tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88426461868401783312024-03-05T16:31:10.254+00:00Rika's Column'Rika's Column' started off as a section of the Incredible Ladies Project and now has become an independant blog. Rika – that’s me, the owner – likes to voice her opinion about all sorts of stuff and everything that bites her as falling into categories from annoying via ranting to zoned out becomes a column... there you are!Rikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842646186840178331.post-58691134386962299112013-09-26T16:17:00.001+01:002013-09-26T16:20:04.168+01:00Real Women...! Really?I keep wondering what it is that excites the male world so much about the pin-up style woman, with ample bosom, rear and belly. I like to look at those women and their pictures, too, if they are well done; they are
appealing and they trigger fantasies ... I can very much appreciate that! ... I have Dita Von Teeses Book '<a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Burlesque-Art-Teese-Fetish/dp/0060591676/ref=pd_sxp_f_pt" target="_blank">Burlesque and the art of the teese</a>' on my shelf after all. Yet, then I
hear the comments of my male comrades saying: Wow, that's a real woman!<br />
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Where does that leave me? ... and about 99.9% of the rest of the female world?<br />
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have been quite fat, then slim, then muscly and then chubby again. I have a wardrobe full of office, goth, burlesque and tomboy clothing and a drawer full of make-up. Tell you what: Didn't make any difference whatsoever! Not how I felt as a woman,
nor how I was appreciated by men.<br />
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One of my ex liked me
strong and now prefers the fragile type. The other one liked me
chubby and dumped me anyway. No, ladies and gentlemen: I am not bitter,
just wondering where I went wrong for the majority of 52 years. Even
before puberty we practise to be appealing to whatever it is we think we
should appeal to... but nobody really seriously tells us that this is not how it works. The outer shell might make it easier to get a first interview, but
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These days the media is blamed a lot,
but the above example shows that basically it's the guys guiding
our ways. Throughout my physical changes I always was the same woman
inside; the mad German as much as the loving, caring, crying, creative,
depressed, smiling, hard working, chaotic, laughing and lazy Rika. Maybe it's this
character description that men cannot take, and I am happy to acknowledge
that. I wouldn't be able to live with myself, so we are on the same
page here. Thing just is, that I very much feel like a real woman and I quite like
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So while the gentlemen may dream on about their perfectly exposed, photo-shopped and colourfully made-up proper women, I may just silently sneak off my little shelf and do my own thing. Rikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842646186840178331.post-31379777939392522162013-09-19T23:50:00.001+01:002013-09-19T23:51:38.158+01:00This Time of The YearEvery year at end of August or beginning of September there is this one day: The air changes! All of a sudden there is a freshness in it and it becomes clear to everybody that summer is over. There may be a bit of hope when at lunchtime the cardigan feels a tad bit too much and the craving for ice cream becomes overwhelming again, but there is no denying: Fall has arrived!<br />
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The nights are nippy, the car windows are misting up, and then the first yellow leave is falling. Eventually I manage to accept the change and to even find some positive aspects; reading instead of roaming the outdoors, a nice tea maybe with a bit of rum in the evenings, cosiness and tranquility, even the prospect of all the Christmas dinners that have to be braved is not really daunting yet, and then it happens: The letterbox makes its distinct noise on delivery and an rather thick envelope without an address is lying in front of my feet. The charity season has started. <br />
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The summer is for the 'take part' charities; we run, we swim, we climb and bake, the winter is reserved for begging. When friends use charity work as an incentive for a challenge and ask me for sponsorship, I call it a win-win. If a big charity however sends me an unasked for letter containing Christmas cards, coasters and bookmarks, and is expecting me to pay a particular sum for the nonreturnable goods, then I call it blackmail and my anger is growing.<br />
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What am I to do? It feels wrong to throw away rather ugly yet perfectly usable items, but using them without paying feels even worse. I used to keep them in a drawer, but even after years I feel a certain guilt whenever I stumble over them. <br />
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This guilt trip induced by a simple letter seems to be very powerful as it must outweigh by far the cost incurred by sending the letter in the first place. I have done a lot of charity work and I am happy to do so in the future. My incentive however, always was and will be the feelgood experience of helping and I object to blackmail and guilt.<br />
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This year I left the items casually lying in the coffee area of our office and I definitely will not pay a penny ever to charities of this kind. There are many others who advertise their achievements and future plans to raise funds. You will need to be genuine in order to get into my pocket.Rikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842646186840178331.post-59301504066611042842012-09-08T13:44:00.000+01:002012-09-08T13:44:45.518+01:00Less-More-Time-Location-Culture<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Why I am writing this? Oh, I was in a club the other night. The first time after almost 30 years of sophisticated married lifestyle, I went out with friends to the equivalent of what we in our teen days would have called 'A Disco'.</div>
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And now I have a project: I have to test more of those clubs! Yes, unfortunately I have to sacrifice myself for this research, because I am confused.</div>
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Either we had it soooo much better back in our days, or this club was not such a good one, or it is a cultural thing and the English do things differently.</div>
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Don't get me wrong: I had a fantastic time, including the broken voice and the headache in the aftermath, but...</div>
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.. and no, I am not going to complain about the music. It is very techno, and I actually qite like this DJ thing, in which a real human butchers the recent hit records. It is not so far from what we had with hard rock and heavy metal. It is all about getting as many beats as possible into a second. Dance style wise: The same. You either would move as fast as you can to follow the beat - only very few would do that - or you move at a toned down speed and try to look as cool as possible; theses days version has a lot of dirty dancing, so this is quite simple, too. Of course there are some who are naturally cooler than others, but the dance floor is so cramped that it doesn't really matter. Well, and if you are a girl and you know how to shake your booty, than not even age seems to get into the way of catching a few looks.</div>
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But! And that it the big BUT I will have to explore...</div>
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It all starts with two question: Why do people go to those places, and do those places accommodate those needs?</div>
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Apart from getting drunk as quickly as possible, which seems to be a very English thing, I can think of only one other reasons for going to a club: finding a mating partner; and this is a very subtle game which massively depends on the ambiente and the role you have. As mentioned before, there are the cool, the not so cool and the seriously uncool ones. </div>
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The not so cool ones have to play the role of wing man. Their job is to let the cool ones shine even more next to their sad existence, and they have to keep the not so cool guys/girls of their backs. They are a little bit like admin staff. Once in a while and out of desperation, the wing people will fall for each other, while still hoping to get promoted to cool and to land a hit - and be it in a drunk moment. </div>
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Or, now I am just pursuing the girl's perspective as that's the only one I know, one has a boyfriend who needs to be shown off, observed closely to see which of the other bitches has an eye on him and who he might have an eye on, and of course a lot of making out had to take place to mark the territory.</div>
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I usually was a wing man. I had been chosen to be servant to the coolest twins and top girls at school: blond, blue eyes -and that already lifted me up the ladder above the seriously uncool ones. It was hard work and I embarrassed myself ever so often to aim for the cool guys they had thrown off the cliff, but as soon as they were in relationships I had a bit of time for myself. These were the times when our - German, old fashion - type of disco came in handy. </div>
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They were dark! One could flirt and do a bit of deliberately unintended touching without anybody noticing. It was of utter importance that once a guy showed just the slightest bit of interest that none of the cool girls would see me flirting. They might despise each other, but they are using each other to fend off dangers in regard to losing their wing man assets, spreading rumors or even flirting with the bloke themselves while telling me how he tried to seduce them and that I would deserve better than him. </div>
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Oh, those lovely almost pitch black corners in the gaming area, and then the best of things... slow dance round. It would appear out of the blue, light goes dark and... well, one had to be smart to be on the dancefloor with the right guy. The tactics and suspense of when to tease a guy on the dance floor... too early, he might have left by then, too late... that was it for that day, as slow round only happened once or twice per night.</div>
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If the club I visited this week is exemplary to all clubs these days, I really do pity the kids. They have it so much more difficult to play their games subtly - and the fun of seduction does lie in the subtlety and the suspense that goes along with it. I admit that our lifestyle has become faster, everybody has to have everything straight away, but let me tell you... there is noting better than a slow round on an almost dark dance floor, whily gently negotiating a new relationship: feeling the other one breathe, fingertips sweating, a bit of pressure here, a bit of touching there until eventually cheeks stay together for that little bit to long, and...</div>
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Tonight I met with friends for dinner and one of them asked: What is it that you guys are still clinging to in life? Everybody was thinking hard, but nobody came up with something substantial, while my head was buzzing from ideas. And then something weird happened: Yours truly, the one who always is at the forefront with her blabbermouth, didn't feel like sharing.</div>
