To make a “Muskoka snow cone” mix one handful of the Jelly Fungus fruiting bodies with two large handfuls of snow. Blend until uniformly orange. For an extra treat add two ounces of Sky brand vodka before blending.
I did some audio recording today. It’s always strange to hear your own voice how others hear it, played back. Other technologies, in particular writing, create external representations of our thoughts and persons, but none is so intimate, so eerily similar yet different from our internal perceptions, as audio. After listening to the playback for a while, I can’t even hear my own voice, not really, and even the meaning of my words grows fuzzy, until all I can make out is the tangle of interwoven tones and intonations, all sound and no substance.
Much rain -> high river -> falls turn into Rapids -> I want to try kayaking them but don’t because I really don’t want to capsize in one degree weather -> I start to wonder if I’m getting soft -> to compensate I go out to a bar and pick a fight with a guy in a Rush t-shirt -> I end up spending a a night in jail and have to attend re-education camp where they explain in excruciating detail the musical genius of Neal Peart.
“It struck me, what quality went to form a Man of Achievement especially in Literature & which Shakespeare possessed so enormously – I mean Negative Capability, that is when man is capable of being in uncertainties, Mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact & reason – Coleridge, for instance, would let go by a fine isolated verisimilitude caught from the Penetralium of mystery, from being incapable of remaining content with half knowledge.”