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?
—Sure.
—Do it.
—ZYXWVUTSRQPONMLKJIH-
—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!
