As part of my continuing degradation, I’ll tell you what I ate today. At the same time, I’ll test my readers’ patience.
First, thin pancakes, which I wrapped around bananas. Then a little fried blue whiting. For dessert, a bit of cranberry in powdered sugar.
Later - a plate of meat salad, but with oil instead of mayonnaise. After the salad - hot-smoked mackerel with spices, accompanied by the remaining cherry tomatoes. And a little more dried squid.
And now I’m going to use my huge mug bearing the word "Yellowstone" for what it has long been craving - a liquid containing no alcohol. Namely, the Polish pseudo-coffee chicory drink "Inka". In Russia, its version is called "Lyubitelsky".
And the users of "Radio Archive" are on fire:
"Thank you for cultivating us!!!"
It reminds me of the slogan that runs like a thread through Bruce Sterling’s book "Schismatrix".
It’s quite simple: "Life cultivates subspecies"
All that remains is to add: "And that’s a good thing"
So it turns out that I’m helping to cultivate music lovers. Which isn’t bad either, since they too are a subspecies.
Though, considering the old joke about the singularity, there isn’t much time left for cultivating.
(The old joke about the singularity is probably a reward for those who have read this far and for whom it isn’t yet an old joke)
About Dinner
2007-01-07