A beaver breaks into a vodka store…. Ba Dum Bum.

“To live life well is to express life poorly; if one expresses life too well, one is living it no longer.”
- Gaston Bachelard

Disclaimer: Some rules of Mathematics have been irreparably harmed and/or distorted in the manufacture of this humor.

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I often make a delicious toor dahl recipe that I got out of a Hare Krishna cookbook. In addition to recipes the book also offers suggestions on meal preparation, dining etiquette and general tips on living a Hare Krishna lifestyle. One of the suggestions is that before each meal is served, you offer a portion to Krishna and give Krishna thanks. This seemed to be a small thing to ask, and frequently, with a light-hearted grin, either Butterfly or I will pause in the midst of our enjoyment and utter, “Mmmmm, thank you Krishna.”

That was all well and good until one day when we were enjoying a rotisserie chicken. After a few succulent bites I offered a “thank you Krishna” and Butterfly rightfully noted that perhaps Krishna was not the best entity to give thanks to in this instance.

The next day I received this playful e-mail (no offense intended):

Subject: strategy for grace before meals

Indian food/lentil soup = thank you Krishna because we got the lovely recipe book from the Hare Krishna’s

Fish = thank you Jesus - for obvious reasons - feeding the masses with five fish or was it three? And of course that’s his sign - the fish symbol

Lamb= thank you (catholic) Jesus because Jesus is the Lamb of God and the Catholics are very serious about digesting the body of Christ

Veggies/fruit/whole grains=thank you pagan earth mother goddess for the fruits of her labour [sic - - butterfly is a bit on the British side linguistically, mind you]

For that almost hungry empty feeling = thank you Buddha

For that overstuffed angry feeling=thank you Mohammed

Chicken = unsure; thank the chicken

I have no idea what made me think of it…(I think it was a dream last night)…but this book blew my little 10-year old mind.
Ah, the worlds, creatures and visions that suddenly became alive in my mind.

thank you erb

A local news investigation has found that the city of Dallas, Texas depends upon short yellow timing to maximize red light camera profit. Of the ten cameras that issue the greatest number of tickets in the city, seven are located at intersections where the yellow duration is shorter than the bare minimum recommended by the Texas Department of Transportation (TxDOT), KDFW-TV found.

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(The story is from last November.)

Last night a few of the bendy people were at the house. The discussion turned to “The Five Love Languages” (which are: acts of service, quality time, physical affection, words of praise and gifts)

When questioned about her language, one of the women replied, “Well, I don’t know. Receiving gifts and words of praise IS quality time to me. So I’m a bit confused.”

Perfect!

Butterfly’s yoga teacher is staying with us this week. She is here to teach a 6-day yoga workshop. It’s really been a delight having her around. She is warm and engaging company.

One of the things I am most enjoying is getting some free time to mess around cooking. I took a few days off work so that while they are busy at the workshop I can putter around in the kitchen and have some (hopefully) tasty morsels ready for them when they get here. Yesterday my kitchen looked like a T.V. cooking show. I had all the ingredients chopped and lined up on the counter, and while some rocking good music played in the background I cavorted with pots, pans and tongs to blend a hearty, healthy Asian-style shrimp stir-fry/soup. Half the time (or maybe all the time) I have no real good idea what I’m doing…I just enjoy the doing of it.

So far no one has gone hungry, so I must be doing something right.