Playing with organic minds

[elfs]

This morning I stopped by Three Girls' Bakery, as I sometimes do, to pick up a bagel. There are several fruit stands nearby; sometimes I pick up a peach or grapefruit from one of those as well. When I was at the bakery, a load of challah^[?] came up to the front counter, and the smell alone was enough to inspire me to buy a loaf.

"Do you want the small, the medium, the large, or the organic?" said the tall woman behind the counter with the kabbalah^[?] tattoos.

"What's with the organic?" I said.

"Just that. Made with no chemicals. No pesticides on the plants, or in the ground, or in the water. Everything tested."

"No chemicals? Not even CHON^[?]?"

"No, definitely not. Nothing like that at all."

Oh, the huge manatee! I bought the medium-sized one.

Comments

[shunra.livejournal.com]

I adore those kabbalah tattoos. They make me feel so needed (professionally, at least): they invariably have some error either in spelling, diacritics, or meaning.

My personal favorite (seen on a toy store clerk in town here) said "vacation" when she meant it to say "freedom". I guess it's graphically pleasing.

[laplor.livejournal.com]

Isn't the very idea a kabbalah tattoo some kind of oxymoron? Seeing as how it is an inscription in the skin?

(I'm a poor little Christian girl. Our town had five churches and the nearest synagoge was one to two hours away so I only really know what I learned from the Bible.)

[shunra.livejournal.com]

I'm no expert on kabbalah, but I *am* an expert on modern Hebrew.

And as to kabbalah, I grew up in an orthodox Jewish home, where the idea was impressed on me that kabbalah was "too dangerous" to be studied by any person who did not live up to three rules: being a man, a scholar, and over forty years old. Not living up to those rules, so I was told, would mean risking your sanity.

Observation over the years indicate that sanity (in the functional, reality-based definition thereof) does not sit well with any pretense to "study" the body of rantings known as "kabbalah".

[gromm.livejournal.com]

Perhaps the fact that they're insane rantings are the reason you risk your sanity by reading them under the age of 40. ;)

[shunra.livejournal.com]

That may well be it: by the time you're 40, you're supposed to have settled down enough to recognize an insane rant for what it is, or be worthless to the community.

And then I watch Israeli politics (which is heavily affected by kabbalistic stuff, including some practicing kabbalist who think they have a direct line to the Throne Of Glory). So maybe "wait until you're old enough to recognize shite for what it is" should have been later than 40.

103 sounds about right to me.

[hydrolagus.livejournal.com]

I had fun explaining hybridization to a couple who was grousing that it was hardly accurate for the store to be calling their pluots "organic" when they had clearly been genetically engineered.
It is genetic engineering of a sort, but not the sort they had in mind.

[technoshaman.livejournal.com]

You want a bagel?? There is not a bagel in the whole quadrant you could get, not a bagel.... :) :) :)

[spiralsong.livejournal.com]

I would have snrked out loud and ruined it. How you managed not to is beyond me. I bow to your greater skill, O Elf.

[gromm.livejournal.com]

I was going to suggest dihydrogen monoxide before I clicked on the footnote. But I don't have to.

I like dihydrogen monoxide though, since it's blazingly obvious to anyone with half a clue, but at the same time it *sounds* nasty, like Carbon Monoxide.