Mmmmmm + eat
coincidence? I think not .....
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
An Excerpt:
[A boy and a girl sitting in his room. It's small, so they're on the bed. He's lying down on his side facing her and she's propped up against the wall. They're not touching. He's staring intently at her and she's staring off into the distance. She looks like she's been crying.]
Emily: I wonder when it stops hurting?
Jared: [uncomfortable] well, he's in a better place now ...
[they're both silent for a few moments]
Emily: Did you ever read Brave New World, by Huxley?
Jared: Uh, I think I did, in High School.
Emily: Well, you remember that part in the novel where there's this girl and she's making little space worker babies in test tubes.
Jared: Not really
Emily: Well, she is. She's making these little space worker babies and innoculating them against this space sickness and she get's distracted and then can't remember if she's put the solution into this one test tube or not. [keeps talking over Jared]
Jared: okaaaay
Emily: and so she gives it a double dose and moves on and forgets about it, but the book fastforwards a few years to where this space guy falls dead suddenly, because of the double dose.
Jared: [confused] That's sad i guess, i don't really understand ...
Emily: [upset] Well, how do you know that's not what your god is like!? Instead of this all powerful being, what if he's this halfway competent technician who couldn't give a fuck about the animals he's creating and is distracted all day by thoughts of getting laid and how good the beer after work is going to taste?
Jared: uhhh
Emily: [crying] i mean look at how fucked up everyone and the world is, doesn't that make more sense?
[Jared moves over to her and puts him arm around her. He looks uncomfortable and she doesn't seem to notice]
Jared: [decisively, after a pause] I think you should believe in God.
Emily: [confused] What? What does that have to do with anything?
Jared: Well, I know you're on the fence about God, whether he exists or not or whether he's smart or not or cares and everything. But if you believe in God, like really, then you'll always have someone to blame.
{To be continued ......}
[A boy and a girl sitting in his room. It's small, so they're on the bed. He's lying down on his side facing her and she's propped up against the wall. They're not touching. He's staring intently at her and she's staring off into the distance. She looks like she's been crying.]
Emily: I wonder when it stops hurting?
Jared: [uncomfortable] well, he's in a better place now ...
[they're both silent for a few moments]
Emily: Did you ever read Brave New World, by Huxley?
Jared: Uh, I think I did, in High School.
Emily: Well, you remember that part in the novel where there's this girl and she's making little space worker babies in test tubes.
Jared: Not really
Emily: Well, she is. She's making these little space worker babies and innoculating them against this space sickness and she get's distracted and then can't remember if she's put the solution into this one test tube or not. [keeps talking over Jared]
Jared: okaaaay
Emily: and so she gives it a double dose and moves on and forgets about it, but the book fastforwards a few years to where this space guy falls dead suddenly, because of the double dose.
Jared: [confused] That's sad i guess, i don't really understand ...
Emily: [upset] Well, how do you know that's not what your god is like!? Instead of this all powerful being, what if he's this halfway competent technician who couldn't give a fuck about the animals he's creating and is distracted all day by thoughts of getting laid and how good the beer after work is going to taste?
Jared: uhhh
Emily: [crying] i mean look at how fucked up everyone and the world is, doesn't that make more sense?
[Jared moves over to her and puts him arm around her. He looks uncomfortable and she doesn't seem to notice]
Jared: [decisively, after a pause] I think you should believe in God.
Emily: [confused] What? What does that have to do with anything?
Jared: Well, I know you're on the fence about God, whether he exists or not or whether he's smart or not or cares and everything. But if you believe in God, like really, then you'll always have someone to blame.
{To be continued ......}
Friday, June 26, 2009
Definition: Adventure
Adventure: having fun trying to do something you are not sure you are capable of doing
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Summer time and Strawberries
I bought a two pound box of strawberries for $2.00 yesterday. It was a fantastic deal. They were the typical store bought strawberries. Genetically engineered, it took at least two bites to finish each and the red stopped just underneath the green leaves on top. Most of them had the one or two camel hump thing going as well. Except for this one berry. This one cute little berry that was such a freak because it was so normal looking.
Growing up we had strawberry bushes growing in sporadic clumps in our back yard. They’d be hiding under a random bird of paradise, tucked away behind a rose bush, surrounding one of the fruit trees in the orchard. I’m not even sure if anyone had really planted them there on purpose or if they just were.
They didn’t bloom often, or much, and the berries they produced were tiny little things that were a deep red all the way through. Often bugs would tunnel through before we had a chance to harvest them. But, every once in a while, our diligence would pay off and we would be lucky enough to find one untouched.
They tasted like summer time.
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