Happy Holidays
A drunken man who falls out of a cart, though he may suffer, does not die. His bones are the same as other people's; but he meets his accident in a different way. His spirit is in a condition of security. He is not concious of riding in the cart; neither is he concious of falling out of it. Ideas of life, death, fear and the like cannot penetrate his breast; and so he does not suffer from contact with objective existence. If such security is to be got from wine, how much more is to be got from God?--Tao Te Ching
Jockomo Feeno Ah Na Nay,
Jockomo Fe Na Nay
-- "Iko Iko"
I just found out from spaceweather.com that tonight is not only Mardi Gras but also Chinese New Year, seeing as it's the second new moon since winter began.
This conjunction of holidays occurred a few years ago, with the bonus of Lincoln's Birthday, making for a wild triumvirate involving a parade of 20-foot long dragons wearing bead necklaces made of pennies. All photos of this event have been confiscated for public safety reasons.
Speaking of delicious, for Mardi Gras I'm fixing the Soup Nazi's Cream of Sweet Potato Soup to go with a big pot of Red Beans 'n' Rice. I know, it's not Jambalaya, but it's amazing and easy enough to make while getting appropriately soused (i.e., not a single sharp implement involved).
2005 marks a significant year for me and my cohorts: Year 4703 in the Chinese calendar is the Year of the Rooster (they used to call it something else). Which means, if you know your Chinese astrology, that I'm a deep thinker, observant, eccentric, and my age this year will be a multiple of 12. And that's all I'm sayin'.
Except: try the soup.
I'm 'on dance now.
