Your Appetite For Death And The Taste Of Its Mouth*
With Seville's World Flamenco Fair
coming up on October 3, I was astonished to find, thanks to the samples [MP3 and Real Audio req.
] offered by the Flamenco World
website, how revitalized it's recently been by eclecticism and sheer, uninhibited imagination
. And here's an interesting collection of essays and links
to pour over while you're listening...
*Nobody knows you. No. But I sing of you. For posterity I sing of your profile and grace. Of the signal maturity of your understanding. Of your appetite for death and the taste of its mouth. - Federico Garcia Lorca
When I Die I Want...
The whole world to dance? Stop in its tracks? No one to notice? Everyone else to die too? Or will a simple deleted MetaFilter thread do? It's not only control freaks who have an idea of how they'd like their own funeral to go. Matthew Parris
, for instance, wants a trial with a counsel for the prosecution, as well as the obligatory one for his defense... [Cultural attitudes to death vary wildly and convey different images which may or may not exactly reflect the predominant attitude towards life. Well, for making your own very particular arrangements, despite the gruesome sideshows, The Sepulcher and The Dark Side Of The Web are two resources to die for.
Long May You Live, Yeah - But How Long Exactly Will It Be?
Today is Dia De Los Muertos
and it's high time you found out just how long you'll remain amongst Los Vivos
. So go ahead and try North Western Mutual's Longevity Game
. And here's an appropriately macabre twist to add to your findings: If you knew you were going to die tomorrow, God forbid, what would you choose as your last meal