Monday, September 23, 2013

ME – who am I, really?



Yeah, and who are you – really? My point is that we will never find out, that thing about who we really are or more so, could have been. Would we have been nicer, more successful, would we have failed all over the place, been more charming, smarter, interesting or adorable, (that would be me)? You see, we will never know, and perhaps that is a good thing or perhaps it is really bad…

The moment that lucky one-in-a-million of sperms crashes through the wall of the egg (look it up), the magic starts and we are being influenced big time; ‘me’ has begun. We settle on so many levels, guided by some of the sperm-donor’s characteristics, dressed in ‘genes’. We are heavily influenced by all the stuff that goes on from the ‘break-through’ and during the next nine months, in that dark and cozy place – as far as I remember. This is the part where we do not control who we want to be – really; we just lie around and somewhat, absorb, ignore and wait.

Then we pop out; somebody with a mask slaps our butt if we don’t cry – so now we do. Being influenced by our surroundings has already started. In this case deciding if our future will include the pleasure (or not) of being spanked by somebody wearing a mask, huh?

Next thing, we have a nipple (the pointed part of a breast) in our mouth and suck away for food like crazy, finding ‘breasts’ to be nurturing and essential. For most males and some females, this becomes a lifelong influence – seriously… Okay, on several different levels…

So my philosophy is, that as we can’t do much about our personality development until we see the light of day (and after some spanking), that these very first moments are where we are really ‘me’, that innocent, uninfluenced and pure ‘me’. I hope you enjoyed that short moment of unadulterated bliss – I did.

But then our surroundings take over, shaping, molding and in some cases really screw up the pure foundation of ‘me’. Our personality and character, our values, ethics and a bunch of other stuff, are for the most part ‘guided’ by what kind of stimulation we receive and accept.

Don’t get me wrong, of course the core of who we are comes from inside, but I believe that the influences we are bombarded with all our lives are huge. But as long as we can be sensible and sort out the good stuff from the bad, we’ll be okay.

As kids we try to emulate the other kids and some emulate us. This ‘contest’ is normal, but what I’m concerned, is it healthy? Some ‘contests’ are character building, no doubt, but when we look back, how much of this ‘emulation’ business was sponsored by our parents (the so-called adults)? Were we just pawns for them to move around or were they 100% for that healthy character building stuff? It’s a mixed bag, and if you are a parent, you should know what I mean – I do.

Kids are so easily influenced. We have the same curiosity level as a dry sponge, inviting influences to be soaked up easily. You want your child to speak foreign languages, this is the best time in their lives to learn – really…And so forth. So whatever we see around us as kids, good as well as bad, we absorb big time. At this point we have already said ‘bye bye’ to the ‘real’ me (sniffle sniffle)…

But is there hope? I believe that to some extent we can be somewhat in control of whom we want to be, the ‘me’ I to a certain degree want to become and the person I would perhaps feel comfortable with. Yeah, that is a pretty vague commitment, but that is how it is – what I’m concerned. We don’t have a lot of control to do what we might more so fantasize about – except when we are getting a lot older, of course; by then, who really cares anymore?

Not to sound derogatory, but we are ‘group’ people (elegantly negating using the term ‘flock-animal’, because some might take that the wrong way, huh?) By ‘group’ people I mean that in our society we function more so in groups following leaders. I’m not saying this is good or bad, as it can be good as well as it can be bad – and in some cases really bad. And we are of course also influenced by the other people in the groups we join.

And talking about ‘groups’: I was lucky to grow up with The Beatles. In 1963 I was hooked and I know now that this group of ‘leaders’, John, Paul, George and Ringo, were influencing my personality on many levels. Among the things I absorbed was the friendship they projected between them, their humor and charm. Though I was one of the original nerds, I did let my hair grow a bit longer and started wearing pointed shoes – just like ‘they’ did; those shoes were the most uncomfortable things I ever wore on my feet – but I nearly looked like a Beatle and some girls were impressed (but that was as far as I made it with those girls – (sigh))

In school we are influenced by classmates and teachers. The cool ones we try to copy, the jerks we also learn from – by not becoming one. Our parents, our original role-models, influence us big-time; we are molded from who we were into who we become.

