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Winter: 3 Mulk (February 9) TREASURE OF THE DAY In selecting a husband, you should not be guided by silvery appearances as you would in buying a mackerel, nor by the golden tint as you would in buying a salmon. Do not go to the market for him, as the best ones are always brought to the door. Be sure to select him yourself, as taste differs. It is far better not to have one at all unless you will patiently learn how to cook him. The only spices I would add are sage (for wisdom) and thyme (we could all use more of that!). Nicely tongue in cheek, and although I'm number 49 to rate this, and although it is from 2004, I encourage others to come and take a look:
2006-02-09 late morning, 30 degrees. 28 in Uppsala, Sweden at vespers. Ah, Uppsala, another university town. At least they are getting flakes. Here, it is just chill. Felt chill this morning, now just tired. Must do poetry brochure for T @ 3, get it printed, go there, come down the hill around 4 for a writer's group. I may get to eat. Might just have a fruit cup, cookies and tea. A very odd sketch based on what Phil N. said. I think we were talking about sleeping bags originally: Pet food for Phil You'll look good in a toe-tagged ziplock bag, he told me. Being there and having done that he made a noise of knowing. If no holes are poked through the plastic there's no smell. The juices stay fresh when they've been flash frozen. Labelled, they'll even know what type of meat you are and whether ground up or hacked in pieces you're fit for cat or dog. Yep, toe-tagged in a ziplock bag, ready to go. [162.745] |