Soy Sauce Packets & Epiphanies: Pass It On...

Pass It On...

Sunday, September 14, 2008

i know many people think it’s inappropriate to mention that john mccain is very old. although i do think the fact that he picked a young, vibrant, running mate is a concession to his age being a very important issue, indeed. those who are offended, (which seems to be people who have parents who are still vibrant at 72, and which begs the question “would you want your parents to have the most demanding job in the world at 72?” but i digress), you should not click the links in this post.

but for those who agree that age is an issue, wonkette put up a brilliant bit of internet juxtaposition that should be forwarded far and wide. i've done my duty. pass it on.

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2 comments:

The waiter, 8:41 PM: So do you think Reagan was a bad president because of his age...or were you not aware of the fact that he was 70 when he went into office and 78 when he left?
I think a lot of people would disagree on the age thing because people can die at 1 just like they can at 100.
And no two people are the same.
Find something else to dislike him on Tony
tony a.k.a. isweatbutter, 10:45 PM: ok, he's also a warmonger.

the story behind ssp&e:

so i'm not sure if you're anything like me, but being the 'off the cuff cuisine' chef that i am, i try not to let anything go to waste. you know, when you bring home some bk or mickey d's, and after consuming your poor excuse for food, have ketchup packets or sauce shots left over that you throw in the door and forget about. same goes for chinese food, and you know they always give you enough sauce to put out a fire at the pentagon with your order. you throw them in your refrigerator door and forget about them. then one day you're trying to impress some last minute guests that have decided to stay at your place for dinner and all you have in your 'gourmet' kitchen are some ramen noodles, frozen veggies and some leftover grilled chicken from last weekend's cookout. the makings of a superb, on-the-fly stirfry. but wait, OH SHIT!, how are you going to make a sauce for your stirfry with no sauce? you look in the fridge and all you see is a bottle of ketchup, french's mustard (i use the term mustard loosely when describing french's), and a jar of pickle juice. oh no, what to do, what to do. then you bust open the butter holder, that invariably has never seen a stick of butter in it's life, and VOILA! soy sauce, duck sauce, hot mustard! packets, but instant chinkychow sauce nonetheless! each one of those packets, collected over time, came from a meal, inevitably eaten over conversation, an argument or during a lone lunch of self-reflection, came from a time and place in the past. as are our lessons learned. we learn through the years how to cope, how to inspire, how to teach, and how to live. we don't always remember those lessons, as we throw condiment packets in the fridge we throw life-lessons into the back of our heads, until one day we find ourself in a situation where it becomes relevant and we pull them from the back of our minds as to not waste the advice and lessons of the past. the moral of this story, and the linking of it to my blog- our life experiences are our 'soy sauce packets,' our hidden links to our experiences of our past...

e·piph·a·ny - noun - a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience. [www.dictionary.com]

the epiphanies that we experience in life, questions or situations that we find ourselves in, and don't know how to resolve, can most often be solved my raking our brains in search of a 'soy sauce packet.' an answer to a question. a solution to a problem. and so this, this blog, is simply an ever-expanding culmination of soy sauce packets in my butter box, and the epiphanies that have helped to make room for more butter in my fridge...