Official patriot armistice workers' palace parade
This shop turned ten years old yesterday. I had felt half obliged to write some kind of sum-up on what a decade means, usw., but what do I write these days except sum-ups, and anyhow a dip through the archives speaks quite eloquently on how differently I wrote ten years ago, how little I knew, and all that.
Here’s an allegory instead! Yesterday I bought a cheap pineapple at Trader Joe’s, came home, danced a sort of samba with it, and we’ve since been eating a lot of pineapple dishes around the house. Tonight it was pineapple tempeh with a chili glaze, Brussels sprouts and brown rice.
That was really good!
I’m glad it gave pleasure!
No, you do things well.
OK, but I can also say the alphabet backwards really fast, and that doesn’t give pleasure to anyone.
Can you really?
You’re right! That gives no pleasure at all!
And yet reading about it does. (Or did I just spoil the allegory?)
Happy birthday to metameat and thanks for all of the entertainment you've provided the past 10 years -- please continue!
We love metameat!