Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Why, Despite Everything, Humans Should be Given a Second Chance
This is meant to be a happy post, to keep my dear readers reading rather than running away in disgust at the gloom and doom I usually radiate. So here is my list of wonderful things that humans have created:
1. Chocolate. True, the ingredients are from nature, but people invented the formula for chocolate. It is food for goddesses and anyone else sane. It is said to contain chemical ingredients similar to those that are unleashed when one falls in love. It should be called 'the little orgasm', and it should be declared the national food of all countries. Eating chocolate is good for you, researchers have established (too lazy to find the link now but this is true). The only bad thing about chocolate is something called 'white chocolate'. It is an imposter and should be shunned. The best, absolutely the best chocolate is a home-made truffle. I make a mean chocolate truffle.
2. Buttons, zippers and safety pins; all things to hold us together. Nothing else has come close to these nifty inventions, not therapies or antidepressants, not even velcro (which sticks too much). Where would we be without these helpers? Imagine Bush trying to march looking militant while his toga disintegrates all around him. Sorry, maybe you don't want to imagine that.
3. Vermeer's paintings, especially his blue tones. They are a good substitute for illegal drugs.
4. Dickinson's poetry; so innocent that it covers the most obscene with equal surety.
5. Taj Mahal. Though I've never been there, so this is provisional. But based on the pictures I've seen it is an eternal ode to love.
6. The ancient South American feather murals. I want one!
7. A little medieval wooden head of Christ in a tiny rural church somewhere in Scandinavia.
8. Physicians Without Borders.
10. Emergency Rooms, for reasons that to me are obvious.
11. Pesto, another food for goddesses, and freezable!
12. French kissing, though only by people who know what they're doing.
13. Siberian throat-singing, because it is so inexplicable, and sounds to me like an attempt to French-kiss oneself.