Thursday, September 24, 2009

Time, Time, Time

Where does it go? And when it gets there, will they be serving margaritas? What does it do with itself? Who keeps it? Is it bossed around, corraled in, horded up in some fortressed Federal Reserve Time Bank in the Sky and meted out to people over the course of an eternity's worth of reincarnations? Or does it simply disappear, like a handful of powdered sugar blown into a wind storm, its molecules self-dividing into increasingly smaller particles forever and ever and ever, on into infinity?

I have no idea. All I know is, I don't like the way it flies.

But, fly it has since the last time I posted something to the Undaunted Baker, so I just bridged the gap. Hop on over, why don't you, for a tasty cookie treat that will have you thinking: "Gee, where have these Key Lime Frosties been all my life?" Click here.

And I'll just sit right here and ponder the temporal/spatial implications of eating an entire plate of these in the face of an impending five mile run, which, it seems, is the only kind of time that doesn't fly as far as I'm concerned.

19 comments:

Doris Rose said...

shoot girl. you're a friggin' philosphical poetess this morning.
I have to admit, I do know the answer to your quandrical riddle, but I am not allowed to share it. I will only say that it does have something to do with cookies...

TROLL Y2K said...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%22Repent,_Harlequin!%22_Said_the_Ticktockman

Don't know if you've read "Repent Harlequin!, Said the Ticktockman" by Harlan Ellison.

Quite good. In a lot of "Best Short Stories" anthologies.

I remember it as kinda sorta Libertarianish.

Boxer said...

*sigh*

it all moves too fast.

time for cookies!

fishy said...

Moi,
I had a client a few years back you ran 6 miles a day, wind, rain, snow or sun. She claims she does this because she loves to eat and she figured out she could eat anything she wanted, anytime she wanted as long as she did her miles. So surely there is a measurable exchange rate between the calories in a plate of cookies and calories expended per mile? Happy eating!

Oh, there IS a reason we have the expression of a time "warp" :-)
Great writing Moi, no surprise you're a pro at this.

Big Shamu said...

Harlan Ellison ROCKS! A Boy and His Dog and I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream. Troll's right, one of Harlan's best and a great short story.

Oh and BRING ON MORE BAKING!!!

moi said...

Doris: Hmmmm . . . cookies in the 5th dimension?

Troll: Wow, I haven't thought of his work in years, but I remember reading a few short stories in college and I LOVED "A Boy and His Dog" – even the film version. Thanks! I'll go dig him up now!

Boxer: Are cookies like martinis, I wonder? Somewhere on the planet, it's always Cookie Hour?

Fishy: That's it in a nutshell: I run/hike/ski/bike/swim so I can eat, eat, eat!

Shamu: I'm baking up cookies like there's no tomorrow. Another recipe will be up soon. And, it's almost time for biscochitos! Only THIS year, I will form them in the shape of squirrels, thanks to your rockin' cookie cutter giftee. Bwahahahahaha!

Big Shamu said...

hehhehehehehehehehehehe

I love de squirrlys sooo much I can just eat them up.

TROLL Y2K said...

Cool. Seems you and Shamu are far more knowledgeable about Ellison's work than I. Didn't know "A Boy and His Dog" was a book. Maybe I'll find it.

moi said...

Shamu: Oh yes, it twill indeed be the Season of the Squirrel cookie! Chomp, chomp, chomp.

Troll: It's a short story. You can find it in the collection, The Beast that Shouted Love at the Heart of the World. Good stuff!

pam said...

Sign me up for martini/cookie hour! This cooler weather makes me want to get the baking pans out. I'm craving chocolate cake with the gooey runny chocolate icing. MMMMMMM.

A runway snark is up over on my page, stop on by.

K9 said...

beautiful! i loved how your imagery prepared us for baking...the materials used in your poetic musing. well done. key lime? i am so there.

Gnomeself Be True said...

Key Lime frosties...did I mention I'm on a diet?
No key lime for me, dang.

Wendy said...
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Wendy said...

Sigh. Time gets larger, not smaller. I know, as it is all over my ass. I, like Gnomeself, am on a diet. I want a cookie very much.

Aunty Belle said...

I'se wif' Pam: CHOCOLATE!!
But...wif' a side of Key Lime. HEh.

moi said...

Pam: I have a good, gooey, chocolaty cookie coming up soon . . .

K9: I'll walk a gazillion miles for anything with lime in it. Ya think an accompanying Mojito would be overkill?

Gnome: Dude, diet's a nasty, nasty word. Sorry to hear it.

Wendy: See comment to Gnome. May it pass quickly.

Aunty: I'm trying to remember where I tasted chocolate and lime together . . . Sounds odd but it was good!

K9 said...

re: auntys wish. i remember. one of those chocolates that shamu brought to seattle/

Big Shamu said...

Mmmmmmmm. HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEH!!!

moi said...

K9: Yes! The Christopher Elbows! So beautiful, I hated to eat them.

Shamu: If you were Sioux? Your name would be She Who Travels With Rockin' Gifts.