Life in general rubs off on us, the work we end up doing, the people we hang out with; TV & movies, advertising & commercials are strong entities by which some parts of our lives are lived, telling us if we are doing wrong or right, good or bad. Intimidation can be forceful, as well as envy and jealousy are strong emotional tools, ‘helping’ us to the lives we want to live and the person we want to be - perhaps.

I know you might be mad now, because you don’t think that you fit into this scenario, but the thing is that we all do – more or less. So when we really think about who we are – really, is that just who we have become, or is it really who we would like to be?

I wonder who I was to start with and I wonder who I would have been if I had followed other leads. When I look back to role-models and other influences, my Mother sticks out in front. She has always made ‘balance’ and ‘decency’ be my guiding influences; she still is. She has made it possible for me to be the person I am today. My wife continued that trend, not the ‘mother’ part, but the ‘balance’ and ‘decency’ bit. I can be who I am – and that is so important, no matter whoever and whatever I have been influenced by through my life.

We are ‘influenced’ by our surroundings all our lives, and with that being a fact, I do hope that we can still hold on to some of that innocence we arrived with – just before we got spanked. So when we look at it, we are who we are because so many and so much molded us into ‘me’ – and that’s just how it is.

I thank my Mother for being there for me all my life, by telling her that I love her. I tell my wife I love her too – of course. At times I look back on other positive influences of mine and I am thankful for them being part of building my life and who I became – because I’m not that bad off, at all… But more importantly: who are you?   

Monday, September 9, 2013

RELIGION / FAITH – in the name of…



As a kid, still struggling putting together a simple LEGO castle, my Mother underlined one of her rare social comments: “never discuss religion and/or faith with anybody”. Even back then it sounded logically understandable, as both issues are very personal – as in extremely sensitive. I have (religiously!) followed my Mother’s advice; but when it comes to religions using some follower’s faith and trust to do shaky things in the name of, I do wonder, as in: I don’t get it… (Sorry Mom).

We all live with a wide range of emotions. We can be happy, sad, annoyed, ticked off, euphoric, angry, satisfied, pissed, in love, disappointed and so forth. What I’m concerned, one of the strongest emotions we carry around is faith, where trust is the dominating factor. When faith is being manipulated by misusing the trust involved, in the name of, my eyes start to roll, because I don’t get it

As a society we have always tip-toed around religion and faith. Governments and politicians are careful not to insult anybody associated with religion and faith, by negating being disrespectful, derogatory (I nearly wrote: God forbid) and anything that could even slightly be a talking down to. US currency even says:  In God We Trust; doesn’t matter if you believe in God or any gods at all. But WE put our trust in God? No disrespect, but that is a wide assumption, isn’t it? Or is it just political tip-toing and something nobody dare remove, because what if…?
 
Before you get all flustered or upset, let me make one thing very clear. I do not believe in God or any gods. I do not believe in Hell or Heaven. I think the Bible has a lot of grand stuff and a lot that are not so grand – I like most of the Ten Commandments (some good rules to live by!) and so forth. But you see, I am not against religions and/or faith as a rule, but I am against religions and/or faith when it is being blatantly misused as a tool with lots of threats of punishment to misguide some believers beyond what their religion’s origin was, what it was supposed to say and do for you; something grand to trust, something awesome to have true faith in.

Religion with faith involved is one thing; faith in any religion is quite another. I have the deepest respect for individuals who has a solid faith in God, any god, faith in a life after this, the guidance and comfort received from believing, having trust in something they consider bigger than what we are getting here on Earth. I have the greatest respect, and I have never mixed that respect with ignorance by announcing my “beliefs” relative to. Yes, my Mother was right, it is a huge personal thing and I have always and will always respect that.

One of my concerns is when religions start to control some believers, some of the members of the church as an institution. Or the members who let themselves be controlled; I can only conclude, with the: you never know being a dominant (fear?) factor. I was concerned when Tammy Baker’s make-up was running amok while asking for millions from the viewers, in the name of God. I’m concerned when so-called preachers are raking in the almighty dollars in the name of Jesus Christ, etc. You get the idea and “yes” I know that these are the bad apples, praying with while preying on, to me, some naïve and ignorant “believers”. I know this is the sleazy side of the issue, but I’m still amazed it happens every single day.

True believers will call them fanatics, no doubt, the ones who are encouraged to strap on explosives with promises of a serene life after, in the name of. Consider that most wars fought through the centuries, were/are initiated with in the name of – and so forth. That’s what I don’t understand… Do you? If you do, please let me know what I’m not getting.

