Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Lileks just NAILS it
He manages to put it all into perspective (the June 6 post of his Screedblog).
I’m only gonna quote a little of it.
I can imagine in late 2001 asking a question of myself in 2005:
What’s the main story? The smallpox quarantine? Fallout from the Iranian – Israeli exchange contaminating Indian crops? A series of bombings in heartland malls?
“Well, no – the big story today has to do with soldiers mishandling terrorists’ holy texts at a detention center.”
Mishandling? How? Like, you mean, they opened it up without first checking to see if it was ticking, and it blew up –
“No, they handled it in a way that disrespected it. Infidels are supposed to use gloves.”
Oh. So we lost, then.
“Borrowed” from Jeff Goldstein
Baseball, Mom, and… well, you know
(This is a Patriot’s Journey post. Others joining in are Alex, Scott, JimK, and Moorewatch. If you wish to join in, feel free.)
I like apple pie. I prefer it over all other flavors of pie. Sometimes with a scoop of vanilla ice cream (but only if the pie is still warm from the oven - reheated isn’t quite the same), but usually without. (Gotta watch my waistline as the years progress, dontchaknow?)
There are people who prefer pecan pie or cherry pie or peach cobbler or coconut cream or pumpkin or strawberry or blueberry or lots of different things, even some who don’t like pie because they prefer cakes. Chocolate or lemon chiffon or angel’s food or devil’s food or German choclate or layer cake or flan or even a nice Bundt drizzled with powdered sugar.
But the sheer availability of all of these different varieties in such a simple part of our lives as asking oneself, “What shall I have - if anything - for dessert?” staggers the imagination, because that decision is made almost 300 million times per day. Every day. (And that doesn’t include those who have some variant of dessert for lunch.)
Don’t even get me started on the different things available for the meal itself. Cheeseburger, fried chicken, fish, steak, soup, salad, even PB&J!
God, I love this country!
(This idea shamelessly stolen and expanded upon from answering a question JimK asks in today’s entry.)