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I remembered that two years ago I had written a <a href="http://incredible-ladies.blogspot.co.uk/2010/11/my-bucket-list.html" target="_blank">column about my bucket list,</a> the film had just come out and it was a nice thought experiment. What I could not remember was the items on the list; I only knew that back then I was happy to put them out there, and that now I wanted to keep them secret, undiscussed and mine.</div>
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How lucky I am that I have put my life in blogs, the search engine is really good. In all my pamphlets I found the one, and here is the list from back then:</div>
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<li>I want to give a proper speech to a big audience</li>
<li>I want to be on a stage</li>
<li>I would like to be able to dance well</li>
<li>I would like to be able to sing without being embarrassed</li>
<li>I want to have my own fashion line</li>
<li>I DO want to publish a book (the writing part is already done)</li>
<li>I would like to win a prize or an award for something I have worked for</li>
<li>I would like to have an exhibition with my own paintings and sculptures</li>
<li>I want to own my own business and</li>
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<li>I want to walk in the footsteps of the great Jane Goodall and do field studies with primates</li>
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Turns out that I actually did quite a few of those things. I did go on stage, I did win a prize, I e-published a book, the dream to publish on paper remains, the business didn't happen yet, but I have founded a charity, and although I am not doing field studies I am travelling to Sumatra regularly to help build an English school. Not too bad actually, for just two years gone past. </div>
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The new bucket list however is a different one, less about achievement than fun. It has things on it like learning how to ride a horse, I have lessons since two weeks...Well, and the other stuff I am not going to tell you either. This time I will get things done first and then I will report back. They are mundane things and more unreasonable. See, the above are things which if they work out are fine, like giving a speech, and nobody believes anyway that I ever would start my own fashion line. Hence the above list did not get questioned. Either it's harmless stuff or unthinkable anyway. But starting to climb a horse at age 51... She must be bonkers! Proper midlife crisis! Hope she doesn't get hurt from such a silly thing!</div>
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This is my last chance to doing silly things, and I want to have fun with them, and people telling me that it is silly, is taking the fun out of it. Of course my hard core readers would never judge me, but there might be others... so, bshhhhhht! lips sealed!</div>
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This morning I had one of those mind floating moments and wondered how - or if - playing games shapes our characters, lifestyles or relationships. Or changing perspective: If I see you play, do I see how you live?</div>
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According to Wikipedia games are 'attested as early as 2600 BC,<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Game#cite_note-0"> </a></sup><sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-1"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Game#cite_note-1"></a></sup>games are a universal part of human experience and present in all cultures'.</div>
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So, gaming seems to be deeply embedded into our most inner self... why then do I hate it so much? We live in a world of the biggest variety of games and I just cannot be tempted to play any of those. I think I decided at age of 6 to never play again. Oh, I did the mother and child play, mud soup cooking and those sort of things, but board games were off limits.</div>
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I am losing my temper all to easily, I get drawn into my darkest of sides, in which I am running out of control of myself. As soon as competitiveness is spurred on by others doing the same as I do, I reach that moment when it's not funny anymore. At age 6 I threw the board including the stones into the room, parts never to be found again, we suspect the dog ate them... I was told off, was horribly embarrassed about the severity of my misbehaviour and decided to just not play again. The trade-off between excitement and fun and the effort to keep myself at bay always stayed on the side of effort.</div>
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I hate losing so much, that I don't like the winning either. At age 18 I was group-forced to join a card game. I won a few rounds and felt awful assuming that the others hate losing as much as I do; it was me causing this feeling, so why should I be happy about the win.</div>
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I always wondered why games portrait a world of black and white? One is either a winner or a loser! C'mon this Olympic stereotype that it is already an honour to take part is a bit of a farce, isn't it? We want to see gold medals, nobody ever talks about the silver winner again, or only in a very pitiful way when the loss was an unfortunate circumstance. </div>
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Only a few times I was happy playing. At age 25 my father-in-law gave me a beautiful wooden box to test. A colleague of his was researching co-operative games and this one was just beautiful. One would play with a partner to finish the board. It was about strategies each player had to pursue individually, but if one would be too greedy the board would not finish and no one would win. This was my heaven. I knew such a game already; it is called 'Patience'. Quite often it is referred to as 'Solitaire' as it can be played by a single player as well. But I prefer the two player version in which co-operation is key to neatly put the cards onto their piles. I used to play this game with my grandma every Tuesday during a school break. I was about 14 and she had to gently nudge me into playing. Now those are my fondest memories with her.</div>
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I am wondering if this kind of play always was in my character, or if she played a role in forming me into this person. We all have our individual ways of tackling challenging situations, sometimes boisterously barging through, sometimes running away, and sometimes co-operating to get the best out of it for everybody. Sometimes one has to give up a little to gain a lot. Giving up is ever so often perceived as losing - I don't care! Giving up without knowing if there will be a win is risky, but it is a risk I am willing to take, anytime! The prize to be won is just too valuable!</div>Rikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842646186840178331.post-87788747063997544732012-07-22T10:08:00.000+01:002012-07-22T10:08:24.409+01:00Perspectives<div style="text-align: justify;">
Such a long time I haven't been writing and so many things on my mind. Thoughts about things that I have seen and moments that I have lived seemed to be connected, but the puzzle just wouldn't fall into place, and now I got an idea and I will have to see where it will lead me.</div>
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The question hanging there is: Why is life so difficult at times?</div>
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Well, there is illness and death, the quite inevitable things, but there are so many other occasions in which life is so darn hard and I was wondering if it has to be like that.</div>
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We are educated the way our culture requests it, there are individual aberrations but generally in the Western world sex is preferably to happen within the marriage, but before is kind of ok-ish, after marriage only if you are young enough, basically meaning able to reproduce; in other cultures the rule set might be tighter or more lose. We have dogs, cats and rabbits as pets yet we eat rabbits. The Chinese put dogs on their dinner plates, yet we find that disgusting. We have rules about what to eat, what to learn, how to learn it, for how long to work, haw fast to drive and how to raise our children, rules which we are taught from early on to be able to fit in. </div>
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Some of the rules make sense, or at least made sense historically, some made their way into law, but most of them are in people's heads, being passed down the generations. Rules pretend to be a moral framework promising safety to the ones who stick with it.</div>
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It is hard to do so, though. Things don't always pan out, do they? Married partners might find each other boring or even unbearable to live with, but no.... you took the decision to live with that person as a youngster some quarter of a century back and now you have to pay for it: Social convention will brand mark you should you dare leave. Oh yes, we are allowed to divorce by law, yet the label 'devorce' will stick and even if you re-marry this will not change. I got a speeding ticket recently; yep, went 57 miles in a 50 mile zone. At 56 miles nothing would have happened. It was an empty two lane road, at night. I consider myself a relaxed driver, I don't have road rage, I flow with the traffic, and yes, if the conditions are right I like to go fast. This 50 miles sign makes sense during day time, then this is a very dangerous road with heavy traffic. The technology to install adaptable signage exists, but is expensive, so for the policing of rules it is easier to just convict. If an enraged person would have tried to push me off the road at less than 50 miles, the rules would not have caught him. </div>
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Don't get me wrong: Societies need rules! But how we apply those rules can make life very difficult.</div>
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One might think that rules which made it into law are the most difficult to change, I however believe that the ones in people's heads are the most difficult to eradicate. I find myself ever so often judging others for something that is not my business. Why is her skirt so short? Shouldn't she be better at school at that time of the day? Funny that his car is rarely parked in front of the house! Looking like that he shouldn't eat that burger!</div>
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I measure myself against others to determine my own place within the social framework. If there are others who are worse than me, than I must be on the good side. And at the same time it scares the shit out of me that something might happen that makes me 'them'. That there might be others who judge me the same way. </div>
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The culprit that makes life so difficult is 'social convention'. It makes everybody offended so easily. People snogging in the street, boobs on magazine covers, celebrating your religious beliefs in the open while being in the wrong culture, breast feeding in a restaurant... the list of potentially offencive things is endless. We are trained from the first day of our existence to not offend others.We learn how to second guess when somebody might be offended, as a matter of fact I feel that I have been second guessing my entire life. The framework of social convention which is supposed to give me safety in rules actually only ever provided me with a pool of uncertainty. </div>
