Staff got off to a roaring start, thanks to effervescent reader Elsa Woodaman, who jumped right in with bubbling insight to last week’s question from TAZZ (Temporary Autonomous Zippy Zone):
Why Are We Here if not to extract combustibles from the earth??
Gang,
I am so happy to live in TAZZ! I used to teach an existentialism course and let me tell you, that crew of misfits lead by the wonky-eyed Jean Paul Sartre was the opposite of zippy. I mean, a theory like "hell is other people" is not going to get you a lot of dinner party invitations – not in TAZZ, anyway. Those philosophers could not even agree on any meaning of life, but as they say, you can have three Frenchmen in a room and you'll end up with nineteen opinions!
At any rate, perhaps the meaning of life is Kabbalistic and we are just meant to look for it in vain. Or everyone has a different meaning, like some mystical fingerprint. I'll know more later today after I've had a few drinks. Please reach out then.....
Thanks for the wonderful flossophies!
Elsa of TAZZ
With scads of other responses to parse, staff nevertheless lingered on Ms. Woodaman’s dismissal of any theory that might alienate dinner party invitations. Because why generate a theory that won’t generate free food. At least lunch. Or a doughnut.
Staff was further diverted from sorting and parsing and head-scratching its way through the pile of non-fossil-based theories by this brilliant acronomical upgrade from Tom Kelley out there on continent’s edge in Morro Bay, California: "Instead of TAZZ, I nominate and vote by acclamation for Jocose Autonomous Zippy Zone, or JAZZ."
Thanks, Tom! Acclamation accepted, JAZZ it is, unfortunately, because staff then launched into its own acronomical zippy zone, or Project Abandonment Syndrome, PAS . . .because the pile of non-combustible theories of the human mission lay unpoked, or unkindled as it were. Abandoned.
Serendipitously, a series of three-dimensional answers to the immortal questions emerged from the pile or the ether, as if the Time Machine herself wanted to bolster the inquiry with massive ruminations . . .
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Fictionary Friday: Words You Need. Whether you know it or not.
Oobiquitous(oooo bick kwih tuss) Noun: All the weird stuff that's hovering.
In a sentence:Pasaquan burbles with spirit questions that pour concretely into
the oobiquitous, as if Easter Island meets its foil in the Tropic of Cancer.
Fizzdom Friday: from our
collection of favorite quotes.
"The outcome of any serious research can only be to make two questions grow where only one grew before. – Thorstein Veblen
Wikipedia Friday Favorite: In honor of the intersection of curiosity and logarithmically expanding human knowledge, we offer a weekly favorite obscure Wikipedia page. Combo of TAZZ and JAZZ and the other-worldly answers to unasked questions on a remote country road in southwest Georgia.
