Tonight’s comedy sketch, at Lotus Cafe (a sometimes thing at our parties with students, featuring yours truly among others), somehow never materialized, but since the subject is in (or on) my head, I’ll just give you a photo of me from the last one, pending receiving a copy from someone. My reason for not having taken a picture myself will be readily apparent once you see the photo. I’ll stick it at the bottom of this post when I get it. Hint: It was quite tasty, and there’s another hint toward the bottom of this entry.
And on the subject of comedy, something I was reading recently mentioned Seinfeld – ah, now I remember – a piece about specific eating preferences. There’d been a Seinfeld episode about, maybe, people who only eat the creme between Oreo cookies (I’ve done the converse), used as an example. Another case: some people’s preference for hard-edged brownies from the outside of the baking pan (me, I’m an inside softie guy).
That’s an interesting enough subject in itself – on bringing it up to students, I found two of them specifically refrain from stirring the cream they pour in their coffee just to enjoy the swirling pattern made by the pour. Now that’s a nice case of one of life’s little found/made pleasures. And, perhaps, a case of integrating some randomness into our everyday lives. Like reading tea leaves or a shaman divining the future from dropped sacred objects, except, importantly, it’s passive and no explicit meaning is attached. Or maybe it’s passive study of fluid dynamics. There are different kinds of knowledge, after all.
For me, if I do demur to stir, it tends to be with iced coffee, for a more 3-D effect (gum syrup throwing in more variables), though it’s also for the taste (less homogeneous, less emulsified mixes, depending on degree, can give a richer taste, like a pointillist painting gives a richer sense of color). Also, if I’m not so keen on using a swizzle stick stuck in my take-out bag by the same person who’s been handling money or doing fries all day, I’m a non-stir monster.
But what I wanted to say is, I realized a lot of the facetiousness of this blog could summed up as a paraphrasing of what people used to say about Seinfeld: I reserve the right for it to be a blog about nothing.
Now, I was never a watcher of Seinfeld. I think it was good for the comedy world to appreciate that kind of humor, but in moderation. It should be one of the tools in the bag, but not the be-all to end all. A spice or herb added to food, but not the main dish (“would you like a little chicken with that heaping mound of rosemary?”).
But to the extent I, on the blog, may use the same formula to exclusion of others, I also don’t have quite the same size audience as Jerry and the gang, nor the responsibility I think goes along with that attention.
So if you find yourself thinking, “What the bleeps are you talking about on this #%$@&* blog?! You’re wasting my time,” just remember Jerry and the Oreos. And help yourself to the creme.
Speaking of creme, I prefer my pie horizontal. Or maybe my face cream without a crust.