#ola

The only ethical principle which has made science possible is that the truth shall be told all the time. If we do not penalize false statements made in error, we open up the way for false statements by intention. And a false statement of fact, made deliberately, is the most serious crime a scientist can commit. ↗

— Dorothy L. Sayers

#falsification #honesty #integrity #lies #scholars

Just the other day, I was in my neighborhood Starbucks, waiting for the post office to open. I was enjoying a chocolatey cafe mocha when it occurred to me that to drink a mocha is to gulp down the entire history of the New World. From the Spanish exportation of Aztec cacao, and the Dutch invention of the chemical process for making cocoa, on down to the capitalist empire of Hershey, PA, and the lifestyle marketing of Seattle's Starbucks, the modern mocha is a bittersweet concoction of imperialism, genocide, invention, and consumerism served with whipped cream on top. ↗

— Sarah Vowell

#coffee #history #coffee

He showed the words “chocolate cake” to a group of Americans and recorded their word associations. “Guilt” was the top response. If that strikes you as unexceptional, consider the response of French eaters to the same prompt: “celebration. ↗

— Michael Pollan

#chocolate #chocolate-cake #connotations #food #french

Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves; just as in the experiment, we need oxygen and a candle to help. In this case, the oxygen, for example, would come from the breath of the person you love; the candle could be any kind of food, music, caress, word, or sound that engenders the explosion that lights one of the matches. ↗

— Laura Esquivel

#passion #water-for-chocolate #experience

How funny would it be if we left a trail of Faerie dust in our wake?” “That would be hilarious.” I laughed. “It’s a shame we don’t produce any.” Do we? I idiotically shook my hand as I tried to brandish Faerie dust like Tinkerbell. It didn’t work. ↗

— Cesya MaRae Cuono

#elemental-reality #lola #funny

Every man becomes the image of the God he adores. He whose worship is directed to a dead thing becomes dead. He who loves corruption rots. He who loves a shadow becomes, himself, a shadow. He who loves things that must perish lives in dread of their perishing. ↗

— Thomas Merton

#idolatry #worship #love

OK. Yoga position 99. Relax and tune into your inner self, trying hard to forget that your outer self is stark naked! ↗

— Nicholas Reardon

#hair #manga #reardon #ya #love

Feathers blowing in the wind is no more a bird than a pile of crumpled up receipts from champagne, chocolate, and flower purchases is a true indication that a man loves a woman.
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— Jarod Kintz

#chocolate #flowers #love #true #wind

but she had a secret and that was uncontrollable hair. She knew that most girls complained about their hair, in fact hers looked perfect. She loved her uncontrollable soft long blond hair, it was only that she just wished it would stop stealing chocolates and threatening to bite people! ↗

— Nicholas Reardon

#manga #reardon #ya #love

Where did you get that candy again?" Leven asked, worried. "The pile said 'flavored'," Clover answered back, his face a chocolatey mess. "Flavored?" Leven said exasperated. "Are you sure?" "Yes," Clover argued. "F-l-a-w-e-d--flavored. ↗

— Obert Skye

#humor #humor