Tommy Johnson: I had to be up at that there crossroads last midnight, to sell my soul to the devil.
Ulysses Everett McGill: Well, ain't it a small world, spiritually speaking. Pete and Delmar just been baptized and saved. I guess I'm the only one that remains unaffiliated.
—Oh Brother, Where for Art Thou?
amish + belize = ice cube manufacturing—in an era of global warming, it makes one prayful for the amish exogamy program upping the common sense ante into the gene pool. silly amish. nobody is gonna alleviate global warming trying to cool the climate with an ice cube plant. heh. that was a funny idea. and in the spirit of our elliptical way of choosing topics—fictionally, Melquiades and the gipsies had tried introducing the cool stuff into the hot tropics before:
"Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano BuendÃa was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice."
—One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
man i loved that book. i think i've read it over five times. cant beat latin magical realism. oh, and speaking of a good read? this month's Vanity Fair. every article is magic! the sushi article? yeh, me? i'll never eat the spicy tuna, again.
personally, i think the nature conservancy may be on to a more common sense approach with their rio bravo climate action project. their aim is to save more than 153,000 acres of forest in northwest belize—a project that is being partnered with the programme for belize. hot s! the u.s. is cooperating with someone? well, yes, kitten and it could mitigate up to 8.8 million tons of cabon dioxide over 40 years. which is nice step in the right direction, since our global sink is full.
and when the global sink is full—the dishes in the sink are bound to look a little yucky.
