"and now I know how joan of arc felt
now I know how joan of arc felt
as the flames rose to her roman nose
and her walkman started to melt"

good name for a biography

screaming at the wind

"Was there to be any end to the gradual improvement in the techniques and artifices used by the replicators to ensure their own continuation in the world? There would be plenty of time for improvement. What weird engines of self-preservation would the millennia bring forth? Four thousand million years on, what was to be the fate of the ancient replicators? They did not die out, for they are past masters of the survival arts. But do not look for them floating loose in the sea; they gave up that cavalier freedom long ago. Now they swarm in huge colonies, safe inside gigantic lumbering robots, sealed off from the outside world, communicating with it by torturous indirect routes, manipulating it by remote control. They are in you and me; they created us, body and mind; and their preservation is the ultimate rational for our existence. They have come a long way, those replicators. Now they go by the name of genes, and we are their survival machines."

another good name for a biography

on being amazing

instructions

should you wish to turn me into the equivalent of an excited begging miniature dog, you can do the following:

1) show me a quantity of ripe strawberries

OR

2) make this:

.5 cucumber, sliced and halved
1 yellow tomato, cut into small wedges
approx. 6 cherry tomatoes, halved
.125 sweet onion, sliced into strips
sea salt
ground pepper
.5 tsp dijon mustard
splash of balsamic vinegar
drizzle of olive oil

toss all of that together and let it sit for a minute, then give it to me.  so-oh-oh good.  some basil leaves wouldn’t hurt either, ya know.

if we can have parallel universes…

can we have perpendicular universes?