Monday, November 26, 2007

Allergy Pills

Any person who knows how allergy turns bodily alarms, sirens, fires, to a state of emergency, muting anything else. Any person who knows that, and who tried visiting an immunologist must know that often there's no permanent cure. There are pills that help relief the symptoms.



Yet, there seems to be another kind of people who know about allergies- besides the sufferers and the doctors. People who sell allergy pills in the United States. People who know how desperate sufferers of allergy can be so they play the scarcity game. What else would explain how many frequently needed allergy medications sell limited pills in the single box, and for a very high price?!



Saturday, November 17, 2007

While Passion Awakens and Dies

I love cooking. Sometimes, the urge to cook comes to me as a set of smells, flavors, and colors. A complex equation which I have to sort out while opening the freezer, fridge and cupboards. It comes to me in a rush, like the call of an innate voice.

Baking is okey. It is unpredictable. When cooking, I can understand, feel, and help the ingredients "get there". I can't bake intuitively. I have to follow a recipe, feeling both frustrated and anxious to be blinkered with such restraints. As rewarding as it can be, baking can be very very disappointing.

Bread making, is my jinx. And the microwave is my unannounced enemy, failing to satisfy me even with tasks as simple as heating lef overs.

With that said, there are those days when I don't love cooking, nor like baking; when I am not jinxed by bread making, nor failed by the microwave. The line of passion becomes horizontal. In those days fast food chains and fancy dining all sound the same and evoke no senses. It makes no sense that people -myself included- can waste their time making hot sticky stuff that are to be gulped down in minutes. Those days are not necessarily sad ones, but they reveal to me how our passion with life can fluctuate as such.

I begin to question: in the absence of obvious reasons what triggers our ups, our downs, and what tunes out the curves making us walk a nutral line?

I also begin to wonder if wisdom (ageless wisom, passed down generation after another, passed around a country to another) if it does not stand as an assurance to members of the orechestra that they are all still working together in the same piece.

Is wisdom our assurance that we are living the very same life?

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Takes One to Know One

“Beware of this Christian group which coats poison with sugar.” was a warning sent by a Saudi student to all Portlander Saudi’s as a response to an earlier email that announced a trip to Seattle organized by FOCUS. She quoted a professor who is an active Islamist in Portland and included the group’s website address.

As unsurprising as it was, the email saddened me. Focus did present itself as a faith based group since orientation day at PSU. It also distributed pamphlets about its message, and web address. It is not cooking up an evil potion in the dark.

Even still, some active Islamist would condemn a Christian group for what they themselves do: social activism, and the presentation of good example in the hope of influencing others to join the Islamic faith.

I am losing track here.

Since when did the betterment of society become a sugar coat and not a dynamic? And is a religion that encourages social activism ever a poison? When will this hypocrisy stop, if we do “it” we are good, if others do “it” they are manipulative and bad?