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I am wondering: Wouldn't it be much easier if we would change perspective and just take less offence?</div>
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And thus I am taking a new motto: Be generous to those around you!</div>
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was during the run-up to Christmas, the festival of love, and it was at a car park. Car parks and good mood rarely go well together, I however was quite happily minding my own business. This business being to find a got spot. See, I am not good in parking my big trunk. I am fully capable to do all this reversing into a slot thing, but that doesn't mean that I like doing it. Hubby is different. For him it is a sport to be the smoothest, swift reverse parker that was ever seen. I am not like that; my aim is to find a slot to drive through, and as usually slots are aligned in double rows, I needed one where two nice wide slots behind each other were free. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lucky, I was! Gently and carefully I manoeuvred the snout into the first of the slots, another car in front of me went past, I straightened the car and was half way in the second slot when I saw the rear of a car entering.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Stand-off!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is where the stubbornness came in. Blood pressure rising I decided to defend my slot. I could have easily reversed into the first, perfectly fine slot, but then I would have had the hassle of reversing out of it later. And... I was as good as in already. So I just sat. Admittedly I would have felt better giving up, being the bigger person; ...I wouldn't be sitting here writing about it... This lady however seemed to be perfectly capable to reverse into any other slot, and there were plenty of them. There was only one that suited me. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">She charged backwards a bit, I could hear the motor howling. Rika sitting stubbornly. She tried it again... the poor thing! By then every sentiment for the festival of love must have gone up in smoke. She dashed out, parked two slots down the row... she is good, she was faster in hers than I was in mine... well, maybe I am just really bad... However, by the time I left the car a really red face shouted across the car park, insisting repeatedly that I belonged to the species of milk producing creatures, that I stole her parking slot and that I swooped in from behind.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, she doesn't know me; as depicted before: When I drive there is no swooping, at least not in car parks. I however give her that: She could not have seen me. When she drove past, all she would have seen was a car in the first slot. Usually we do not notice if somebody is in the car. Car in slot means: parked! Thus to her it must have felt like somebody swooping in. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Each person's story represents the truth from their point of view, hence we were both right, and both wrong. There is no clear answer of who should have owned that slot. I used my stronger position to win - I was not blocking the street while waiting for her to give up - but that doesn't make it right from her point of view. There is one thing though that puts her entirely into the wrong: If we were to swap roles in this story, I may have closed my door a bit harder, I may have mumbled some swear words into my scarf, but I would not have called her names. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And next time I will give up. I now know that I can defend what I think is right, but sometimes it is just not worth it!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Rikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842646186840178331.post-47059117827389901512011-12-25T15:06:00.000+00:002011-12-25T15:06:22.886+00:00The aftermath of Christmas presents...<div style="text-align: justify;">We don't do Christmas presents! Not anymore. We actually don't do Christmas anymore. We are an old couple without kids. There is no good reason to clean the house to then mess it up with a tree, the hassle of shopping and cooking and ... and then one has a lot of time around ones hands and decides to go... shopping. Isn't there this lovely new mall where the Olympics will take place? Stratford! Yes, that's it! Let's go!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And then we buy gadgets. Important ones. I actually wanted flat shoes for Lindy Hop lessons. Yes, that's right... FLAT shoes... for me! Unfortunately the trainer insists in flats which I don't really have. I then however, couldn't get myself to buying ugly shoes, so I turned my attention to a wrist watch. Not having worn one in ages I had lost track of the market situation, though.They are either pretty yet impractical, or partly practical but the most ugly, huge monsters imaginable. So I gave up and we entered hubby's temple - the Apple Store. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">For some weird reason items of a certain value have to find an allocation to some sort of event, and hence we each got a little something as Christmas pressie. Ha... we are not doing Christmas, my ar..!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now: Each present worth its money has to show its value instantly and my Nano touch which works as a wrist watch - who needs Swatch & Co if there are iGadgets - is outshone by hubby's little black box, the 'apple TV'. It's not bigger than a sardine can, but shinier and it hooks up with all sorts of other iDevices to play their content on the telly; additionally it offers a lot of other stuff directly via iTunes... don't ask me details, all I know is that there are a lot of colourful buttons to press and then nice things happen on the screen, some of which cost money. I don't think hubby entirely trusts me in this, he enabled the kid protection allowing shopping access only via password. Hmmm...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So now we watch TED talks on the telly. You should really try that with the one where they bring a real human brain on stage with the spinal cord still attached... gives a whole new dimension to Christmas morning.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had seen J<a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/jill_bolte_taylor_s_powerful_stroke_of_insight.html%20" target="_blank">ill Bolte Taylor's talk about a 'stroke of insigth' </a>before on the computer, but I have to say that it is quite different on the big screen. It now becomes a family experience and being able to talk about it afterwards brings new aspects to the talk. For this particular one this means, that I want to know more about the matter. If I could understand better how these two sides of the brain work together and if indeed my suspicion would be right that hormones are causing havoc there, that might explain why sometimes I feel so bloody unfocused. This is a Christmas pressie that hasn't been invented yet: The iFocus!</div><br />
Merry Christmas, Dears!<br />
Love <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So imagine at the beginning of your life, sitting bang in the middle of your perfectly shaped biscuit, nice and round, all smooth, and drifting through space. Soon you will get up to explore and you will find that it wobbles. Quickly drawing back to the middle you will learn where the centre of gravity lies - it is you! As you keep exploring your biscuit you will find that inviting people onto this platform will help to keep the balance. If you all move in perfect harmony, you all have the freedom to explore and to enjoy this life together. You might even discover that attaching other people’s biscuits to yours will make it sturdier. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Biscuits are not easily navigated, though. Harmony might come natural at times, but usually negotiations are asked for. Some people manage perfectly fine for all their lives and live happily ever after, but most of us will find that there are always people, with whom the balancing game does not work. They either move to fast, too slow or into the wrong direction, while others might not want to fix their biscuits too tightly or not tightly enough. Usually this does not happen out of deliberation. We just live at different speeds, were raised in different cultures and use language in different ways. Whatever the reason, all of a sudden the balancing act involves you doing the splits, a lot of running around and continuously being alert.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">From all this commotion the first cracks appear in your biscuit... see, told you: Life would be better if it were a cookie, but 'No!' whoever was in charge decided to choose a biscuit.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">... and it is getting worse. People will move away from the cracks and will reach the edge. There they will see interesting things: loads of other biscuits, interesting, pretty, cool or idyllic. The ones who daringly peer through the cracks see the same wonderful picture, and some of them may be tempted to risk the jump off the margins or through the crevice. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Drastic action is required, a wall needs to be built around the biscuit, cracks have to be fixed, and maybe it is a good idea to tie some people down. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">... and out we get the pegs and the ties, and we hammer them into the ground, and often too late we realise that now it is us who is breaking the biscuit. But what can be done? We keep fixing and fixing. Some cracks we are able to mend lovingly, for others there is just no time and we paint over them. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">... and so it goes for a while: short periods of relative happiness when we think that we nailed it are taking turns with frantic repair work, until one day we are exhausted and unhappy and wondering: What the heck am I doing? Life cannot be about building walls and fixing cracks. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> ... and more questions are whizzing through the brain: What happened to my lovely, pristine biscuit? Who is to blame? Could it have been avoided? What to do now?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The answers lie in the beginning: The centre of gravity is YOU! You and you alone will have to be the person to win back stability. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh, how often did I try to find the ones to blame? I had to learn that it was Me. I voluntarily did the fixing and building and running, nobody asked me to. People joined my life and without asking them or myself whether or not they were good for my biscuit, I accommodated their needs. I did not make clear the rules that apply for docking to my biscuit. I didn’t even know the rules, so how can I blame others.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The way forward is the simplest and the most difficult task at the same time. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The past needs to be the past. None of what is gone will come back, and hence assessing what is left is the first step to healing. The aim is the truth; no sugar coating, no excuses.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">... and then comes the big thought experiment. The right questions have to be asked: Why did I do all the fixing? What am I scared of? As a matter of fact ‘What is the worst case scenario?’ What if I would let go? My biscuit might break – ‘Would I really mind?’, people might leave or fall off – ‘Would I feel guilt, or loss?’ ‘Do I want to desperately cling to people who don’t want to be with me? ... sitting on my fragment of biscuit drifting through space, ... time to think,... time for honesty, ... this fragment would be MY fragment, my responsibility and my freedom. How bad would the worst case scenario actually be? However painful the process: the answer to this question holds all the building blocks for honest negotiations. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">... and then the work begins. Ever so carefully yet confidently a set of rules will have to be established. Balance can only be achieved by negotiation, either through talking and listening, or testing and observing, and although bits of the biscuit might break off as some people decide to leave, one might find that biscuits with edges are actually quite nice to be on. They show style, and experience; they are reliable and easy to dock to. One might even find that more people than expected would like to make an edgy biscuit their home.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My new motto: The first step to avoiding the worst of cases is to face it and to accept it as fate!</div>Rikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842646186840178331.post-2158038251775543112011-10-07T13:28:00.000+01:002011-10-07T13:28:23.231+01:00Male VS Female CheatingI don't know if this piece of wisdom is of any relevance, but after years of observation I can reveal: Men and women are cheating differently. Yep, they do!<br />
