Mr. Literal
lit·er·al
/ˈlidərəl,ˈlitrəl/
adjective
adjective: literal; adjective: literal-minded(1.) taking words in their usual or most basic sense without metaphor or allegory.
“dreadful in its literal sense, full of dread”
Today I went to the park. It was quite windy. The cypresses and palms bent with the wind’s direction. Walking inland the wind died down but still had some of the barren pines moving.
I am eating some celery sticks and avocado with baby carrots. The avocado mash has some green onion in it. Positioned slightly off the bamboo desk sits a glass plate with a ceramic bowl. The ceramic bowl features two cafe painted loops around the rim.
Recently I bought a portable microphone. You can plug it into any iPhone and it works out of the box. I also bought a steam basket. I steam cruciferous vegetables in it. Cruciferous vegetables can be more difficult to digest. Steaming makes vegetables easier to digest.
Yesterday I made some almond milk. Almonds cost ~$12 dollars at Costco. If you grind up almonds to almond butter then flush it with water so all the soluble fats extract and you get almond milk. One bag of almonds from Costco can make up to 6 liters of almond milk.
I went on a bike ride today. It was cold out. When it’s cold out sometimes your hands get numb. The bike was a typical road bike. A road bike has the curved in handlebars and thin frame and tires.
Allergy season is starting. With allergies your body rejects that which is seemingly harmless. I sneezed a lot in the park.
Yesterday I went to Costco. I bought more almonds to make more almond milk. I also bought some hemp seeds. A restaurant closed down, showing an empty glass inner and small caution tape.
Two nights ago I started reading the Upanishads. The preface states how, at least it’s estimated, this book influences half of the world. Today the Upanishads say, “Wind, having past beyond death, purifies.” I closed my eyes to the breezy park and sensed the purification.
I listened to a few songs off of Emotion (2015) by Carly Rae Jepsen. A ten year anniversary released last October. 2015 was ten years ago. Now technically reaching into eleven. What are we running from?
I haven’t tied my shoes in months. Shoes comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes. These shoes are “Barefoot” shoes, for extra toebox room, and seem a little squat when you look down on them. This brand usually lasts three months if you use them too much. And these shoes walked all across the world, but look the same.
The stars outside kept dotting the evening walk of the local apartment and suburban block. The same stars look down on us for all of our lives. It is the one of the few remaining connections we have with the thousand year seeming past.
The Upanishads share that each man is useful to the gods. I snap some pistachios and accept this is being useful to the gods then. That’s why it’s worth being useless to everyone else. You’re always useful to the gods, so the Upanishads states. Not answering text messages and calls are useful, so it states.
Some nights, the suburban lot next door, and in the fugue of streetlight haze, I look upon one house and think it a pilgrimage. It’s a house for videogames. There are many types of houses, and some houses are videogame houses. Videogame houses are where one walks inside and all of the friends the years virtual or not will welcome you. The videogame house window shrouds by the darkness. Empty and shows dated furniture from the 60s.
I shake my head and continue the walk. There are bats in hibernation around here. Coyotes too, waiting to circle. Most nights are silent.
I click the recording button on and off and on. Today I wanted to make a video. But I don’t know what video to make. I turn off the mic.
My alarm goes off at 7 again. Using birdsongs as one of the few selections in Apple’s “bedtime alarm”. I changed it to another one, but I don’t mind.
I open the fridge and grab almond milk. It’s stored in a 64oz glass jug that tapers to the top, with a small pop-off cap. In a tall glass I pour some, shuffle back, drink, then open up the code editor to continue programming. I get up again to grab a small bowl of unsalted and roasted peanuts. It’s been awhile since last fast. I’ll do one once I’m done, but I’m never done with programming. That’s okay.
It is the first month of 2026. There are another eleven months waiting.
But there was a time before the clock & Gregorian Calender.