When we believe and acknowledge that we find comfort, hope, faith and guidance in anything, being a god, a religion, ourselves, another person or whatever or whoever, we are seriously not bad off. But I also truly believe that we need to be in control of these feelings and not let these feelings control us. Follow guidance is all fine, but I think it is essential that we always know and see where we are going, where we want to go and never lose track of our goals. Faith is that personal…

Faith is such a personal emotion; that cannot be argued to any extent. So I accept and respect. Of course I expect the same acceptance and respect for my beliefs, my life-style and my thoughts; which cannot be argued either. Sure you are welcome to roll your eyes and shake your head – to some extent I would understand – I would not agree, but I would understand, huh?

I want to finish with a piece I wrote many years ago; now be nice and remember my respect for individual faith. When I look back in history, acknowledge that so many wars fought, so many millions of people killed, have to a high degree been fought and are still being fought, in the name of a god or a religion, etc. I am very perplexed. So I wanted to get my thoughts cleared up and wrote the following:

Religions, as in plural, still initiate wars, slugging it out and killing each other, supposedly with the blessings of their gods, imaginary or not, in their convictions to try to persuade the other side, in the matter of life, faith or death, that their (imaginary?) god is better or for other related  reasons – in the name of... 

Where do we find common sense or any form of logic in this? What is it that we cannot understand? Making any sense of killing and destroying our fellow human beings in the name of, no matter how much of a believer you are and no matter how seemingly communal the cause, doesn’t that fully go against what faith and religion is? And what about the commandment: Thou shalt not kill? As far as I know, that specific commandment did not come with amendments.

If religion (also) helps believers cope with the fear of death, which seems to be one of the cores of intention in many religions, I am fine with that. But when we look at the “unintended” consequences of embracing the irrational philosophy of killing each other in the process of making you a believer or prove a religious point, I do not understand. To me, it’s religion with confusion; damnation in Hell is secured by ignoring Thou shalt not kill – the scriptures, bibles and Koran’s and what have you, do not say anything contrary. So believers are judged – no matter what imaginary leader is followed, no matter how much he (or she) says: thou shall not follow any other gods – (or something to that effect...) as this obviously catches some believers between faith and an extremely hard immoral place. Do you know something different?

A good friend, who used to live next door, would be on her way to church Sunday mornings. I would kiddingly ask her to put in a few good words for me to the Big Guy in the Sky. Carole would always laugh and yet again tell me that she had tried several times, but He had told her that He gave up on Peter a long time ago – perhaps that explains a few things, huh?

PS. Next post will be a lot lighter – I believe…

Monday, August 26, 2013

EATING OUT – something rotten in Denmark?



If you like hay, pine needles and lichen, also known as a plant like organism, alga and fungus and have a huge budget for eating – like real huge, you should make a reservation at the best restaurant in the world – if you can find an available table within the next many months or years? Dinner for two with a bottle of wine will set you back approximately $711, depending on how tight you are with tips. But not to worry, in this country, tips (gratuity of 15%) are included in the prices you see on the menu. Of course if you like hay, pine needles and plant like organisms, $711 is a barging – but something else is rotten in Denmark.

The restaurant NOMA in Copenhagen has yet again been voted the best restaurant in the world; this is the third consecutive year, so they must be doing something right. Looking at their Web-site, the elegance is there and their philosophy concerning the food they create is fascinating. Chef Rene Redzepi is finding a multitude of new and old sources of foods and all of it from the Nordic countries (NOMA is a combination of the two Danish words "nordisk" (Nordic) and "mad" (food)) - so there. The preparation and presentation is also rather unique. If you feel like inviting me to NOMA (you pay for me, of course) I’m often in Denmark; so how about making those reservations, okay? Let me know what year; I’ll even bring my own appetite.

We have an eatery, The French Laundry, in nearby Yountville (Northern California) and they are approximately 43rd on the list of the world’s best restaurants. As far as I understand, they are supposedly fully booked two years in advance, which effectively eliminates that spur-of-the-moment eating-out thing, when you don’t feel like cooking, as in: “Hey, sweetheart, how about going out and eat – in about 24 months – if we can get a table – and if we are still together, huh?

The thing about Copenhagen is that over the last many years, it has actually also turned rather exciting in the culinary department. Many new restaurants pop up with fascinating and exciting concepts and menus. But it has not always been like that – actually far from, and this is where something is getting rotten in Denmark.