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The early stages of a cheat appear to be pretty similar, but...<br />
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See, there are only few scenarios out of which a cheat arises. There are the cheating characters, who just can't help it; it's their nature. They come in male and female and I didn't take those into account. As for the others, they usually live in long wearing relationships which either have become boring because none of the partners has evolved, or they have become imbalanced because only one of the partner evolved, or they have become speechless because both partners evolved but in different directions. I guess there are only very few people who make it through by either not getting boring, or by developing into the same direction.<br />
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For the cheat to happen it then is important that opportunities arise. This is when first indicators appear that there are differences in the cheating behavior of the sexes. There are the opportunity seeking characters, and there are the ones who just jump when the opportunity is there. We will find both types in male and female, I am however claiming, that females are quite good in creating opportunities in very subtle ways. It will look as if the opportunity was just arising but in reality a meticulously planned strategy was in place to make it happen. A strategy, that is well suited for the cheating male, who usually rather gormlessly stumbles into it.<br />
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The differences between the sexes become prominent when they get discovered and it is time to pick up the pieces.<br />
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The female cheater will be aiming for one of three outcomes:<br />
<ul><li>Leave me all alone, I'd rather be without man (more often than one might think),</li>
<li>staying with the old relation,</li>
<li>staying with the new relation.</li>
</ul>And although she might appear rather emotionally torn, she will consider her options very carefully. Opposed to common wisdom she rarely will go for what her heart, so full of love, will tell her. A change down the social ladder might only be considered when she herself has a quite good income. Although women are hoping to have found the prince of their dreams, they may have a hunch that this furnace of love will fade and that there is a high possibility that some time in the future they will be stuck in the same boredom or speechlessness again. Should it happen, one will want to be in a good position.<br />
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The aim however is always a clean cut. I have never heard a woman say: Oh, I love you all, can't I just pop in whenever my schedule allows?<br />
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This seems to be the male attitude in solving the cheating situation. History and other cultures ooze from stories about men with several women, and whenever the conversation turns to this subject the male eye starts to sparkle and a certain jealousy becomes obvious from their choice of words used in said conversation.<br />
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The male cheater aims for only one thing: Filling the gaps!<br />
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While the woman is holding on to the dream of the perfect partner (... and if she doesn't find it then rather 'no partner') the male has a lazier approach of just collecting women who complement each other.<br />
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There is a quote, no idea where it comes from, and it reads: 'A woman should be a lady when in the parlor, a cook when in the kitchen and a harlot when in the bedroom.' The fact alone that this quote exists, shows that women are seen in specific roles and it gives an indication that men quite like the idea of choosing three women if the one is not doing the job properly.<br />
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Men however are ... men. A female would not write a job description: 'Be a Casanova in bed, handsome and presentable on social occasions and useful to the household.' Although this is a fine description of her prince, she is quite realistic in her expectations. A woman usually is already quite happy to get 'one' out of the 'three', while doing her best to display the full set of roles expected from her, to satisfy this imperfect specimen she agreed to marry.<br />
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What we can learn from that? 'Cheat more', 'Cheat less', 'Don't marry', 'Do marry', 'Have more orgies'... I don't know!<br />
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Why don't you tell me?Rikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842646186840178331.post-22696964627383079332011-05-26T08:28:00.000+01:002011-05-26T08:28:41.118+01:00Just Thinkin'...<div style="text-align: justify;">Not having been thinking a lot recently, hence my silence on the blogs, but this one crops up again and again:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">What's a luxury?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've been shopping a lot lately... yes, I know: a confession video is long overdue... and yes, a lot of the stuff I don't really need, so I can happily admit to the luxury crime. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But take my cleaner! For some reason I myself still think I shouldn't have one. I am a healthy woman fully capable of removing my own dirt, and potentially I would even have the time for it - but I don't want to! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I want to spend my time differently. I want to explore things, I want to write, I want to meet people and get inspired to explore even more things, and I want to meet people to inspire them - and I am really good at that. A cleaner gives me all these things. So why the heck do I have to feel guilty?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My cleaner is a star, she wasn't as blessed with an education enabling her to do something else. Well, she actually worked in health care but can't do that anymore because it broke her back. Cleaning houses allows her to work at her own pace and she likes to be in the service sector. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So she is happy and I am happy and at the same time we both do our business. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Could it be that luxury is a term coined out of envy? Is anything that makes me happy or makes my life easier a luxury, just because I have the money to pay for it?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I call driving a Merc or having a yacht a luxury; not cooking but going out for food I find luxurious... but only because these things are not for me: I wouldn't want to do it and because for me it's not worth the money. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now my luxury lifestyle has enabled me to find a new aim in life. All the explorations and networking eventually is going to pay off in proper currency: I enrolled in a course to become 'Personal Trainer'. I have a new career prospect while my dear cleaner earned herself the money to pay for the visa and the trip from the Philippines for her daughter.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Long live luxury!</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Rikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842646186840178331.post-82170016831664739282011-04-08T09:24:00.000+01:002011-04-08T09:24:05.404+01:00Murphy is still biting<h1></h1><div style="text-align: justify;">This is a rant! I am not sure if I am pre-menstrual or menopausal, our English summer is taking place during this very week, and I have not seen a bloody bit of it, collecting overtime at work instead, and my <a href="http://rikas-challenges.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">bodybuilding </a>competition is getting closer and I am in panic because I just can't focus on it. I had another week during which I didn't train. Great!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murphy%27s_law" target="_blank">Mr Murphy</a> claims that everything that can go wrong will go wrong, for me it is more: Pile on her shoulders as much as you can! Maybe it's Murphy's brother biting me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have set myself all those challenges, because my environment at home and work was calm and comforting for such sort of thing, and hence I organised my life accordingly. It seemed to be good timing to push the envelope a bit more and to find out where my limits are. Well, I learned that for sure: They are here and now!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">See, everything was sorted and discussed at home, work was wonderfully boring and then, all of a sudden home and work changed drastically. I feel that I should be three people: A full time entertainment enthusiast, a full time business woman with a drive for a career and the will to work overtime for it, and the Rika who wants to write blogs, do photo shoots and bodybuilding competitions.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Does it always HAVE to be like that? Really? This is going on my nerves.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had occasions like this twice before in my life. I had just braced myself to build something of my own, wanted to become a business woman in my own little company, even had visited courses on bloody boring accountancy - and then we moved to England. The second time round I wanted to become an artist/inventor/craftswoman and make that a business - and I got offered the BT-job that initially scared the hell out of me, so the idea died. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Although I am hoping that I can make the one or the other of my recent activities a business, the whole thing was meant to be a self improvement exercise. I wanted to learn some skills and gain a bit of confidence and most of all, for a change I wanted to practice patience and determination. For a change I wanted to be able to stick with something and not give up like the two times before.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It is so easy to say: 'Oh I moved', 'I got a job', ... and hence I give up. Nope, not this time!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Mr Murphy's brother is testing me big time, though. It could not just be the case that my husband would discover a new life coming June, when the <a href="http://rikas-challenges.blogspot.com/">bodybuilding </a>competition is over, so that I could discover it together with him? No, apparently not, it had to happen last fall, just when I had to pull things together. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Apparently it had to happen last fall as well, that new tasks were offered to me at work. I could have said no, but they were interesting and it is nice to be asked. Others have to beg on her knees for good jobs... Those tasks have now reached a culmination point ... two month before the competition. Hmmm?!?!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">See, each of these people needed to live my life are in me, and I love every single one of them, just not at the same time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, somebody please tell me : This determination thing - where should I focus it on? I feel like burning the candle from both ends at the moment. If I drop one... would I still be determined? Or do I have to pull through all of them to fulfil my initial challenge of self improvement... ah crumbs... let's hope it's just the hormones talking!</div><br />
