Sticks And Bowls example essay topic

Source: web Flying By The Seat "We are flying by the seat of our pants... ". -Ken Weathers by Which, when you think about it, ain't all that bad. I mean, hey, it could be "Seating by the fly of our pants"! Right!

Besides, the Planet Herself sings something similar: "Flying By The Heat Of The Dance"! And you pretty much gotta trust Her, even if that means twiddling your thumbs while she makes Her way through Her medley- part lounge-act, part hootenanny- featuring them "old chestnuts" like "I'm An Old Cowhand (From The Rio Grande) "Row, Row, Row Your Boat (Row, Row, Row) "Old MacDonald Had A Farm (E-I-E-I-O) " along with a latin-beat arrangement of "Turkey In The Straw" and even a rap pish "Over The Rainbow" before windin' down to ballad renditions of "Comin' Round The Mountain" segueing cleverly to "I Left My Heart In San Francisco" where of course we get "Sunrise, Sunset.".. Then, if the mood is right, She kicks in an encore, scattin' up tempo to the changes of (what did you expect) Fly Me To The Moon"! A grand time was had, is had, by all: "Flying by the seat of our pants"!

Eatin' With Sticks When you think about it, eatin' with 'sticks is the natural thing to do; that is, without getting all sociological about it, it makes logical sense to handle your food with these smooth extensions of your fleshy fingers- that way, the hot is truly cool, bit by bit making its way south to your mouth as you choose what you chews, chowing down on, say, succulent shoots of bamboo with sticks of bamboo as you come full circle in the ecological sense of things which makes good sense and shouldn't bamboozle any bambino with a lick of sense, a lick of taste, and elders demonstrating the social, logical value of a world not to waste, slash, stab at random, not to just scoop around like so many grains of surplus and plenty. Moreover, 'sticks are never alone- as in "sticks together"- as they are paired together like the very stereo parts of the body- arms, hands, legs, feet, ears, eyes, molars, nostrils of the nose, with all of those working together richly, in sync, as we eat... But wait-What's missing Right-a whole person does not a society make... Thus, as any unshaven sage in a mountain hermitage will instruct you: "Man, you need a bowl, baby!" Which is to say: "You can't go it alone!" And even a hermit wouldn't be here if it weren't for 'sticks and bowls, the whole enchilada of Yin and Yang, of boys and girls, of what makes the world worth sitting down with wherever you are, blessing the bowl of food, community, collective memory, creative hermitage, the grains, the noodles that wouldn't have it any other way: "Eat us with sticks!" Somebody's Been Messing With My Money! Somebody's been messing with my money! You heard me!

Somebody's been taking my hard-earned salary and sticking it all over their sticky bodies! Somebody's been defacing my currency! Somebody's been mutilating my labor! Somebody's been abusing my country! I'm sure it's you! Who else could it be Somebody's been crumpling the stuff up!

Somebody's been throwing the stuff down! Somebody's been licking on it, spitting on it, chewing on it, spilling on it, stepping on it, crying on it, bleeding on it! I'm sure it's you! You unknown commodity! Come payday, I'm heading down to the mint!

I want all my money clean and fresh and new! I refuse to be part of your filthy economy!