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The Circumference of Flourish

by Sidewalk Face at Eagle-Crow-Owl9 Comments on The Circumference of Flourish
The Circumference of Flourish

My husband is always clean, well dressed and likes the rooms of our home to look tidy. I often find him neatening up throw blankets on the couch. I tell you this, so you don’t get the wrong idea about the problem. When he peppers his food, he doesn’t seem to understand the basic, and to me so obvious it need not even be learned, concept that the pepper is to be ground within the boundaries of the circumference of the plate. So, if some food, maybe the outer edge of a scrambled egg, happened to be right up next to the edge of plate, you would have to accept that bite of food not being peppered. Well, that’s not how he sees it.

To achieve a robust and even peppering, it’s okay with him that pepper goes all over the table. I’ve called his attention to this, but it hasn’t changed anything. He values peppering food above all other concerns. Though I really like a neat table, I also really like him. He is so peculiar!

He did this illustration for me. Thank you, Hon!

On another note, Sidewalk Face prints will be back for sale very soon! I am going to be offering them as ready to hang on the wall, glass-less “standouts” (the merchandise nomenclature). Stay tuned!

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How to Make a Peach

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How to Make a Peach

If you were tasked with making a peach, could you do it? How would you start? What raw ingredients would you gather?

Unlike cooking, you wouldn’t need a kitchen or utensils or anything from the grocery store. You would need a capsule full of DNA, a bunch of totally broken up material from dead things mixed with minerals and some super tiny living things too small to see, a little wetness, and one giant ball of gas that for some reason sticks together and produces light from a huge distance. Mix together and then wait almost a decade. Practically nothing happens at all except a bunch of wood comes from nowhere.

Finally, if you are patient and lucky a small orangish orb appears and unlike the hard, dry material that it dangles from, this delicate little blob is juicy.

But where does the taste come from? How does wood produce soft, sugary flesh with the flavor of angels? I am not asking for a scientific explanation. And I am certainly not asking for a mystical one. I loosely understand the “steps” but that does nothing to de-mystify the mystery. Reality is so much stranger than it’s possible to comprehend. That incredible taste, that drippy juice comes from wood, dirt and sunshine? Are you kidding me?! Go mix up some dirt and wood with a little water and it’s not going to be edible even if you eat it at noon. The missing ingredient is DNA and time? If I add those to the bowl of glop will it taste better?

We are living amongst such sophisticated intelligence that we ourselves are as ants in our comprehension. Well, maybe not all of us. Some people build airplanes for a living and that is also freaky. But an airplane, though much more transformative than a peach, is not delicious. Deliciousness was created by processes both larger and smaller than us. But not the ability to appreciate deliciousness. That we can handle.