On that note:<br />
Have a wonderful weekend!Rikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842646186840178331.post-19656136132293551422011-04-05T07:36:00.000+01:002011-04-05T07:36:34.540+01:00A Columnist<h1></h1><div style="text-align: justify;">I started reading a book. Nothing unusual, one might think, but for me it is as I have not been reading in a long time: Too much other stuff to do - like writing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I thought: Then at least read a book about writing! I had started others of this kind before, but they reminded me of school and off they went into the rear end of the book shelf. This one is different. Although <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Writing-Well-Classic-Guide-Nonfiction/dp/141775057X/ref=cm_cr_pr_pb_i" target="_blank">On Writing Well</a> is written by a writer who is a teacher as well. He writes about other writers who do everything the opposite way he does, and is acknowledging those approaches as valid as his own. And that made me think about what kind of writer I might be.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A lot of the things he suggests I am already doing, although not confidently enough. So I feel in good company while learning my skill. But that does not explain what type of writer I am. And then, Monday morning, sorting my little chores for the day, mind floating, it occurred to me that 'I am a columnist'.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yes, I know, I even have written a <a href="http://columnbina.com/" target="_blank">book with my columns</a> in it. That is not what I mean. I am a columnist in my lifestyle as well. I always visualised my life as a scene from a sci-fi adventure movie. There is a huge opening in the ground, bottomless, and for some reason hot and glowing... it seems that I have a vivid imagination, I probably should attempt writing a novel. However! My task in life is to get to the other side of this nothingness.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have observed people building little bits of land right to the cliff edge where they are standing. They do that by learning things which seem sensible at the time. They look for the bit of the cliff edge that suits them best and by staying with the subject and specialising they are building a solid bridge to the other side.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">That's not me!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have been looking for the right part of the cliff several times and my choices turned out to be very crumbly. Then I found an interest and pursued it for a while, building a column in the middle of the vastness. And on I went building column by column, some of them are a bit short, others a bit high. Some I was made building, and they seem to be a bit crumbly, too. Meanwhile I was walking up and down that cliff not getting anywhere, still hoping to find the perfect spot for a bridge. The bridge builders already were far ahead. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And now, in the last phase of my life, I realise that some of the columns stand rather densely, they are starting to become part of a whole. I can jump from one to the next, and from where I am standing I even can see the solid and the crumbly ones. I have options to choose from, while some bridge builders have hit crumbly ground and have to go back. Jumping is still a bigger risk than going steadily, but it is more fun, too!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So no wonder then, that I have become a columnist.</div>Rikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842646186840178331.post-31445244312978582202011-03-31T06:30:00.000+01:002011-03-31T06:30:54.010+01:00Unexpected Appreciation<h1></h1><div style="text-align: justify;">I am not sure if I will get this finished, as I messed up my wrist today while copying and pasting stuff from one form into another. Hence I am typing like a two year old who got hold of an old typewriter: let your hand fall with fingers stretched and hoping for a good random hit. Probably that should be the way to write anyway. I have a hunch, though, that after a while my neck will follow my wrist... oh well, others had greater hardship to bear for their art.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Talking of art: a lot of my thinking still evolves around photo shoots. Together with a new photo shoot proposal I got notice today that the DVD with the pictures of the last one is in the mail, and then another email dropped into my inbox asking for a shoot, too. This lady is in demand and this lady is flabbergasted due to the fact, that in parts she is in demand for reasons which are a bit beyond my understanding. OK, most of the guys like the red hair, the more that it poses a photography challenge - too much light on it and everything in its proximity looks red, too little and it looks dull - I can understand that. And I can understand that my cleavage has advantage points. Although the bosom part of it is rather limited, the muscles seem to make up for it in a good way.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">One of the things I cannot comprehend, though, is that quite some attention is paid to the rear end. Oh, don't smirk... the interesting thing is, that it is not any old rear end, but mine, the very one that caused a myriad of tantrums and hysteric breakdowns which poor hubby had to endure, and it is the one which even got <a href="http://ilp-healthandbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/11/from-strength-to-freedom.html" target="_blank">its very own article</a> ... and not because it is so gorgeously pretty...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The other thing is the pale skin. I thought people were just kind when they used the term 'fair', my dad used to call it 'cheesecake'. In front of the camera this all of sudden becomes a desirable feature, and from the pictures I can tell: It works.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wow!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is a <a href="http://historyofilp.blogspot.com/2010/11/project-rika-photo-therapy.html" target="_blank">photo therapy</a> of a completely different kind. It is therapeutic to watch myself through the eyes of a photographer, and all of a sudden I do not see paleness but reflecting light and contrast. It is an approach to amending the body image which I can only recommend. I find it a wee bit difficult,though, to apply this method to the rear.</div>Rikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842646186840178331.post-75491641270567929572011-03-25T07:37:00.000+00:002011-03-27T10:47:39.619+01:00Getting Shot again!<h1></h1><div style="text-align: justify;">I need more clothes! If I keep doing those photo shoots I definitely need more clothes. The very first <a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/RikaNauck/07MiscBabul#" target="_blank">shoot with Babul</a> saw me in clothes which I am not that keen on anymore. When I started '<a href="http://historyofilp.blogspot.com/p/project-rika.html" target="_blank">Project Rika'</a> I was so disappointed to find out that my colour scheme basically was 'dirty', or 'earthy' how it is called, to give the fact that bright colours are not suitable a positive note. See, that is another confidence thing: These days I don't care a ...!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Of course I would not go into a business meeting of undertakers wearing an outfit that would make their eyes water, although that might even be the right thing to do for various reasons... However, I know all too well that in certain circumstances one has to play with the rules. Want money from a banker? Play their game and wear sophisticated!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">All those years back I really learned my lessons. I know my shapes and I know the colours that go for which occasions. And like in any other subject: Once you've learned your basics you are allowed to push the envelope and start breaking the rules. OK, it really does help that I don't have to win a reputation ... or a good reputation, that is... anymore, hence I actually have places to which to wear all those colourful things I buy; not just for photo shoots.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And now I need more!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It is starting to become a task to determine which outfits to give to which photographer. Well, <a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/RikaNauck/10MiscBabul#" target="_blank">Babul is a glamour guy</a>, that is fairly easy as usually not a lot of clothing is involved. The type of clothing to use in order to not end up in the page 3 department is difficult to find, though. Then there is <a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/RikaNauck/09BBChrisW#">Chris</a>; well, again not a problem. I need to buy a decent posing bikini anyway, which should suit him well for bodybuilding photography. Matt who did the lovely <a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/RikaNauck/Columnbina1Matt#">burlesque/theatre style photos</a> which I used as templates for <a href="http://columnbina.com/" target="_blank">Columnbina </a>already booked the purple corset, asking for everything purple in my book... and Barry is in a '<a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/RikaNauck/11BarryBazCrabtree19thMarch#" target="_blank">moody/dramatic</a>' phase which either asks for black or ... well... again... not a lot.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hmmmm!? Is there a theme developing which goes into a direction of less clothing rather than more...? That could save me a lot of money.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">However, at least I have black stuff now. At the beginnings of my journey, black was a forbidden fruit! Black is the colour of the undecided, the thing that always goes together, and which is not questioned in any situation, not even a summer ball. For quite some years I didn't have a single black item in my wardrobe and only a couple of years back it got introduced again, together with vibrant colours. And this will be today's theme: Everything colourful! I hope Rob will be happy with my choice.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, spring has arrived after all, Easter is approaching. It should fit the bill.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">... and tomorrow I am off to Camden Market - I really need to do a travel blog about it, it is fabulous - and cross fingers I will burn another hole into hubby's back pocket by making the credit card smoke!