When I looked at the inner side of a pot lid the other day, I thought it looked like one of Salvador Dali’s rhinocerotic creations (a collection of which I featured in this particularly obsessive post). Dali thought that almost everything could be deconstructed and broken down into rhinoceros horn shapes, including human beings and their souls.
“Dust of Souls” (circa 1960) is an example:
And here’s my pot lid.
The water droplets are arranged not at random, but in an order dictated by the shape of the lid. Not quite as symmetrical as Dali’s play on droplet symmetry in “Galatea of the Spheres,” but evocative enough to imagine a comparison.
Here’s “Galatea of the Spheres” (1952)”
I probably shouldn’t be eating creampuff pastries, but I got a bag of highly delicious and addictive ones for Christmas.
While they are not dangerous enough to be immediately fatal, that heavy rich filling inside has, coupled with recent events, made me think about substitute fillings that could be more immediately fatal. Each puff pastry is large enough to contain the same amount of PETN explosive (or TATP, Semtex, or what-have-you) that was found inside Umar Abdulmutallab’s panties. It wouldn’t be hard for your typical psychopathic Islamist baker to get enough of that nasty stuff into cream puff pastries to turn a lot of people and their souls into tiny flying rhinocerotic shapes.
And damn! If I allowed my imagination to get the better of me, I could claim that I now finally understand the clairvoyant subtext of Jerry Garcia’s “Cream Puff War.” The silly lyrics that for years never made sense (except as a recipe) are taking shape now:

Well, can’t you see that you’re killing each other’s soul
You’re both out in the streets and you got no place to go
Your constant battles are getting to be a bore
So go somewhere else and continue your cream puff war

I never saw any message at all. It wasn’t until last week that it ever occurred to me that seemingly “innocent” creampuffs might be made literally fatal, but live and learn.
One of these days I should analyze what I saw on TV the other night….
The total disintegration of a reality show. Too many fragments of lost meaning.
HT: Veeshir for reminding me that going with the flow of doom can be a form of entertainment.
And above all, art!