God søndag og velkommen til nye smakebiter!

I dag har jeg vært med på å lage til et stort arrangement på biblioteket. Det var fotoutstilling, opptredener og en mengde ulike aktiviteter for små og store. Mannen min og jeg hadde ansvar for maten. Vi hadde spurt mennesker fra ulike land om å komme med eksempler på deres mat. Vi hadde mat fra Etiopia, Columbia, Brasil, Sveits, Tyrkia og Norge. Det var mannen min som stod for den norske maten. Han stekte 170 lapper (sveler) mens vi var der.

Nå har vi satt oss ned for å hvile littegrann, samtidig som vi har besøk av barnebarnet vårt. Mannen min lager også klar middager som vi skal levere til mor i morgen. Det er ikke alltid helgene er så avslappende!

Jeg leser som vanlig flere bøker, blant annet Mythos av Stephen Fry. Jeg tenkte dere skulle få smakebit fra den.

These days the origin of the universe is explained by proposing a Big Bang, a single event that instantly brought into beeing all the matter from wich everything and everyone are made.
The ancient Greeks had a different idea. They said that it all started not with a bang, but with CHAOS.
Was Chaos a god – a devine beeing – or simply a state of nothingness? Or was Chaos, just as we would use the word today, a kind of terrible mess, like a teenagers bedroom, only worse?
Think of Chaos perhaps as a kind of grand cosmic yawn. As in a yawning chasm or a yawning void.
Whether Chaos brought life and substance out of nothing or whether Chaos yawned life up or dreamed it up, or conjured it up in some other way I don’t know. I wasn’t there. Nor where you. And yet in a way we were, because all the bits that makes us were there. It is enough to say that greeks thought it was Chaos who, a massive hive, or a great shrug or hiccup, vomit or cough, began the long chain of creation that has ended with pelikans and penicillin and toadstols and toads, sea-lions, seals, lions, human beings and daffodils and murder and art and love and confusion and death and madness and biscuits.

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