Showing posts with label blasphemy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blasphemy. Show all posts

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Dog roots

When dogs of different breeds run wild and mate variously, they soon evolve back into a medium sized yellow dog with pointy ears and a curly tail, similar to an Australian dingo. This is what is observed in areas where domestic dogs are free to mingle without leash laws.

It is often said that dogs have descended from wolfs. This is fantasy. Of course we would all like to dream that our dog evolved from the noble killer wolf, but the evidence shows otherwise.

It is far more plausible that early humans befriended a medium sized dog. Or that a medium sized dog befriended early humans. The root medium sized yellow dog with pointy ears and a curly tail.

Claiming that humans domesticated wolves and turned them into pet dogs is as realistic as humans domesticating lions to make pet cats.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Massimo on Tour

Forbidden City is where I went to meet them. Johnny V the architect and a new girl he met last night, she was originally from Miami. Peter the gallerist was navigating NY for the artist Massimo from Italy. Also a local couple, he Brit she New Yorker. We drank sake from square glasses. I ordered shark fin dumplings for the decadence. During conversation I mentioned that I like blasphemy. I soon proved this by dissing the oceans saying they are the toilet of the planet; everything running off the land into the ocean. Comparing the Great Lakes, which are exalted, held above. The woman of the couple got mad. We talked about art. Massimo gave me some of his Italian cigarettes. We talked about cigarettes and Italy. When he left, he said it was good to see my face and he kissed my cheeks. Later, the woman started putting down Miami. She was trying to make the point that it was not multicultural. I explained that it was, and told of the variety of Islanders and Europeans and South Americans. The argument got ridiculous, she didn’t know, and she was trying to argue her opinion anyway. I made my points and let the conflict die. She was trying to retaliate for my dissing of the ocean. Small.

I wanted to see a band at Arlene grocery, Peter wanted to see a movie, the couple left, and Johnny with girl wanted to see music too. Massimo had left behind his Italian MS cigarettes. I got them.

March 2001

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