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Mini Musing: The only way to deal with critics is to pass them a cup of coffee on stealth mode.
The room lifted up to the sounds of footsteps and a can opener. The day has come. It was only for a moment when she recollects her scavenging days five years ago in an abandoned parking lot. I wish someone would take me home, she whispered. Her wish was granted.
Welcome home, Koultessa!
She had reclaimed her birthright, Koultessa S. Grugwiv, and in the next few years she’d be sharing a room with three more abandoned individuals who would eventually become her adopted siblings.
Fast forward to the not so distant future, she’d be welcoming her nephew, Klyntzo F. Zacona, whose mother, Lunifah, expecting a baby, found a pair of tiny, almost paw-like, cuddle generators amidst the bustling night life of Kuwait City three years ago.
It was on that same dreadful day that she saw herself wandering off famished under the scorching daylight; a youngster living on fastfood scraps and cardboard, pleading for snuggles. But she’s anxious to blot out all memories of those hostile days…
Happy birthday, Koultessa and Klyntzo! Her thoughts popped out like bubbles. It’s the cuddle generator dangling a freshly caught artificial prey. I love you!
It is, indeed, one fine, ordinary day.
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Mini Musing: Not all scientists are linguists, just as not all doctors are nutritionists. – AM
And that, comrades, is how THE social media work.
So as I mentioned earlier, I’m going to weigh in on the Harambe tragedy because, like the rest of the internet, I can. But I will not be slinging deadly stuff on the Cincinnati Zoo and its visitors here. They’ve been beaten up by the interwebs over the past weeks already.
I would simply throw in some insights and leave a picture of Harambe here to remind us all what we as humans have diligently evolved into, arms akimbo.
Lee Hall, author of On their own terms: Animal liberation for the 21st century, wrote: “If we think it appropriate to hold conscious beings in exhibits for ticket holders in the first place, we have already made the assessment that their lives are not as valuable as ours.”
Indeed, one must reflect upon what we have learnt from visiting zoos. Even though, none of these lessons include lifting a finger to assist in habitat conservation for critically-endangered species. But it’s alright to be upset and pour out our contempt over a post or a status update. After all, we have gotten used to expressing all our deep-seated, searchable angst over our newsfeeds, including thoughts that give us nightmares, like whether the dress is blue or gold.
So, now is the time to convert all of these emotions into action, something social media have been urging us to do ever since.
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Disclaimer: this is not a recipe post. As plant-based living eases up a bit, thanks to the vegan police, and loyal adversaries, for spreading the V word, vegan labelled products sprout like mushroom in groceries. The vegetable section is still available, of course. We’re not anymore galaxies away from today’s norm. I’ve managed to discharge the superpowers of bicarbonate of soda and lemon on my utensils, toilet bowl, and cavities. And I’ve discovered a new way to make cooked veggies look decent. I guess life is fairer now.
Then the asparagus.
Who would have thought sautéed asparagus could crank out organized cheers? You can sense its set back yet provocative presence on top of the kitchen counter while watching world politics and other expletives. The asparagus sits comfortably on its high chair. It’s as though it’s preparing to launch into space, searching for new lands. Most glossy cookbooks continue to romanticize it at the expense of its roots. Most earthlings proceed to switch channels. I made an effort to keep the recipe in its simplest form, if I should call it a recipe.
But, again, this is not a recipe post. So here’s a picture of sautéed asparagus with other edibles.
How gaah, the poem
that butchered a piece of wisdom,
an inch of a syllable;
then buried a piece of truth
in a selfie of words –
the masturbation of the trivial,
essence be gone.
“Feign solidarity, y’all,
and hashtag empathy!”
The bard in LV flip flops
kicked the muses’ asses
for auld lang syne’s sake:
“J***-us, burn the Burns
for a good ol’ LOL’s sake!”
Blame the witches,
you know, like they were kings
we’ve caught in a battle of wifis
that sustains the haut monde,
umm, gerber-suckling to Paris
like THE Paris on a plane.
C’mon, do me a favour!
Let you like me, share me,
smh, comment on me
with photoshopped smiles,
with bonbon-ic emoticons!
Some things were lost
between the tug of glitz,
and the pity was deleted
from the sceptic tank of logic;
believing that in war or feast
abattoirs were concealed.
Diamonds and elegies.