h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13NPZ5Nv_fc

"Dawkins does give the explanation reason leads to, that we are here to understand the universe. Evolution drove the process that produced the ability to understand because understanding helped us survive.

Understanding is what we do because we evolved that way, therefore go ye and understand.

That's it. No god or gods. Nothing mystical. If evolution produced a wrench to turn a bolt, then turning the bolt is why the wrench exists. Sorry if that doesn't make you feel important."
-- comment by Zarimus

Well, that's all well and good, but I find myself quite comfortable with the answer Bingo the giant cockroach gave to Simon Wagstaff when asked "Why are we put here in this universe only to suffer and die? Why? Why?"



Bingo took a sip of his beer and answered, "Why not?"

'Venus on the half-shell' Excellent book!

Someone stole my copy years ago



That dialog always reminds me of Philosophy 101 final exam: Why?

For 100% -- Why not?

Bleeding. somehow I missed your reply.


(comparison test this evening of homemade Trebbiano and Lungarotti Torre Di Giano [1999]. Homemade more immediately satisfying but the seven year old bianco somehow fascinating in a nostalgic way. A breath of Lucanian summers past.)

I've got a lovely hard-cover special edition of Venus on the Half Shell. Also, as an obscure footnote, my whole doing-paintings-only-using-four-colours-(black-white-red-and-yellow-ochre) thing goes back to the Greek painter (Apelles) who according to legend was the originator of the depiction of Aphrodite on the half-shell as immitated by Botticelli and a fresco artist in Pompeii: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Birth_of_Venus_(Botticelli)

Someday, after a good deal of Trebbiano, and with just the right seashell and model . . .

The right model

Ah, the agony and sacrifice of creativity

zo grs; dp erstu dp,r mohjyd.z


(Why does fermentation and distilation always seem to be involved in my posts?)

The ferment of the brain;

The distillation of perfection...





Well, it made sense at the time


One of those early-morning-hypnogogic-revelatory-thingys