</div><h1></h1>Rikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842646186840178331.post-21287744333669616822011-03-15T07:49:00.000+00:002011-03-15T07:49:20.161+00:00Give March some Relief<div style="text-align: justify;">It is such a wonderful feeling to be needed and cherrished, isn't it? I however never guessed that the company I work for could not survive without me. If all of a sudden the responsibility for thousands of people is pressing on ones shoulders it becomes a wee bit unbearable... Funnily enough, everybody else is feeling the same; so where is all that work coming from that needs to be done so urgently, as otherwise the company will get into utter disarray?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It is the most hated month of the year: March! End of Financial Year!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Everybody is exhausted from a long winter and everybody is in need of a bit of sunshine and cheerfulness, and then all the nitty-gritty bits about which nobody had cared all year round, need to be done by the 31st. Come 1st April, nobody will care a pound of sugar about it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And now I am wondering if the people from Comic Relief thought: 'Awwww.... look at all those sad workforces, exhausted from a long winter and overworked, let's cheer them up! We should have a Red Nose Day!' It is half a year after Children in Need, and three month after Christmas. They might even be ready to give us their hard earned pennies for the fun we are providing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yeah, right!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">See, my company decided to become a sponsor this year and set itself a target. Now, our managers seem to only know one way to reach targets - they set up score cards, meaning targets are broken down into smaller targets and dumped on the units below, and so on and so on. A standard mum would call that: Delegation! And if done right, none of the initial target will stay with the top level where it started, and all the rest is to be done by the bottom feeders of the system... that is me!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, to be fair I understand that substantial contributions have been made on the top level, accounting for the 'Relief' bit of 'Comic Relief'. People like me are responsible to provide the 'Comic' part of it, which given that we are in the month of March - see above - is the most difficult of all tasks. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Additionally our managers don't seem to be really good in maths, which worries me a bit. See, if one would have a target of let's say 1000 pounds but one has only 500 people in the company, and given that a standard donation might be £1, and even if the managers - which traditionally in a company are fewer people than the work forces, although it sometimes doesn't seem to look like it - even if they would add those 'substancial contributions', and given that there are people who would not donate at all... I think you are catching my drift, and even your 5 year old could do the math and see that one has to stretch to make ends meet.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">What can I say: As usual, I got called into the game quite late to do a bit of fire fighting for a few untied ends, meaning units who didn't show their face yet. I count that as either good for my reputation - 'She is able to pull those things off' - or as bad for my reputation - 'She always has a bit of time around her hands'. Hmmm?!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">However, the important point is that I am late! People already have been donating several times and I am supposed to get into their pockets...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So for next year I have a couple of suggestions: </div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Comic Relief people: Reconsider the date and do it in April. Ever heard of April fools? It even fits the scheme.</li>
<li>Companies: Let the work forces donate just the amounts they wish without making them harass each other, and for a change let your managers make fools out of themselves,...oh...?! </li>
</ul>Rikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842646186840178331.post-45834114093638812902011-03-11T06:25:00.000+00:002011-03-11T06:25:04.812+00:00Still holding my ground!<h1></h1><div style="text-align: justify;">My day job is really trying hard to make me not pursue my personal matters, but I am not giving up just yet. So I am sitting in my car right now, scribbling in my little notebook that is supposed to take my brain snippets from the sewing course.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have to say: Should this happen more often I really have to practice my handwriting. However, today I have to use every minute I can get hold of. So, what is it what I want to tell you...?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nobody has bought my book during the past two days, but the days are getting longer. Not that length of the days would have anything to do with my book sales... just mentioned it as an observation of approaching spring, and in order to be positive. Eventually I am getting to the sewing course, taking place in the middle of nowhere, fairly quickly due to the better sight, to then sit in the parking lot scribbling in notebooks, writing material which later may be used in publications... I am going circles here...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">... like the rather mushy matter in my head. I started off this morning at 5AM to make it in time for dance class at 8. Viennese Waltz... that must have given my brain the first unfortunate spin and then the day moved on to organising an event for Comic Relief which, if done under time pressure and when a thousand other task are awaiting attendance, is not a comical affair at all. In a short while I will be thrown into the world of fashion, threatened by the task of amending a cut pattern... meaning a lot of measuring... that's gonna be interesting. Well, the outcome of it will be, given the messed up interior of my head.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Gotta go dears, the master of scissors and needles is calling!</div><br />
Ta taRikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842646186840178331.post-43631789438760816312011-03-10T05:57:00.001+00:002011-03-10T06:00:00.508+00:00Still a Confidence Thing<h1></h1><div style="text-align: justify;">I thought <a href="http://columnbina.com/" target="_blank">publishing a book</a> would be hard! Now I have to realise that taking the criticism for it is even harder. I realise that I am becoming utterly defensive... defensive is not good, defensive the way I feel it is the opposite of confident, defensive is counter productive.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, let's look at the facts! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The book is completely self published,</div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>it never saw a native speaker editing it, and hence it probably has as many mistakes as it has words. </li>
<li>it never saw a native speaker editing it, and hence it completely reflects the way I think, act and talk.</li>
</ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In mathematical terms this would mean that my thinking, acting, and talking is rather awkward. Hmm?! True!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Language wise this reflects in a persistent misuse of prepositions, mixing up tenses, and mixing up the phrase structure. I am sure that somewhere somebody has a collection of phrases in which I turned a serious matter into something utterly ridiculous by messing with the English language.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Does it matter? I don't think it does! At least not in this case.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I do admire people like Victoria Coren or Stephen Fry. Oh, the wit that comes from the precision with which words and grammar are used. I have to admit: I never will get to that quality. At least not in my lifetime. I only could achieve their standards by using an editor. But would this be the right choice, I wonder?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">If I were to write a novel, in which the story line has to be crisp, the characters solid, their language precise according to the role they play... or if it were a documentary, aiming to be as depictive and focused as possible, then yes, surely.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My book is neither of those. I needed about two years to be able to classify it. I eventually came across a writer/lecturer who, in one of his articles, elaborated on what makes a good memoir. And then I knew, that's what it is. Every story is a momento, a recollection I wanted to keep safe, or a thought that I have been shifting through my little grey cells over and over again. Some of the stories, although it may not seem so, were born out of hard labour. I would have had to pay a shrink a lot of money for the same outcome. So I am asking: How would I ever be able to let an editor touch those stories? This person who would not know anything about my life, might rightly so ask me what I thought, and what I wanted to express, in order to find me a better phrase... to be honest... I wouldn't know the answer!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once I had written about it, the problem was gone, I eventually could move on, I had gained another bit of freedom. I guess, that I am just am not willing to look back. Now that I have learned, through those very stories, how to keep my outlook forward, nothing will make me go back just for that little bit of compliance towards the English language. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So the question for me is not how to create the perfectly phrased book, but whether or not people understand what I am saying. An English colleague read the teaser and his instant response was: Oh, that's sweet! I can hear you talk when I read this. And when I explained my dilemma he responded: 'I do understand it perfectly fine!'</div><br />
