Althouse: "They're dirty little guys, and they don't smell good, but you always feel really good after you plant them."

June 7, 2008

"They're dirty little guys, and they don't smell good, but you always feel really good after you plant them."

Would you like to plant an oyster garden at home?

10 comments:

bearbee said...: Yeah, if I could have a dock.; 6/7/08, 9:39 AM
Trooper York said...: That'w what the Colombos said about the Russo's from Bath Beach.; 6/7/08, 9:40 AM
UWS guy said...: There once was an oyster, whose story I'll tell
Who found that some sand, had gotten into his shell
It was only a grain, but gave him great pain
For oysters have feelings, although they are plain

Now, did he berate the harsh workings of fate
That had brought him to such a deplorable state?
"No", he said to himself, "Since I cannot remove it",
I'll lie in my shell, and think how to improve it",

The years rolled around, as the years always do,
And he came to his ultimate destiny .... stew.
Now the small grain of sand that had bothered him so,
Was a beautiful pearl all richly aglow,

This tale has a morale, for isn't it grand,
What an oyster can do with a morsel of sand?
Think...what could we do, if we'd only begin,
With some of the things that get under our skin.; 6/7/08, 10:31 AM
rhhardin said...: The oyster is about as large as a medium-sized pebble, but rougher looking and less uniform in color, brilliantly whitish. An obstinately closed world, which, however, can be opened: grasp it in the hollow of a dishcloth, use a chipped, not too sharp knife, then give it a few tries. Prying fingers cut themselves on it, and break their nails: crude work. Blows mark its envelope with white circles, sorts of halos.

Inside, a whole world, both food and drink: under a firmament (strictly speaking) of mother-of-pearl, the heavens above sinking onto the heavens below form a mere puddle, a viscous, greenish sack fringed with blackish lace that ebbs and flows in your eyes and nostrils.

Sometimes, through rarely, a formula purls from its nacreous throat, which is immediately used as a personal adornment.

Francis Ponge; 6/7/08, 11:35 AM
Revenant said...: Seems like an interesting way to help the species.; 6/7/08, 12:10 PM
bearbee said...: That'w what the Colombos said about the Russo's from Bath Beach.

Had me laughing once I figured out who the Colombos and Russo's were.; 6/7/08, 1:40 PM
rhhardin said...: Oysters unwelcome.; 6/7/08, 6:00 PM
Mrs. Roberta Glinkle said...: It's too late to do a Spring planting and expect an Autumn harvest.

It's also too late for a Spring conception, if you want your child to be born in early Winter, like Jesus was.; 6/7/08, 6:28 PM
Meade said...: "Would you like to plant an oyster garden at home?"

No thanks. Raising them would lead to eating them and eating them would lead to even higher levels of testosterone in my bloodstream. Like I don't already have enough problems with women?; 6/7/08, 7:30 PM
Anonymous said...: I'm tired of the environment.

I'm going to go water my lawn, needlessly.; 6/7/08, 9:19 PM