Esta carta para a School Board do Kansas sugere outras teorias para ensinar juntamente com “Intelligent Design” (creacionismo fantasiado de ciência). Vale a pena ler a carta inteira e aprender mais sobre o Flying Spaghetti Monster.
I’m sure you now realize how important it is that your students are taught this alternate theory. It is absolutely imperative that they realize that observable evidence is at the discretion of a Flying Spaghetti Monster. Furthermore, it is disrespectful to teach our beliefs without wearing His chosen outfit, which of course is full pirate regalia. I cannot stress the importance of this, and unfortunately cannot describe in detail why this must be done as I fear this letter is already becoming to long. The concise explanation is that He becomes angry if we don’t.
David Sedaris está na New Yorker dessa semana: Turbulence – When it’s time to change your seat.
Este sítio está recheado de kultura.
Quase passei mal de tanta vontade ao ler este relato de uma visita a uma loja de chocolates em Firenze: I have seen God in a cup of chocolate.
I don’t hardly eat sugar, and I practically never eat dessert, but last night, Ben Hammersley took me to Hemingway’s, a chocolate joint in Florence, Italy. I have never, ever tasted anything remotely as good as the things I tasted last night. I ate so much chocolate that I sweated it all night. It was completely worth it. (…)
There were many delicious things on offer at Hemingway’s, but two were so good as to be life-changing. The first was a flourless, eggless dark chocolate torte, which had the consistency of the inside of a truffle and was served slightly chilled. Every mouthful of this made me feel like something important in my mouth was bursting. There were medieval princes who spent lifetimes searching for experiences that did this sort of thing to your sensory apparatus. Whatever they found was nothing so good as this.
But the very best was their Mexican-style drinking chocolate, called the Montezuma, a viscous drink made with very bitter chocolate, seasoned with chillies, aged Cuban rum (I don’t drink, either, but I had two of these), and cinnamon and nutmeg. The longer I held sips of Montezuma in my mouth, the more flavors and subtleties I discovered. The chillies suffused my sinuses and the rum made my whole abdomen glow gently, like banked coals. This was, without a doubt, the best thing I ever tasted, and possibly the best sensation I’ve ever experienced. I’ve seen people in religious ecstasy. That’s what this felt like. (…)