What else would I want to wish for?Rikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842646186840178331.post-79306287235343292642011-02-23T07:42:00.000+00:002011-02-23T07:42:03.218+00:00An inspirational woman<h1></h1><div style="text-align: justify;">I have this piece of writing sitting around as a draft since a while, and after having elaborated on my opinion in regard to beauty yesterday, it feels just right to finish it now. I saw this woman for the first time in a drawing. A painter who I adore had used her as a model. I was so fascinated by the face that I investigated further, found her name and then Google exploded: Just try <a href="http://www.google.co.uk/images?q=Carmen+Dell%27Orefice&oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-GB:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&ie=UTF-8&source=og&sa=N&hl=en&tab=wi&biw=1385&bih=854" target="_blank">Carmen Dell'Orefice</a> and google for images.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Why her? There are so many others who changed how we see the world, like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother_Teresa" target="_blank">Mother Teresa</a>, <a href="http://www.janegoodall.org/jane-goodall" target="_blank">Jane Goodall</a> or <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dian_Fossey" target="_blank">Dian Fossey</a>. I do admire them, I do get inspired by them, but I feel so small compared to what they have achieved. Never will I be able to reach their potential.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, what is so different about this woman who is just a model, the most vivid depiction of superficial?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carmen_Dell%27Orefice" target="_blank">She is still there at age 79</a>. She is making her living in a job where age matters, and she still is a supermodel. It shows that beauty is not just an outer layer. Grace is a word often used in context with her name. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">See, at almost 50 I am starting to ask myself if I will still be able to achieve what I want. I have so many ideas and wishes and most of them rank around performances and creative stuff. However vain this may sound, I am longing for a bit of publicity, I'd like to cause a bit of a stir here and there. I didn't choose that as my life's dream from a shop shelf. It came to me quite naturally, and as things are now as they are, it would be quite useful to have a body in good working order with a certain appeal to go with it. And occasionally it feels like running out of time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">You may wonder why on earth I am aspiring to doing all this now, and not some decades ago when age wouldn't have been an issue. Well, interests change:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I will never forget when my mum asked me at age 10 or 12 if I would like to have a subscription of a fashion magazine as one of those traders were at our doorstep. She meant so well and I declined; I feel bad about it now. Money was short at our house and this offer was of an extraordinary treat. I even remember what I did when she asked. It was a searing hot summer and I was weeding the roses in our garden. I guess that I remember so well, shows how touched I was by this gesture, but I was so little into fashion that I declined nevertheless. And today I would kill for becoming a model or being able to design my own fashion... Will I be able to still achieve it?... Of course I will... If I really want to, I will! And this woman shows me that there doesn't have to be an age limit for any business!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And although she is very beautiful, and always was, this is not what makes her success. It is her charisma and her style which make her later pictures even much more powerful than the younger ones, and which have been radiating even from the painting I saw. It is confidence that wins the game for her, and this is not something one has, or has not. It can be gained! It is the confidence that inspires. Well, probably that is what I am actually after: If I could inspire only one person to achieve something they never thought possible... That would be a legacy, wouldn't it? And the age thing? Well, if we could take age out of the equation, then we would gain time. This woman shows that one is never too old to do anything. Only the sky is the limit!</div>Rikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842646186840178331.post-39524551416754645052011-02-22T08:29:00.000+00:002011-02-22T08:29:00.331+00:00How important is Beauty?<div style="text-align: justify;">A new TV show called <a href="http://www.channel4.com/programmes/beauty-the-beast-ugly-face-of-prejudice/4od" target="_blank">Beauty & The Beast</a> triggered a thought: How important is beauty to me?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The show pairs a pretty person from an industry promoting beauty with a person who is rather seriously deformed, either by genetic disorder or accident, to see how they discuss the matter. The show is actually quite well made and I was wondering how prejudiced I am.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I imagined myself in an interview and being asked this question: How important is beauty to you?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And here is my, as usual, elaborate answer:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Beauty is important! It is important because that is how society works. And it does work like this in all cultures. The beauty signals may be different, but they nevertheless are there. Beauty opens doors!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Beauty alone however does not work. A beautiful face combined with a nasty personality is usually quickly uncovered as a nasty personality... the beauty aspect vanishes. On the other hand, a friendly person who is lacking beauty, but has style and panache, and who is doing the best out of what is there, will eventually get the doors to open as well, and they will stay open.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hence it seems that for a person it is more important to not just focus on beauty as the most obvious and visible asset, but to get to know ones assets altogether. True to the motto: Know your assets and use them to your best advantage.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Additionally it is important to be aware that assets have varying shelf lives. There are the ones which one is likely to keep, like smartness. Only in severe accidents or illnesses one might lose it and then one has problems of an altogether different kind.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There are the ones, like money, of which one should know how they got acquired, how they can be lost, and how they can be regained if one would wish to do so.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And then there are the ones one will lose for sure, like beauty. Age will kill it, and although age bears a particular beauty in itself, it is not of the kind that opens doors. There are no two ways about it, that there will be a time in life when cuteness will have left, and one might want to aspire having it replaced by something more durable by then. Trying to preserve it in desperation quite likely will lead to being a tragic figure... the examples in the media are plentiful.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So yes, beauty is important and if one has it, one should use it as long as it lasts. It however is as important to bank on other assets as well. The ones, who don't have beauty, will have to build those assets a bit earlier in life, which might actually give them an advantage over the formerly beautiful faces later in life. </div><br />
Life is not fair? Well, sometimes it is!Rikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842646186840178331.post-47963515092094619812011-02-21T08:19:00.000+00:002011-02-21T08:19:03.410+00:00I learned something...... yes, I think I did!<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">See, there are those people out there, who seems to get everything done, they dance through life, everything seems to be so effortless, and success always falls into their lap. How do they do that?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The other day I got a glimpse of it: I had put some iron into the fire from which the prospect developped to do some things I always wanted to do,and then they all happened at the same time. Typical: For once I don't have to work hard to find the opportunities, and then everything is cramped into just a few month. And for once I didn't use this as an excuse to not get started and jumped on the chances provided.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then panic kicked in: Deadline for book approaching much faster than expected, sewing course turning out to be so interesting that one wouldn't want to miss a stitch and starting to do homework, while book illustrations were screaming for attention; dance class taking up twice the number of hours due to actually not being to bad at it and wanting to stay ahead of the game, while... see above... and then the all demanding training for the bodybuilding competition, for which I still don't have a clue how to pose, let alone doing a one minute posing routine to music, plus getting pricked for vaccinations ever so often as the icing of the cake will be a trip to Sumatra.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">All very nice things to have ahaed, but there was an entire decade of nothing really substantial happening... well, we bought the house back then, that was exciting, but after I decided to become a secretary life became somewhat was less thrilling. And now all those things are happening, bearing the prospect of even more excitement in the future, given that this phase would be completed successfully.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, I decided to get a cold. Feeling rather under the weather I dragged myself to dance class, hoping that hubbys strong shoulders would compensate for my weak legs. And then the amazing thing happened: One of the biggest of my problems got solved!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the attempt of getting a rest I started chatting with the trainer, mentioned the upcoming competition and my dilema with the choreography and there it was: One of her team had done that before. He choreographed a routine for a bodybuilder about three years ago. Being utterly thrilled about this door opening in front of me, I didn't ask if she won, though! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">However, sometimes it's worthwhile to stop bothering and just let things flow. Successful people seem to just trust that things will happen if they are worthwhile to happen, they put loads of irons into the fire and when one is ready to be hit by the hammer, then they go for it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We will know in a 3 month time, whether or not I will be blessed by success ... but who knows? We might not know until much later,even. Whatever the outcome, I will have met new people, and they will know me. I will have new aliances in <a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/knitting-21st-century-style.html" target="_blank">this networking game</a>, as will they. Even in case of a failure I might win in the end, as this experience might be just a little piece in a much bigger puzzle which I don't even know yet that I am playing it!</div>Rikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842646186840178331.post-60036346446135558392011-02-02T06:13:00.003+00:002011-02-02T06:15:41.772+00:00Politeness backfiring<h1></h1><div style="text-align: justify;">Why can politeness be so annoying at times? I always thought politeness is a set of rules to make social life easier. One knows how to greet, how to farewell, to talk, to walk, to eat, without offending others. Right? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nope, actually!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The key word is 'social life'; enter a different society and completely other things are considered to be polite. Hence looking from a different angle, then this implies that those rules of politeness discriminate against individuals who behave differently.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Due to my recent Bodybuilding challenge I have entered this sensitive territory of 'food stuffs'. I have to very carefully monitor what I eat and when I eat it. So for example I do go to restaurants which have a variety of different food and if I have a days notice, as I then can plan for it. If I am invited to pizza I will join the party for the social aspect, but not eat, as every single ingredient in a pizza is off limits for me. I am entirely happy with it as I am not missing anything. I do not feel like being on a diet, as I am eating balanced and would actually love to eat like this for good. There is just that tiny little hiccup: I am not the norm.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Politeness dictates that the host has to offer food; it dictates as well that the guest has to take it!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In not eating I am breaking this rule and an explanation is requested. This is fair enough, I started the game and I am willing to do my bit to remedy the situation.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This however is where my ranting actually begins: In my experience I not only have to provide an explanation, I have to take the mickey out of myself, I have to put on a show to entertain everybody with my ridiculous ideas, I have to be prepared to go through questioning similar to inquisition, and even after I have done all that, food and drink is offered to me in regular intervals so that I have to feel ridiculed over and over again.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">If I would not eat for religious reasons, none of that would happen. One does not touch religion, does one? The politeness rule 'do not offend or tease religious people' trumps over the rule 'one must offer food'. Some years ago vegetarians or vegans had similar problems. Since this type of diet became fashionable and has created it's own society the rules have changed. Unfortunately there is no trump rule for people on a personal challenge. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The interesting thing is that generally I am getting admired for setting myself a task, people are claiming to support me, but as soon as I am touching social convention all this is forgotten. I would like people to understand that politeness is a good thing, but that it has the power to discriminate if not used sensibly. The polite thing would be, to break the rules!</div>Rikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842646186840178331.post-70394347797334526242011-01-21T07:11:00.000+00:002011-01-21T07:11:59.310+00:00Beliefs<h1></h1>Am I religious?<br />