For some, eating is just something we do and must do to survive. Our two boys used to just open the refrigerator door and hope something edible would fall into their open mouths – covering lunch or dinner or whatever hunger-need needed to be covered; true story. As they have gotten older, food in all its fantastic varieties are now more so in focus. On our trip to Denmark and Sweden this summer, our youngest son took more pictures of food items than of anything else - seriously.

In Denmark years back, we would eat because we had to, and restaurants for the most part had basic menus featuring open faced sandwiches, meat-balls and lots of pork dishes. But that has changed; eating home and eating out has become rather exciting; but at an unfortunate cost.

 
As I grew up in Copenhagen, you would find a vast quantity of “polsevogne”, which directly translated means “hotdog cars” (See fascinating picture above). Here you could get a quick meal, consisting of (you are too fast for me) hotdogs, either a plain hotdog, with ketchup, mustard and a small rectangular roll; 


or a delicious hotdog, somewhat American style, but with huge Danish influence. I have eaten thousands of those things through the years, as expertly demonstrated below.



After every arrival into Copenhagen International Airport (or CIA, huh?) and driving somewhere, I stop (religiously) by the first “polsevogn” I see. I get a red and boiled hotdog with raw onions, mustard, ketchup as well as remolade (type of tartar sauce) and a soda. And I have about three hotdogs like that as one meal – not feeling any guilt what-so-ever. But those days are nearly gone, as those “polsevogne” have become an endangered species; not that many around anymore.

The Danes have become more sophisticated concerning what they eat, as well as fast-food establishments Burger King, McDonalds and the like have popped up all over the place – squeezing those polsevogne out; to me that is a national shame as I consider eating red polser a Danish birth-right, as it should be – right there next to breast-feeding.

The polsevogne hotdogs are red, colored red and the funny story is, that many years ago, the “food-ministry” or something like that, decided that the color used to make our hotdogs so festive red, had way too many terrible life-ending chemicals in them; even the research rats refused to eat any of them – they seriously went on strike. So in the government’s wisdom, the color was banned from all hotdogs and they now appeared in that nasty beige-like gut color (which is actually the part that holds a hotdog together, if we like it or not – and YUK on that)…

But the ban did not go over well with the natives. Massive arguments, protests and threats flew around and in the end, the pro-red-polse-people of Denmark won and the red coloring came back – hopefully in a less deadly version. The rats returned, doing the testing and as far as I know, most of them survive.

But will the endangered Danish polsevogne survive? I do hope so, as Denmark would not be Denmark without The Little Mermaid (who is now over 100 years old), the Royal Family, Lego, Tivoli, Danish pastry and polsevogne. My Mother is 93 and will not live forever; a fact I do realize. But Denmark without my three hotdogs with raw onions, ketchup, mustard, remolade and a soda, no matter how many NOMA’s pop up, pine needles and fungi, would not be the same Denmark I love so much – and to me, that is a true national crisis.  
  
So do me a favor when you visit Denmark, please support the grand polse-tradition by frequenting any and all polsevogne you see. And when you mention my name to any of the polsevogn-men and women serving you, they’ll no doubt say: “It’s such a pity Peter lives in America; business has never been the same without him here – we really miss him…” (True story).

They all had a least one hotdog - yes, I asked them all. 



Monday, August 19, 2013

FLIRTING – are you any good at it?



Though argument may suggest otherwise, I think that flirting and being flirtatious is something that you are either good at, or you stink up the place with. What I’m concerned, to be good at flirting we need charm, self-confidence, a healthy self-esteem, sense of humor (very important), quick thinking and a nice smile - just to name a few. Am I a good flirter? I think I am, but not to the full extent of the above. So are you any good at it?

I like the French origin of the term flirting. It comes from conter fleurette which means: “try to seduce” or the lighter translation: “to speak sweet nothings”. So are we trying to seduce when we flirt? Yes we are, to some extent – if that is what we are going for or not.

Flirting is a social as well as a sexual activity (now you are blushing, huh?) and can be a verbal, a written or a body language related communication by one person to another. Flirting is also known as coquetry, but we don’t use that term much; it is too difficult to spell.

