These scraps are my children. I brought them to term lovingly–excitedly. I’d hoped they would change the world someday, but as it were, their fate was to die. An edict from a heartless editor. A kill command from that cold practical butcher: Destroy these. But the bond between us was too strong. My motherly instincts too fierce. Instead of a swift and humane highlight delete, I put them in a basket and sent them down the Nile. Here they washed up, on the banks of this humble blog post.
Scraps of the Week (2/6/17)
From class notes on happiness–
“Rick Perry deregulates Texas. A fertilizer plant explodes in West Texas next to a daycare/hospital/Carl’s Jr./Green Burrito combo building. Here is an acute picture of someone’s happiness necessitating someone else’s suffering. Handful of happy republican businessmen–blast radius of suffering Texans.
When millions of mainland Chinese slowly die from pollution in an unregulated China, the same principle is in effect–Happiness by standing on someone’s shoulders. The more anonymous people we are willing to give cancer to, the cheaper the unit price of our tradestuffs.”
Rick Perry has an accerdited A+ lifetime rating from NRA. He served admirably as senior class social secretary of his college fraternity. Presently he is in charge of the nukes.
From an essay on speculative fiction–
“Predicting a black president in 1998 (Deep Impact), is correct, and interesting, but not particularly insightful. A black president in the US had been an increasingly likely eventuality. When reading and writing the future, we acknowledge unpredictability. There are historical lightning bolts, pivots in history which cannot be accounted for. Mt. St. Helens and the 2011 New York Giants come to mind.”
The 9-7 New York Giants point at A.J. Hawk
From a lifestyle blog–
“Some people cook all their meals on Sunday and eat them at work and on public transportation out of various Tupperwares. This behavior is usually accompanied by tweeting, strong opinions, and a willful lack of empathy. These people are racing each other to the grave one re-heated chicken breast at a time. Cooking all your meals on Sunday is the exact opposite of what God intended. He is very clear on this. If you absolutely must live your life in such blatant sin, try to at least say a Hail Mary every time you peel open a plastic lid.”
You cannot meal prep an enchilada
Also scrapped from the lifestyle blog–
“Broad generalizations make the trains run on time. Along with baseless assumptions, they really make the world turn. Every morning I wake up and make the baseless assumption that I am not inside the matrix. Then at lunchtime I stop by any Mexican restaurant in the Valley and I make the broad generalization that it’ll be staffed by people who make amazing enchiladas. Accepting these TOOLS as useful is part of being an adult. And with these tools, (baseless assumptions and broad generalizations) we craft DICHOTOMIES, which are the simplest and best lens to view the world through. Rich people vs poor people, West vs East, old vs young…”