tomorrow.

Harvesting the crumbs

from carpet and cardigan,

I will not be worried

in the midst of such plenty.

It’s raining again.