There are very fine and ethical lines involved in the art of flirting, as flirting can be a very indirect and at times suggestive (sexual) form of communication that in most situations should stay within acceptable limits. We have “flirting with intent” and the more popular “flirting for fun”.  Playful flirtation can be amusing for all involved and I have always believed that when done right, not crossing those ethical and/or moral lines, it is more so a term of endearment than trying to score (sexually). Oh, and a female flirter is called a coquette (that word again) and the male one is called a player or a womanizer. I have never considered myself either of the two male-things, ever.

But of course flirting has a wider reason; it is a milder suggestion for greater intimacy, then what a present relationship justifies – as when meeting somebody you feel attracted to. The importance is to balance on the border of social etiquette (as not being crude and sleazy), as flirting with strong sexual overtones can backfire and erase any chances of getting to know the other person. As charming and as cute flirting can be, a wrong approach can kill any chances of success – in an instance (been there and done that – twice).

When we flirt (or think we do), we are trying, to some extent, to build a stronger bond with somebody else. It’s like “our little thing” kind of deal, and done right, we do feel flattered and appreciative knowing that somebody likes us beyond the basics of friendship, work colleagues, etc. Oh and let’s get the “work”- thing nailed down, so you do not get burned – or fired with a later date in court.

Flirting for fun is all, well, fun, but in the work-place (here in the USA) the fun can turn gruesome in seconds. Flirting in most shapes and forms is laced with light-to-heavy sexual connotations – no matter how much or not it was meant to be. But it has more so everything to do with how the flirting is conceived by the “target” – and for the most part, the “target” is always right. So the “I didn’t mean to imply…” will rarely hold water in your defense. This is the way flirting turns to sexual-harassment – not a nice situation to get into, so better watch out.

Yes there are horrendous lawsuits, some justified big time, but others are shamelessly exploited – just like so many other kinds of suits. And it brings me back to the part about being cautious, sensitive and considered.

If we do not have the “talent” for flirting, can we learn how to? I do not believe that we can – sorry; it has to come naturally, as with other things we do well. But that doesn’t hold back self-help books being published about how-to-flirt. Here are a few titles, and trust me, I could not make this up – really:

FLIRTING LIKE WILDFIRE

THE FLIRTING BIBLE

THE HIDDEN BODY LANGUAGE

FLIRTING FOR DUMMIES (my all-time favorite)

FLIRTING TO WIN

FLIRTING 101: HOW TO CHARM YOUR WAY TO LOVE, FRIENDSHIP & SUCCESS

MAKE HIM BEG TO BE YOUR BOYFRIEND IN 6 SIMPLE STEPS

HOW TO MAKE SOMEONE FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU IN 90 MINUTES OR LESS

FROM HELLO TO SEX: THE MAN’S GUIDE TO GETTING LAID

Oh well, you get the idea. And I’m sure some people out there buy these titles and fantasize about the (fast?) results. But my point is still, that flirting is not something that we can be taught how to do. Don’t you agree?

So are the non-flirters totally lost? Of course not, as conversation, especially the art of listening and showing interest in getting-to-know somebody else can be just as effective; perhaps even more so, as flirting is considered a much lighter form of getting-to-know-you, bonding with you as is.

I have had a few disastrous flirting situations in my life – the ones I cannot forget; but overall I feel very comfortable with my flirting abilities – has never been a problem. Now don’t get me wrong Dear Reader, as I am not bragging, just stating a fact, which does not make me bigger (or smaller) to any extent. And of course, now that I am a lot older (more mature, as I prefer), I can flirt till I am blue in the face. Here’s a quote that explains this perfectly:  "One of the best parts of growing older? You can flirt all you like, since you have become harmless." 

And then there are the many times I get uncomfortable when flirting (being “charming and witty” (giggle giggle)). When I am being flirted back to, which is the normal order of good flirting, I blush, which I can still do, scrape the ground with my left foot and curl up inside, feeling extremely uncomfortable. So in most cases I can dish this flirting thing out, but I’m never good at being on the receiving end. Same thing with compliments, I can give a lot of them, but when directed towards me, I do not greet them well – at all.

Overall flirting is a good thing, as it is a way to tell somebody that they are special beyond the norm or the situation. I have never found that to be wrong – even in the work-place, as expressing our interests and feelings to people around us is just another rather natural way to communicate. When we stay within the ethical lines and borders, flirting with charm and wit, not with crudeness and ignorance, is rather awesome, sweet and exciting; don’t you think?