A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Friday, April 06, 2007

Good Offerings

Tonight was payback night. High school buddy Sally took Alma and me out to dinner to thank us for all the rides, errands, tech support, and so on during her visit to Massachusetts. Picking a restaurant was starting to get so complicated, I almost volunteered to cook a meal at my house. But then I thought, the idea was for Sally to treat us, so let her have the satisfaction of doing it.

We ended up at the Iron Chef in Longmeadow, on the theory that Cicily could get a vegetarian meal and Alma, observing Passover, could avoid meat and yeast. The Iron Chef serves Chinese and Japanese cuisine.

I do love Chinese food, and certain Japanese dishes as well. I've learned to make the ones I like best, so I don't really have to go anywhere to enjoy them. Unfortunately, most Chinese restaurants don't serve in the traditional manner (small portions of a variety of dishes). If I limit myself to one vegetarian choice, I'm looking at a massive pile of broccoli, or eggplant, or green beans, with maybe a small bowl of white rice alongside. The goopy chop suey style mélange with the slimy mushrooms isn't even an option for me.

So I had the massive pile of eggplant, the ubiquitous bowl of white rice, weak tea, and a fortune cookie. The talk never turned to family--I still know next to nothing about what Sally's been up to the last forty-odd years--but we had some good conversation, and it was pleasant to be among old friends.

Here's one of those enigmatic fortunes that's more frustration than help. Good offerings are out there. Fine. Now I just have to look in "the right places." I wonder where those are?

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Blogger Christopher said...

Not so much enigmatic as tautological. What is the standard for the "right place" to look for an offering other than the place where it is?

4:21 PM  
Blogger Dante said...

"Not so much enigmatic as tautological."
Your perception of it only.
Don't forget you could get a good
offering from the wrong places (that
being the places you thought wrong
at first). You might want to argue
that it was the right place in the
end but of course that will only lead
to what you believe to be a "good"
offering ;)
On another note, fortune cookies
might be tasty but their fortunes
suck :P


2:08 AM  
Blogger Cicily Corbett said...

not so much tautological as moralistical. i think there is a certain amount of causality implied in this "fortune," which is why it irks me. a christian would say i should know to look in the bible, for example. what place a chinese fortune-cookie maker is hinting about, i have no clue.

12:38 AM  
Blogger Dante said...

Where a Christian would say to look
in the bible (or quote) to give word
to every conversation, despite the
fact it may indeed not apply to the
subject matter whatsoever isn't the
same as the causality of a fortune
cookie to me. Since the manufacturer
of these little pieces of paper has
to crank out a certain amount of
lines and (if you've ever gotten)
sayings to fit the quota.
A Christian can choose to say
the almost unconscious mind-drift
bible line, you can't properly
pick a fortune from such a cookie.

In addition to that fortunes can't
be trusted when given in reality.
How insane would it be for the
future to come to the past to
then talk about the future in
the past. Utterly defying logic.


5:23 AM  

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