Each year, the Nobel Prize committee divvies out awards to those that have excelled in a specific field. Economics, for example, was featured in Ron Howard’s version of A Beautiful Mind and based on Sylvia Nasar’s biography of John F. Nash Jr.
I have a theory, also. I call it the “Corn Theory.” The concept is simple. Too much of one of your favorite things can lead to a decrease in your appreciation for the former. In other words, if you eat too much corn, your gluttony overtakes your enjoyment and that, one time, favorite is compromised. It’s a sound theory. I’ve experimented with chocolate brownies, Cherry Garcia Ice Cream, and Czech Bud Var Pilsner.
So, I have the theory. However, the Nobel folks aren’t likely to shine the light on me unless I can show a practical application with everyday innovative use.
Crap, I’m getting too deep, and I’m, even, boring myself to tears. Does Nobel like boring?
|Think of it this way. Do you really think a Carnie worker gets a kick out of
riding the Ferriswheel? All that spinning after downing a forty ouncer mixed
with the hepatitis medication can ruin the experience I suppose. However, the
fact remains that they see those spinning conglomerates of aluminum and chewing
gum every day. |
A constant exposure to upraised or down set toilet seats, mothers’-in-law who keep locating your new address, unremitting requests to fix the sink, and minivans influence what you, one time, thought to be your favorite “thing” in the world. Some people compensate by obtaining other favorite “things.” This, generally, leads to your first favorite thing walking away with 50% of your overall favorite things. You’re left with a query of how you could, possibility, have considered her a favorite in the first place.
I have a new theory. It involves bigamy and prenuptial agreements. I call it the “You take out the trash, I’m busy…” theory.