On New Year's Day I was hiking in Marin County (near Fairfax, off Bolinas Road) and picked up some nuts that looked like chestnuts. They were bitter to taste, so I brought them home and baked them in the oven for a while. Now they have a more mellow taste, though I am still finding them somewhat bitter. Seems like there is lots of natural oils in these nuts. I did a little research before I began chewing (just to make sure I wouldn't poison myself). I found a wikipedia entry but not much else. I thought they were Japanese chestnuts. Then I asked a friend and he said they are california buckeye, a seed that is considered poisonous. Wooops!
Next time, I'll try to leach them first, like the Indians did, to remove the toxins.
Sunday, January 03, 2010
Regret
Regret,
The feeling you have missed a chance, why did you, if you only had ...
the consequence of a real event? just a current malaise? maybe, a former one?
The mind a flytrap, no matter how hard you shake it,
unable to shake an uncomfortable thought.
Losing sleep, restless, looking to escape
For a moment, escape, a sudden realization
on a sunny day, the clouds, lifted.
There is clarity, fleeting,
then, later, much later,
The heaviness of doubt, questions, return.
The feeling you have missed a chance, why did you, if you only had ...
the consequence of a real event? just a current malaise? maybe, a former one?
The mind a flytrap, no matter how hard you shake it,
unable to shake an uncomfortable thought.
Losing sleep, restless, looking to escape
For a moment, escape, a sudden realization
on a sunny day, the clouds, lifted.
There is clarity, fleeting,
then, later, much later,
The heaviness of doubt, questions, return.
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