I want to post on a subject that the latest issue of Utne Reader explores a bit this month, which is the question of how we, as human beings, live our lives day to day with the full realization that we will one day die.
I want to write about how I’m both terrifed and intensely curious about that final exit, about how that contradiction permeates everything I write.
I want to write about how adept we are at sidestepping the reality of death, how we are so good at denying it, about how we’re so good at keeping ourselves distracted.
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But wait, check this out: the world’s biggest Funyun!
We find it in a bag of Funyuns, so we’re pretty sure it was meant to be a Funyun itself, but somehow evaded the big slicing blade that cuts the dough into onion-like shapes. To some, seeing this is like getting a glimpse into the slaughterhouse. “So this is where our food comes from!” To some, it’s a sobering reminder of the truth behind those packaged foods we take for granted. It’s corporate, it’s phony, it’s…well, kinda disgusting.
To me, it looks like a big ol’ sand worm:
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i can’t believe i missed this. the tremors pic is priceless man.
I would most certainly have been much more terrified by a living, breathing funyun coming to get me. The smell alone and let’s not forget the wicked aftertaste. Scary!
My sister was eating funyuns the other day and we found one that was 5 1/2” bye 2 1/2” and we are saving it and planning to auction it off on ebay for 15.00$
YUMMY!!!!