Friday, August 17, 2012

08/19/07 ... Once we were all bicyclists ...

I learned on the interwebs that walking, computer-chair-sitting human individuals are evolved -- you will be dumbfounded -- from bicyclists. BICYCLISTS. BICYCLISTS!

I've heard a lot of stuff about our evolution, and the last working theory I had was that we were "from the water," like, all swimmy things, fins turning into arms and feet and stuff.

And then not having gills and all, we couldn't go all around under the drink, we had to stay close enough to the surface so that it would be there every time we needed a breath, so we're relegated to the in-between space of air and water, so then we made it worse by getting out of the pond and walking all around on land but not flying. (I don't know why, as a species, we make the choices we do, but I feel, oftentimes, that I'm in the voting minority.)

So it makes a lot more sense to know, now, that we're up from bicyclists. 'Cause bicyclists can't do everything. I once biked for 35 days straight and then tried to walk around Manhattan for a day. Guess what? My walking muscles had atrophied; I had devolved to a state of "pre-walking bicyclist." But I relearned all that stuff again, which would have been much harder if I had devolved into a mermaid.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Fruit and Vegetable Notes.

1. I got a notice I'd sold a book, but it was a book I had never read, so I was looking it over before mailing it out. In the foreward, the author talked about being confused in her youth, restless about what she wanted to do. She quit university to grow vegetables, she said, but didn't manage, in the subsequent months, to grow any vegetables at all. I liked that part of the book, about how she had been confused. Her "answer" didn't seem worth more than a skim.
2. You seem into the vegetable thing, but it seems, more into the compost thing. Or, it's the dirt thing. You want to be a fount of creativity, for all things to spring from you.
3. I like rhubarb stalks.
4. To make celery long and prevent it from becoming dark green and bitter, wall it in; grow it between foot-high walls.
5. I am baffled by the jack-o-lantern tradition.