BREAKFAST DURING ZAPPADAN is special at our home, because we have these. “These” are fantasy muffins; muffins made from pure imagination. Imaginary muffins, each adorned with a lovely, tiny green rosetta— a small, seemingly insignificant detail, which, I tell you truly, make the muffin better.
Honestly? Appliantologists f’n freak me out. But if they want to celebrate life, more power to them.
Lift Your Spirit IN THESE TIMES you cannot afford to meet the shock of life with emotion; you cannot hate, you cannot fear. The evil that you see has always been here; the ignorance is not for you to judge, nor should you respond to it even in the sense of so-called righteous indignation. We have tried to teach you …
From my deck, I look out over the ridge of Red Gulch, a little hogback belonging to the Lyons formation, a sturdy sedimentary ridge layed down more than three hundred million years ago. It is part of a living geological textbook, written on a grandiose scale of time and place. The molecules of dust we occasionally wipe off our furniture was once alive.
“‘Human animal’ hybrid freaks.” That’s just toooo rich …the irony nearly crushes my hybrid duckbill.
“He who does not know for what purpose the world exists, does not know who he is, nor what the world is.” As observations go, that one is still completely kicking our asses.
Are we “One” yet? Click and see. Friend Quaker Dave writes, “We have become what it is we claim to fear.” Rather: We have always been and still are what we claim we hate. And that is a people that continue to justify the torture and murder of other human beings in the name of— whatever. If America really is …