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NO! I am certainly not!<br />
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I worked hard to not be. There however is this question that keeps cropping up:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">What will I leave behind?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It may be vanity that I want to leave a legacy, and not just a material one. There are however so many things which people do, indicating that they feel the same. And that keeps me wondering if firstly, that might be a rather natural thing to wish for and secondly, if that is not basically the main thing about religion? And what is religion, faith, belief, anyway? And why are there so many words for basically the same thing? Do people want to destinct themselves, like spiritual belief is religious, political belief is not, a leap of faith can be anything...?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Those are concepts much too big for my little brain. Philosophers have been fighting about those since man came into existance and started thinking. And yes: I said 'fighting'! Haven't so many wars started with: If we don't defend what we have - estate, culture, beliefs - how can we then leave something behind, where is our legacy? We all want to be referred to as 'our ancesters' by future generations.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So by thinking about my legacy, I may have committed to some sort of belief system. And be it my own... which might, would it be joined by enough other like minded souls, well be a religion... Maybe it's as easy as that!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And what do I belive in? Similarities, understanding, <a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/01/understanding-common-sense.html" target="_blank">common sense</a>, that sharing can provide 'the whole' for everybody rather than dividing into parts. And in regard to the legacy thing? I believe in the atoms and molecules I am built of. The thought that I will be rotting away one day and that a tree might find me utterly nutritious is rather reassuring. It means that the world will go round without me in it. And if before that happens my corpse should be found worthy enough to take bits and pieces from it to benefit somebody else, it would make me proud. Well, it would if I were there, but you know what I mean...</div><br />
The 'me' I am looking at in the mirror every morning is nothing but borrowed molecules from nature:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Let's use it as efficiently as possible,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Let's keep it in good working order, and </div><div style="text-align: center;">Let's join the <a href="http://www.organdonation.nhs.uk/ukt/default.jsp" target="_blank">Organ Donor Register</a><br />
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I did! </div><br />
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<a name='more'></a>Rikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842646186840178331.post-28277359381823768882011-01-06T07:16:00.000+00:002011-01-06T07:16:50.926+00:00Boycotting Sugar<a name='more'></a><br />
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I am giving up sugar - again!<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">I am definitely not a creature of routine. However well I feel with a certain lifestyle, I just like to get tempted into treating myself. This treat always is a short lived pleasure, and in regard to sugar, it always makes me addicted. So I am back to <a href="http://ilp-food.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-sugar-experiment.html" target="_blank">The Big Sugar Experiment</a>, the 3rd or 4th time or so, since I invented it. But does it matter that I fail once in a while?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Not really, I am telling myself. Well, I do age a bit more every time and it gets more and more difficult to keep the sagging pouches around the chin, knees and belly at check, but when having reached the limit in grumpy sluggishness, the sugar experiment is my trusty friend that never fails to bring me back to life within a week. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I now have included white bread as well. I am baking my own bread from rye and spelt, but if I don't have it available I am resorting to other dark wholemeal breads rather then the yummy cheese rolls. Firstly, I found that white flour has a similar impact like sugar... might there be sugar in it? Secondly, I am eating it greedily and fast and hence too much of it before I realise that I actually have overeaten, and it doesn't bring me far through the day; I am getting hungry so quickly again usually followed by a graving for sweets. So for now I am sticking with the old rough bread.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, I am in a position to report success already! After just a few days I do look and feel leaner, although there is no change on the scale or the ring above the hips that can be pinched between fingers. It just so feels as if everything that got a bit deranged within that belly-blob now has found it's way back into the proper position. Yay!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A nice side effect is that at one point the one or the other pound will come off as well, and not just because of saving calories, but because the lethargy has gone, and one voluntarily moves about more. <a href="http://incredible-ladies.blogspot.com/2010/02/three-cheers-to-usg.html" target="_blank">USG </a>- Here I come!</div>Rikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842646186840178331.post-2522366183257416222011-01-04T07:19:00.000+00:002011-01-04T07:19:57.290+00:00Back to normal<a name='more'></a><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">I don't think it is coincidence that a lot of the '<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grumpy_Old_Women" target="_blank">Grumpy Old...</a>' series are broadcast during the Christmas break. Although it is rather nice to meet some people and to have the one or the other party, I think it's the word 'break' or 'holiday' that is deceiving. Those days never feel like holidays for me because the weather is bad and I feel trapped inside the house, hence all the plans to get stuff done within the house, which usually doesn't work out either.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This time it was a migraine stealing the last few precious days away. You know how grumpy I get when I can't write, but looking at a computer screen was not an option, and house work wasn't either. All that moving about and bending head over to sort things into cupboards and shelves... not good!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I was hanging in front of the telly listening to a range of Agatha Christie crimes which I already knew. Thank God for bad TV programs on that occasion, as this gave me the opportunity to keep my eyes closed and still being able to follow. It however gave me the opportunity to listen to all the adverts as well, and I remembered that I had come across a certain phenomenon before: <a href="http://ilp-healthandbeauty.blogspot.com/2011/01/seasonal-nuisances.html" target="_blank">Weight loss adverts! </a>They always crop up after new year tapping into the 'New Year resolution' mood of people trying to make a quick buck.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Despite my mushy brain I couldn't help but notice a change though, the trend goes towards even less responsibility needed from the buyer, plus a more long term dependency on the product. Whereas three years ago the adverts focused on devices which supposedly help you measure and control your body weight, like body fat scales, they now are entirely replaced by organisations telling you exactly what to eat. Weight Watchers & Co are BIG, I'm telling you. I admit their stuff is practical as there are tons of lists and rules readily available, and with help of computers it is easy to find the information needed. I am just wondering if the amount of money is worth it, given that one could have it for free. I talked to my niece who at age 20 entered WW and who liked it... the lazy girl. She told me that all you have to do is to stick to the number of points you are allowed to eat per day and follow the rules on how to combine foods the right way. Interestingly enough the number of points is 20, while the number of calories an average woman can eat is 2000. Did the WW people just divide those by 100 and expensively sell that as a new scheme, I wonder?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, I have to go into my kitchen, weigh the recipes I cook and divide by the number of portions I just created, in order to know how much each dish will set me back. That is a one off process which I do for my favourite recipes and which probably cost me an additional 20 minutes. WW already did that for their customers, which is handy but takes the learning out of their brains and hence the responsibility off their shoulders. A business concept only works if customers are kept dependant on the product, right? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And now the next level is reached: Get your diet food delivered to the house. There is one company pushing this idea into every UK household via telly ads, but when I googled 'diet food delivery service' Google almost exploded. Wow! I am in the wrong business. I was still stuck in the times of 'Meals on Wheels' for elderly people who had enough money to afford those soggy potatoes with instant sauce drenched mince meat.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Actually, the dishes in the adverts don't look any better, although the one or the other slice of alibi carrot is sprinkled in. Who in their right mind would actually believe that something cooked in an industrial kitchen, driven around from house to house until eventually your portion gets to your door step, and that then is to be re-heated could be of the same quality that you would cook fresh at home?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh my, nothing has changed, has it? So things are truly back to normal then. Happy New Year!</div>Rikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746noreply@blogger.com1