Cinco de Mayo
I've always thought it was interesting that the Mexicans would celebrate their independance from French/Spanish imperialists with a day named after a French/Spanish condiment.
What the Philosophers say about reality is often as deceptive as when you see a sign in a second-hand store that reads: Pressing Done Here. If you went in with your clothes to have them pressed you would be fooled; the sign is for sale.
— Søren Kierkegaard, “Diapsalmata” from Either/Or.
I've always thought it was interesting that the Mexicans would celebrate their independance from French/Spanish imperialists with a day named after a French/Spanish condiment.
A fire broke out backstage in a theatre. The Clown came out to warn the public; they thought it was a joke and applauded. He repeated it; the acclaim was even greater. I think that's just how the world will come to an end: to general applause from wits who believe it's a joke.
— Søren Kierkegaard, “Diapsalmata” from Either/Or.
2 comments:
Wow. At this moment that is so funny to me that I am questioning my sanity. I think it has something to do with (1) being a Spanish major (2) who just finished term papers week.
You really know you've made it in the blog-o-sphere when university-students-of-questionable-sanity begin to find your terrible Mexican-holiday-puns funny.
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