It’s interesting to also realize that rain is the source of the water we do usually drink–and water treatment plants wouldn’t take any of the things out that might be bad in rain water. Rain is about as pure as it gets–unless it sluices down your roof into a glass of water. Snow, on the other hand, is another matter, since snow flakes form around specks of dust that just might be a pollutants. I’m old enough to remember atmospheric atomic tests that were followed by warnings to not eat the snow. Of course it was always the Russian tests–and not our own–that were thought to be the source of such danger. Also, there’s a wonderfully strange story in Robert Olen Butler’s collection Tabloid Dreams in which a victim of the sinking of the Titanic is reincarnated as sentient water that ends up in a person’s waterbed.
Perfectly chilled martini? Fill a martini glass with snow, fill with room temperature vodka. Snow melts in the pouring and chills and dilutes the vodka just right.
Now you’re talkin: snow martini. Also, I once knew a boy who fashioned an anatomically correct snow woman and, well…don’t get your snow from just anywhere.
y’know, I hadn’t thought about it. It is an astute observation.
Dear clusterflock: Do we measure the astute-ness of observations by the likelihood that we would make them ourselves?
Yes, I think so, Dave.
I thought it was astute as well, fyi.
Let’s get together and call ourselves a intsitute… sorry, couldn’t resist, sorry Paul Simon
I too agree with Deron’s observation. But if we all think like Derek White back in Kenya, it might be just the thing we want.
It’s interesting to also realize that rain is the source of the water we do usually drink–and water treatment plants wouldn’t take any of the things out that might be bad in rain water. Rain is about as pure as it gets–unless it sluices down your roof into a glass of water. Snow, on the other hand, is another matter, since snow flakes form around specks of dust that just might be a pollutants. I’m old enough to remember atmospheric atomic tests that were followed by warnings to not eat the snow. Of course it was always the Russian tests–and not our own–that were thought to be the source of such danger. Also, there’s a wonderfully strange story in Robert Olen Butler’s collection Tabloid Dreams in which a victim of the sinking of the Titanic is reincarnated as sentient water that ends up in a person’s waterbed.
I’d drink a glass of rain.
Rain is pure, except for the atmospheric sludge it must pass through to get to us. I’d drink a glass of rain in remote West Texas; in Dallas–nah.
Hell, I don’t even drink water, what am I saying?
Dude. I would.
I know you live in Texas, but you’d eat snow, no? I really loves me some fresh snow, actually.
Perfectly chilled martini? Fill a martini glass with snow, fill with room temperature vodka. Snow melts in the pouring and chills and dilutes the vodka just right.
Now you’re talkin: snow martini. Also, I once knew a boy who fashioned an anatomically correct snow woman and, well…don’t get your snow from just anywhere.
Dive into a sunken tub of vodka. Submerge and fill your mouth. Dash out and fling yourself face-down into a snowdrift. Part lips slightly.
Yes, well, keyword in my comment: fresh.
That word–fresh. Fresh idea. Getting fresh….
Fresh outta the hospital…
Freshet
Ooo, that sounds French.
Fresh ga-a-a-ar-bage.
Fresher ‘n a witch’s tit.
no, wait
Like a duck on a fresh June bug.
No. Wait.
Sheila, this ain’t got nothin to do with june bugs.
Aaah.
Well, it all depends on what one means by “June bug”, yes? Or “duck”, for that matter.
There you go talking French again.
Daryl, I will read the Robert Olen Butler tale. If i wind up in another incarnation, I know that it will be as sentient water.
sentient eau
I like that notion. Means next time around I’ll possess a certain added value.