Well it's shaping up to be a beefy week. Had the Kiaw Tieu Wua (beef noodles) for lunch yesterday. At dinner Chicken said she was bored of chicken. What exactly does that mean? Bored of cooking it? She rarely eats what I eat. I can't explain it any more than I can explain her boredom. But there it is. And arguing with Chicken makes about as much sense as arguing with a chicken. You will likely win, eventually, but why? That which is is what it is. If I want to cook I set the menu. But the components I cook with are expensive and the tuu yen (cupboard cold... er... fridge) is small. Not to mention that Chicken's devotion to 'take care' is pretty obscene by Western standards. Are you familiar with Hermetic philosophy? The concept of polarity is at work here. Her taking care is rewarding, I guess, but more germaine to my beefy week is the power of service. She cooks, she's bored of chicken, I eat kang keauwan (green curry), you guessed it, wua.
Now today I cook. But the burger's older than the tuna. What can be done?
What does it mean? Well, of course, tangents. Should I be a cow in my next life? I laugh at such notions of reincarnation, maybe you know. If I die in the wilderness I'll be fortunate enough to return immediately as a squirming horde of maggots. If the end is in a more civilized venue I'll be released as heat energy, but the ashes... good compost or no? Merkin cows are omnivores whether that's a good idea or not. Cows here seem to work as designed, pretty pure herbivores. But maybe they could be fooled into consuming me. Or I can at least fertilize the grass, get there in two steps. Being a cow is a laugh. Two points. There is no atman distinct from our corporeal existence. If you believe otherwise you have somehow been confused, sorry. Point two... our very corporeal existence is inconstant, the slowest regeneration occurs in the bones and that's rarely more than a year. Immortal soul? GROW UP!
Sorry, the rant belongs on blogster. But done some time there already today. Can you expect this volume to continue? Probably not. Will that be the source of some consternation or the cause of some elation? Sometimes we just gotta quoth ourselves, je m'excuse.
What you really want to know is that we went to Dave's birthday party. Which turned out not to be at Mek and his home. And turned out not to be a party. But he did buy me a beer. I gave him a rather sooay (beautiful) Oris replica. And George happened by. How the hell did I forget George's name? What's my Dad's name? Ayuh, not joking when I gestured an inch savant a yard idiot I.
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