Machiavelli:So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely chicken's dominion maintained.
Hippocrates:Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its pancreas.
Jacques Derrida:Any number of contending discourses may be discovered within the act of the chicken crossing the road, and each interpretation is equally valid as the authorial intent can never be discerned, because structuralism is DEAD, DAMMIT, DEAD!
Thomas de Torquemada:Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I'll find out.
Timothy Leary:Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take.
Nietzsche:Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.
Oliver North:National Security was at stake.
B.F. Skinner:Because the external influences which had pervaded its sensorium from birth had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of its own free will.
Carl Jung:The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and therefore synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.
Jean-Paul Sartre:In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.
Ludwig Wittgenstein:The possibility of "crossing" was encoded into the objects "chicken" and "road", and circumstances came into being which caused the actualization of this potential occurrence.
Albert Einstein:Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Aristotle:To actualize its potential.
Buddha:If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.
Howard Cosell:It may very well have been one of the most astonishing events to grace the annals of history. An historic, unprecedented avian biped with the temerity to attempt such an herculean achievement formerly relegated to homo sapien pedestrians is truly a remarkable occurence.
Salvador Dali:The Fish.
Darwin:It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.
Emily Dickinson:Because it could not stop for death.
Ralph Waldo Emerson:It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.
Johann von Goethe:The eternal hen-principle made it do it.
Ernest Hemingway:To die. In the rain.
Werner Heisenberg:We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving very fast.
David Hume:Out of custom and habit.
Jack Nicholson:'Cause it [censored] wanted to. That's the [censored] reason.
Pyrrho the Skeptic:What road?
Ronald Reagan:I forget.
John Sununu:The Air Force was only too happy to provide the transportation, so quite understandably the chicken availed himself of the opportunity.
The Sphinx:You tell me.
Mr. T.:If you saw me coming you'd cross the road too!
Henry David Thoreau:To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow out of life.
Mark Twain:The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.
Molly Yard:It was a hen!
Zeno of Elea:To prove it could never reach the other side.
Chaucer:So priketh hem nature in hir corages.
Wordsworth:To wander lonely as a cloud.
The Godfather:I didn't want its mother to see it like that.
Keats:Philosophy will clip a chicken's wings.
Blake:To see heaven in a wild fowl.
Dr. Johnson:Sir, had you known the Chicken for as long as I have, you would not so readily enquire, but feel rather the Need to resist such a public Display of your own lamentable and incorrigible Ignorance.
Mrs. Thatcher:This chicken's not for turning.
Supreme Soviet:There has never been a chicken in this photograph.
Oscar Wilde:Why, indeed? One's social engagements whilst in town ought never expose one to such barbarous inconvenience - although, perhaps, if one must cross a road, one may do far worse than to cross it as the chicken in question.
Kafka:Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade insurance clerk who woke up that morning as a hen.
Swift:It is, of course, inevitable that such a loathsome, filth-ridden and degraded creature as Man should assume to question the actions of one in all respects his superior.
Macbeth:To have turned back were as tedious as to go o'er.
Whitehead:Clearly, having fallen victim to the fallacy of misplaced concreteness.
Freud:An die andere Seite zu kommen. (Much laughter.)
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I pour the filtered water into the water kettle and plug it in.
Lately, I’ve been brewing tea in the Chinese “gongfu cha” style. A style that is showy enough to attract some quizzical looks, which I was neither prepared for, nor did I have an answer to for weeks. In the first couple of days that I started doing this, I could only mutter that “it took me three years to get to this point”, seemingly knowing that on some subconscious level, making tea this way finally made sense. I didn’t have the rationale or words yet to prove it. It was the equivalent of gesturing with my hands towards the elaborate set of tray, gaiwan, serving pitcher, strainer, and tiny cups, about to start an explanation, but then having no words come out. Elaborate — yes, but I also knew it was purposeful. That every item on the tray here has a role.
The Zoji is beginning to over-enthusiastically announce that the water has boiled, and I promptly quiet it with the push of a button. I dispense some hot water into a serving pitcher, and deliver that steaming water to the gaiwan on the tray.
There’s nothing wrong with brewing tea in the typical twelve ounce mug with a good infuser basket — this is by far the best way to get started with brewing great loose leaf tea — but then there’s nothing really wrong with any way of brewing tea. It’s free form. Ultimately, whether it’s tea bag, samovar, tea basket, or a yixing clay tea pot, regardless of what anyone says, the arbitrator of its success is you. Tea is a beverage, and the agreeability of its taste is up to you.
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“It is to live with a refined attention to detail— the flowers of the
season, the sound of water poured onto stone, the time at which
evening turns to dusk— not because these things will enlarge the
self but because they bring our lives into harmony with that
which transcends the self.”—Georgia O’Keeffe (via cenizas)