alice in the kitchen: "what the world itself cannot contain"
Perfecting the ramen in the kitchen of the mensically hot is one in ten top tasks to accomplish by the time fireworks go off in China. First, add cubes of tofu, flavored or not, then chopped fresh mushrooms, big pieces, a generous forkful of minced garlic (or boulders of raw garlic to burn and permeate), a scattering of cumin, a pinch of curry, and chili powder to your personal handling of hot things. Always minimize the use of ramen flavoring in honor of your progeny. Add something green, something chunked and red. Task accomplished. And then move on to salsa and piñatas, ambrosiac marinade, the hearse and the final book.
Coffee must be both delayed by half a day and minimized so that the stomach lining may still be used as a tablecloth at picnics. Orgasmic sneezes are required beading. It’s true. And then it rains.
Four-inch waves hardly seem worth mentioning, she wrote. And then she remembered about chiggers and whispers.
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It is madness to harass the mind, as some have done, with attempts to measure the world, and to publish these attempts; or, like others, to argue from what they have made out, that there are innumerable other worlds, and that we must believe there to be so many other natures, or that, if only one nature produced the whole, there will be so many suns and so many moons, and that each of them will have immense trains of other heavenly bodies. As if the same question would not recur at every step of our inquiry, anxious as we must be to arrive at some termination; or, as if this infinity, which we ascribe to nature, the former of all things, cannot be more easily comprehended by one single formation, [p. 1016] especially when that is so extensive. It is madness, perfect madness, to go out of this world and to search for what is beyond it, as if one who is ignorant of his own dimensions could ascertain the measure of any thing else, or as if the human mind could see what the world itself cannot contain. --as read in Pliny the Elder, The Natural History (eds. John Bostock, M.D., F.R.S., H.T. Riley, Esq., B.A.)
Coffee must be both delayed by half a day and minimized so that the stomach lining may still be used as a tablecloth at picnics. Orgasmic sneezes are required beading. It’s true. And then it rains.
Four-inch waves hardly seem worth mentioning, she wrote. And then she remembered about chiggers and whispers.
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It is madness to harass the mind, as some have done, with attempts to measure the world, and to publish these attempts; or, like others, to argue from what they have made out, that there are innumerable other worlds, and that we must believe there to be so many other natures, or that, if only one nature produced the whole, there will be so many suns and so many moons, and that each of them will have immense trains of other heavenly bodies. As if the same question would not recur at every step of our inquiry, anxious as we must be to arrive at some termination; or, as if this infinity, which we ascribe to nature, the former of all things, cannot be more easily comprehended by one single formation, [p. 1016] especially when that is so extensive. It is madness, perfect madness, to go out of this world and to search for what is beyond it, as if one who is ignorant of his own dimensions could ascertain the measure of any thing else, or as if the human mind could see what the world itself cannot contain. --as read in Pliny the Elder, The Natural History (eds. John Bostock, M.D., F.R.S., H.T. Riley, Esq., B.A.)
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Nothing must be called mad. That is why we cook--to straddle occasional uprisings of dubiety and bolts of alien lightning. The leftovers go into tupperware with no lids.
1 Comments:
I think it's madness that Pliny the Elder, or as I shall call him, P-Dawg, is so averse to periods! P-Dawg's argument makes sense I suppose, though I still like to ponder the vast possibilities of the universe even if I don't yet know where exactly I fit in NJ.
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