Music

It's a handy key to our distant past. Whether it's alien or not, when the sound of which hits some memory strings, it opens a world of ethereal images, bright places, pretty faces, and intoxicating scents that make you 16 years old once again. Like a bomb, it penetrates your inner world before it explodes and blows you back to the days of innocence and childish indifference. Aaah, music. Indeed, nothing beats this fountain of youth.

The Housemartins's Build is one of those sounds that brings me back to the good old days, which, luckily, are just around the corner everyday.

Cooking is the best art!

Cooking is an art whose product could satisfy one's grumbling stomach. In cooking, learning from a great cook does not necessarily mean that you are going to do a cheap imitation of a master's work. In cooking, reasonable people don't say, "If the cook is Mike, then the food is great." In cooking, people don't normally raise the sort of questions people ask in painting: "Is this Monet?" In cooking, greatness always depend on the taste of food and not on the name of the cook, and that's another thing that seems to make cooking greater than what painters do. I still like to paint though.

In painting, whether the work that you possess is ugly or not, if it's an original work of a "master" like Monet, Van Gogh, or Picasso, then it must be a "good" painting. In painting, the value of the product may depend on the simple name of who did it, and that is to say, in painting, you can forget about beauty or the lack of which. In cooking, you can't just declare that the food is good without putting it in your mouth. Unlike painting, "beauty" (taste of food) in cooking is always an issue. And regardless of who cooked the food, if it is great, it is great.