I recall a story in The Local sometime in the last two years about a moose stumbling around the countryside of Sweden, drunk on fallen and fermented apples. It was a slow news day, but it tells us that moose can get drunk on their own, and that people have found that funny for hundreds of years.
But I wonder if a moose would like going down stairs any better than a cow? And was the moose being chased at the time?
Try not to dismiss me as a troll, when I say I have some sympathy for her. If she had applied to any of the Ivy League universities when I was going to college, her credentials would have assured her acceptance at all of them.
The problem is that they're not building any more such universities, despite screaming demand. She's not rich, or 'disadvantaged', and she refused (notice I didn't say "failed", her letter suggests she knew how the game was played) to pad her resume. What the admissions process says to students like Suzy is that she's middle class white bread, and that such students have nothing of value to add to their image of a 'diverse' campus. (College marketers and headhunters are using such imagery as a recruitment tool!)
Unless it's rooster. Many a rooster has ended up in a stewpot for being: 1) one male too many per hen; 2) too aggressive; 3) repeatedly confused about the time of day. I'm told they can be kinda tough and gamey.
Well, MMM, that depends... was the ship carrying any treasure? Apparently, no ship is sunk too deeply these days but what some seekers won't find the bones and haul it back up to the light of day for us to marvel at. They know a valuable carcass when they see one.
(That was very funny, Matt, and a pleasurable reply to receive.)
I bought a friend of mine a pair of poultry shears. I explained that buying chicken whole was usually cheaper, required little skill in cutting into parts, and was more versatile.
Two years later, she was asking me if I knew where she could buy a whole chicken. Her usual grocery store had ceased selling them whole, only in parts.
I've plucked chickens, butchered sheep, cattle and deer. Caught and gutted fish... and fried 'em all up in a pan, and consider these skills valuable, in that I can never forget that something died to become my food. I'm concerned about what happens to us in this culture or any other, when we no longer make that connection.
Yesterday morning I took a small hammer to a hollow Lindt chocolate bunny, so I could have a piece of chocolate with my coffee. No big deal. I'd have a real hard time doing the same to one of those eggs; they're much too pretty for such abuse.
But I wonder if a moose would like going down stairs any better than a cow? And was the moose being chased at the time?
The problem is that they're not building any more such universities, despite screaming demand. She's not rich, or 'disadvantaged', and she refused (notice I didn't say "failed", her letter suggests she knew how the game was played) to pad her resume. What the admissions process says to students like Suzy is that she's middle class white bread, and that such students have nothing of value to add to their image of a 'diverse' campus. (College marketers and headhunters are using such imagery as a recruitment tool!)
(That was very funny, Matt, and a pleasurable reply to receive.)
Two years later, she was asking me if I knew where she could buy a whole chicken. Her usual grocery store had ceased selling them whole, only in parts.
I've plucked chickens, butchered sheep, cattle and deer. Caught and gutted fish... and fried 'em all up in a pan, and consider these skills valuable, in that I can never forget that something died to become my food. I'm concerned about what happens to us in this culture or any other, when we no longer make that connection.