“We all had breakfast together the next morning and I couldn’t look at Sunny the whole time because I was afraid I would just lose my shit and propose right there on the spot.”
- DOS Boot: Lookie what I found [ed. warning - man in a thong]
“This is a genuinely radical idea: individuals should hire lawyers to negotiate their personal use of cultural material, or at least refrain from sharing their cultural activities with others (except it’s not’s really culture if you’re not sharing it, is it?).
It’s also a dumb idea. People aren’t going to hire lawyers to bless the singalong or Timmy’s comic book. They’re also not going to stop doing culture.”
“In my past lives there is no doubt what I did- I was in a kitchen.
I may have been male or female- perhaps I was a monk baking bread for a whole monastery. Perhaps an old mother with a brood of children who only saw them when they came out of the fields to eat some of her bread. I’ll never know for sure, but I know when I touch something I created with the chemistry of my kitchen, I feel a smidgen of warmth and love, as I feel a wave of motherly ecstasy when I hug my child; I have a small bit of that satisfaction when I eye my baked goods.
When they are eaten, though, I don’t think of it as death. That bread is being broken down in the bodies of the people I love, the glucose created by the disintegrated carbs feeding the cells in the bodies I hold most dear. My product becomes part of that person forever- even in the form of fat. (not all fat’s bad :D )”
