Thursday 4 April 2002

Pic of the day: "I get little more than a taste of the food I buy, before it perishes in the back of my fridge..."

Food for body and soul?

I left work a couple minutes earlier than usual, and stopped by the supermarket to buy some food. Usually I just rush in, buy the same stuff that I always buy, and rush to the bus. This time, however, I took a few minutes to look around. My, how much strange food there was! Who would need or want all that? I mean ... paste of reindeer meat and pistachio nuts?? Meep!

There were innumerable strange foods, and some them looked quite attractive. I saw a nifty chicken curry, for instance. Chicken and all manner of fowl are more and more common these days. It could be because it is more healthy than other meat; but I doubt it. It is probably just because it is cheaper. The poor birds can be kept in small cheap cages and just fed, and they will grow up fast to be ready to slaughter. Small investments, big return. At least that's what I imagine. I don't eat chicken unless I needs must for the sake of politeness as a guest; the stuff is far too likely to be infected with food poisoning bacteria like Salmonella or Listeria. Probably something about the (un)hygienic conditions under which the poor critters live and die.

Anyway, I did not buy the curry. I did buy pork and ananas paste, though. And garlic mayonnaise. Weird enough, I should believe, to satisfy curiosity as well as palate. Sadly, so to speak, I cannot eat as much as I did in days of yore. Actually, that should mean low maintenance, and so be a blessing of advanced age. But it also means I get little more than a taste of the food I buy, before it perishes in the back of my fridge. But enough of that. It tasted sort of OK.

And I caught the bus too, barely.

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Being as my body is no longer able to relish ceaselessly the tastes of human ingenuity, I have spent some of the untold wealth of a Norwegian working class male (actually the pay is at least the same for females) -spent some of it on food for the soul rather than the body.

Yes indeed! Another of those e-books from fictionwise.com, The Unwilling Warlord, still by Lawrence Watt-Evans. I so enjoy his light and readable prose! I so enjoy his subtle, understated humor! I so enjoy the hinted-at but not fully exposed worldbuilding! Why, I could not have done it better myself. But I said so yesterday, about one of his more recent books.

Of course, just because I can't do better, or even as good, that does not mean I cease to try. So I have written yet another chapter (the 9th by now) on that serial installment novel. Actually it's not much to write home about. It's not really funny unless you have a kind of dirty mind, I think. Of course, most people have that, so it could easily appeal to a larger audience than this journal. (In which, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory...) (Or perhaps I have just read Hamlet: The Manga which would explain a lot.)

You are now free to go bleach your brain.