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February 04, 2006
A fish for a fish
The day is a feast-full of the weirdest, from a flower-shaped rock spotted on Mars soil, a volcanic formation possibly, to the astronaut's suit filled up with dirty socks and let go to float out and around the ISS space station. By gravity's courtesy the suit won't go far and by way of temperature the batteries will freeze after an hour or so. The so-called "experiment" was videotaped by ISS personnel and available on the web. The narration all but clarifies what the experiment was for.
Do we need to remind our muslim friends and neighborhood that religion is a form of expression? As a form of expression in all its genres, its visuals and not, religion can any other day collide with others, who possibly express their ways differently. Unless we crave to grant religion a special status and protect it legally from collision, which we have been bordering for a while with political-correctness, a common ground has to be found. Burning flags, taking down embassies and threatening journalists does not make anybody better. Common ground to life is that it ends and if you we not cope with the simple idea that religious beliefs are a form of psychological self-shelling ourselves from the unknown and unbearable we need to find a good psychiatrist. This is true not just for muslims, which I am far away from targeting here, it is true for anybody. How great would it be if we all give up and focus on "here and now" versus the "there and after", a place we all know biologically impossible. Don't ask yourself if you are tolerant of others but do ask yourself what you want to do before you die.
The baby wanted a goldfish today. Initially she thought to give it to the turtles and enjoy the slaughtering as she discovered that turtles are predators. The wife was nodding on the same murky design. I hated both and especially their convergence. So there we go and buy a little anonymous goldfish that the kid could carry at home. While carrying it she changed her mind, now she wanted to keep it. Wife hated to push for a second fish to satisfy her need for a grand show. Now we're all starring at little Pierre going circles in a glass bowl soon to be forgotten as fishes don't do anything exciting besides circling around. I guess we all miss the original gruesome intentions now.
Posted by lck at February 4, 2006 07:05 PM
