Today I enjoyed a delicious luncheon repast of vegetable lasagna (slightly overcooked, but vastly better than Sicilian casserole), green salad (fresh), roll (soft), carrots (cooked yet still tasted like carrots), and chocolate cake (calorie-free) at the Georgia Center. Not only that, but someone else paid for it.
Johnson tried to heckle me via Twitter, but I rose above it.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
The Zen of Lem(on)
What is Zen? According to that source of all wisdom, Wikipedia:
So waste not your time on lemon religious texts. Seek not scripture to understand the nuances of lemoness. Only direct individual assessment of one's own experience will lead to true wisdom.
In other words, taste the lemon bar.
Thus, this week's lemon bar was the essence of lemonicity, for even a clean palate strained to find the slightest hint of lemon in its sugary goodness. Of course it's there, but one must be worthy to discover that trace, that citrus awakening. Pehaps a real lemon passed nearby when the lemon bar was created. Perhaps the lemon bar, in a previous life, was the third cousin to a lemon (twice removed). Or maybe the lemon bars are merely downwind of that big jar full of lemons found near the ice tea.
Who can say? That is the Zen of Lem(on).
Even the folks at Wiki know this. For in defining lemon, they note: "The exact origin of the lemon has remained a mystery..."
'nuff said.
It emphasizes dharma practice and experiental wisdom—particularly as realized in the form of meditation known as zazen—in the attainment of awakening. As such, it de-emphasizes both theoretical knowledge and the study of religious texts in favor of direct individual assessment of one's own experience.
So waste not your time on lemon religious texts. Seek not scripture to understand the nuances of lemoness. Only direct individual assessment of one's own experience will lead to true wisdom.
In other words, taste the lemon bar.
Thus, this week's lemon bar was the essence of lemonicity, for even a clean palate strained to find the slightest hint of lemon in its sugary goodness. Of course it's there, but one must be worthy to discover that trace, that citrus awakening. Pehaps a real lemon passed nearby when the lemon bar was created. Perhaps the lemon bar, in a previous life, was the third cousin to a lemon (twice removed). Or maybe the lemon bars are merely downwind of that big jar full of lemons found near the ice tea.
Who can say? That is the Zen of Lem(on).
Even the folks at Wiki know this. For in defining lemon, they note: "The exact origin of the lemon has remained a mystery..."
'nuff said.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
An LATFC Checklist, Part 1
Inspired by Dr. Hugh Martin's stirring descriptions of reviving ice-bound Europeans and crashing American test planes, the staff has compiled an LATFC checklist:
Collect colleagues
Avoid bus on Hooper St.
Check menu
Order anyway
Collect tray and accoutrements
Count number of FC staff (if few, do not order pasta or sandwich)
Proceed through line
Debate with self over dessert; surrender to the lemon
Assure clerk that you are indeed having a good day
Pay, unless your initials are JH, in which case you can force a colleague to pay
Assess seating situation (availability of Prof. Fink, number seats needed)
Proceed to eat
Coming soon: An LATFC Checklist, Part 2: Kaye Sweetser Demonstrates Item #12
Monday, April 21, 2008
She Did It!
Regular commenter Sweetser actually ate at the Faculty Center. With no permanent, debilitating effects ...
Thursday, April 17, 2008
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