The photo is for Edward.
The title is an incredibly obscure reference to one of Edward Monkton's cartoons that I once saw--one that purported to explain the meaning of life with a little rhyme:
Sometimes it's a chicken,
Sometimes it's a chair,
Sometimes it's a piece of cheese...you know the rest.
Today, for me, life is exactly like that piece of cheese. [Jonathan's editors have proposed a sweepstakes-style competition. Whoever finds the most apt justification for Jonathan's use of Monkton's wildly provocative simile will receive a shiny nickel in the mail. Seriously. Jonathan's editors have your addresses. Send entries via comment in the format: Life is exactly like that piece of cheese because...
Here are some helpful examples: (1) Life is exactly like that piece of cheese because it is slightly damp to the touch and swings back and forth with a subtle and difficult to master rhythm while managing a series of antithetical, almost- revolutions. (2) Life is exactly like that piece of cheese because it hangs from a string connected to something no one is sure of, over a drop of indeterminate length, the end result of which drop being uniform in its finality and various in the amount of mess made upon impact. (3) Life is exactly like that piece of cheese because you can always eat cheese, but, then, really, what's left to do after that--play with string? (4) Life is exactly like that piece of cheese because, even though you are relatively safe from some things, (i.e., being stepped on) you are incredibly vulnerable to others (i.e., bugs finding the string in their interminable wanderings along the ceiling and then, due to some unfathomable twist in the decision tree that begins with finding pieces of string hanging from the ceiling, crawling down it, finding the cheese at the end and making a sort of cheese house for themselves in which they will breed new generations of bugs, all living, rutting, and dying in the house that is their only food source, until all the cheese is gone and the last, cautiously curious scions of the House of Cheese crawl back up the now nearly slack string to reclaim the nomadic ideals of their forebearers...) (5) Life is exactly like that piece of cheese because if you put on a blindfold and slice at either (the life or the cheese) with a knife, and, somehow, make contact, then both the life and the cheese are going to undergo irreversible changes at the physical level. (6) Life is exactly like that piece of cheese because it is not suspended in a vaccuum. &c.]
I don't have much for you in the way of...let's see. Oh! I know. Here's a list of the screennames from Place4Friends.com that have recently flirted with me:
spicy_bun
ever1luvzastar
purejae
love4life20004
luckycharms82
Which one do you think likes water polo?
6 comments:
Life is exactly like that piece of cheese because...
um, your mom's last name is Sanzalone. And most of the time when I hear it I think "the cheese stands alone." And that's cheesy.
PS-how can you be certain the cheese is suspended by a piece of string, anyway? And what kind of cheese? String cheese? hmm. food for thought. (you all can hate me for being so punny. i'd understand.)
Life is exactly like that piece of cheese because mmmm cheese
!TIMF!
Life is exactly like that piece of cheese because both would cruelly tantalize a man near death from starvation, provided he was neither resigned to his fate nor lactose intolerant.
Because as the cheese dangles there on its string, by its very presence it challenges the absence-of-cheese, seeming to cry out, "Here I am, where once there was no cheese!"
Also it's contains many proteins, which makes it a lot like the bulk of life on Earth.
Adam M.
Life is exactly like that piece of cheese because it's made from curdled milk, which is disgusting, but still not disgusting enough to make you turn away.
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