Why, yes I did.
All the linden trees are in bloom in the neighborhood, which of course made me think of Proust having linden blossom tea and a madeleine, thus summoning his childhood memories of such and inspiring all twelve volumes of Remembrance of Things Past. (No, I’ve onloy read the first one.)
So I made madeleines. Hooray, we have an Office Snack of The Day again!
Yessterday evening I met up with an old friend and her friend, and we all went for a hike in the foothills. We took a “shortcut” to the trailhead (on 18th Avenue and…um…Liberty Road?) and then walked up, and around, and finally down into City Creek and back home to 10th Avenue on the pavement. But the grass was still green on the foothills, there was wild rhubarb by the stream, the evening light was high and clear and yellow–and we got to talk about Robert Hass’s poems. So a good evening.
Here’s a quote I found from The Enormous and Ongoing Inspirational Quote Project that seemed to relate:
Why should all the major religions of the modern world include a crucial encounter with wilderness—Moses, Jesus, and Mohammed in the desert mountains, Siddhartha in the jungle? And why should the predominant modern view of the origin and development of life have arisen from the five-year wilderness voyage of a Victorian amateur naturalist named Charles Darwin? …Placing Darwin in the tradition of Moses and Jesus may seem heresy from both the Judeo-Christian and scientific viewpoints, but I think the roles played by the three figures have been similar. They wrenched their respective cultures out of a complacency that amounted to self-worship and thrust them in new directions that (if not always entirely beneficial) enlarged the human perspective. Moses forced his society to accept a unifying law; Jesus forced his to accept the unity of all humanity; Darwin forced his to accept the unity of all life. I doubt whether any of the three would have been able to influence his society if he had not been fortified by a season in the wilderness.
David Rains Wallace (b. 1945), U.S. naturalist, essayist. “Tracks in the Wilderness,” The Klamath Knot, Sierra (1983).
The basis of optimism is sheer terror.
Oscar Wilde (1854–1900)
Self-respect—The secure feeling that no one, as yet, is suspicious.
H.L. Mencken (1880–1956)
(The image is from Despair, Inc. Brilliant.)
The fish taco: lately, the most delicious thing I can think of to eat. (Especially this one, the Del Taco fish taco, $1.69.) And the blog needed some pictures.
Coming tomorrow and Friday: UNinspirational Quotations!
Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful.
Author: The Buddha
Coudal Partners is an agency in Chicago with a witty, articulate web site with all sorts of artsy stuff–short films, stories, writing contests. The latest one we’ve been watching is the Booking Bands contest (now, unfortunately over, but still fun to think of) which involves combining a book with a band name, i.e. Horton Hears a Hoobastank or Megadeath of a Salesman. Look for an entry by yours truly, and others by the boss here, who won a prize. Hours of fun.
I haven’t read this quote’s source, but I do like it:
… no other railroad station in the world manages so mysteriously to cloak with compassion the anguish of departure and the dubious ecstasies of return and arrival. Any waiting room in the world is filled with all this, and I have sat in many of them and accepted it, and I know from deliberate acquaintance that the whole human experience is more bearable at the Gare de Lyon in Paris than anywhere else.
– M.F.K. Fisher
Potential Band Name Found in Everyday Conversation: Heated Pita.
Outside of Paris, there is no hope for the cultured.