Yesterday I had a great hamburger- perfectly cooked (by someone else), on a soft floury bun, with a wonderfully fresh and crisp dark, green lettuce leaf and slathered in pesto mayonnaise. It was a joy to behold and consume.
Consume is a word I dislike. It means to waste and not just to eat or drink and I would have preferred you to have said that the fat fest, despite the lettuce veil, was a joy to behold and to get the masticating tackle wrapped around and the salivating taste buds twinkling and then we could have avoided having to think about the word through to the end which is why polite society in the 19th century never discussed food or eating.
Eating this particular hamburger was indeed a 'fat fest'- which is something I find a wonderful indulgence on occasion. Messy little drops of glistening grease adorned the plate by the time I was finished.
Finished products of schools of manners and deportment for English maidens of the better sort are often to be seen displaying their superiority and dignity. But throw a few double gins into them and all that academic effort is set at naught as if by magic.
Magic isn't necessary to help young women throw off the effects of that type of sausage mill. Alcohol is a good tool for the job if intelligently used.
Used by many, alcohol would seem to render magical effects on certain personalities. Actually, it's more a matter of chemistry and physiology - specific stimulus interacting with receptors in each individual brain - producing interesting results -same with love and religion (so I've heard) .
Religion has been found by scientists to have been hardwired into our brains by evolution and atheists shown to be deliberately engaging in effortful work against their natural cognitive dispositions. For a fuller explanation see my last post on wande's Intelligent Design thread which is from the Sunday Times.
Incompetence and avarice sink into oblivion when I read in today's paper that Qantas CEO was given a golden handshake of $11 million. It makes my blood boil to know this individual worked only 5 months and sacked hundreds of people.
Use of water is very restricted in my State. Hand watering the garden is only permitted for half an hour each week, the result of politicians neglecting our infrastructure for years.
For the Term of his Natural Life was a book that gave me an insight into Aus. history as well as sadism and the misuse of power. That was pretty good value for money.
Money: The Autobiography of a Pinched Penny would make a great Sundance Film Festival baity/independent film. The protagonist's name would be Penny, a modern day hobo, traveling from city to city trying to grift lonely and bored wives from their money via the oldest trick in the book: sex.
