foucault, michel

"Your question is: why am I so interested in politics? But if I were to answer you very simply, I would say this: Why shouldn't I be interested? That is to say, what blindness, what deafness, what density of ideology would have to weigh me down to prevent me from being interested in what is probably the most crucial subject to our existence.... The essence of our life consists, after all, in the political functioning of the society in which we find ourselves."

[m. foucault]

okay okay okay already. yes, i do still draw hearts next to foucault's name in my notebook.

poor pitta

avoid most Rajasic foods: coffee, garlic (!!!), onions, peppers, hot spices...also cigarettes and alcohol, of course.

also bad: sour fruit, bananas, beets, green olives, radish, tomatoes (!), turnips, corn, quinoa (!), rye, black and red lentils, nuts (!!!)...

so many spices!: asafoetida, basil (!!), bay leaf, cayenne, cloves, ginger (!), marjoram, mustard seeds, nutmeg, oregano, paprika, rosemary, sage, savory, tamarind, thyme...(this might be the most difficult part)...

why am i not a vata? they get to eat everything!

kafka, franz

"Oh to be a Red Indian, instantly prepared, and astride one's galloping mount, leaning into the wind, to skim with each fleeting quivering touch over the quivering ground, till one shed the spurs, for there were no spurs, till one flung off the reins, for there were no reins, and could barely see the land unfurl as a smooth-shorn heath before one, now that horse's neck and horse's head were gone."

[F. Kafka, "Longing to Be a Red Indian"]