I have it on Jewish rye just to round out the multicultural experience. It's better than you'd expect but I imagine it is only available in the southwest. I don't think most people elsewhere have any idea of what "queso fresco & chipotle" might taste like, which by the way, this doesn't really very much.
Was there actually much more to Ludwig von Bertallanfy than a shabby math-less imitation of Norebrt Wiener, likely with a more cultivated accent? And was Ludwig von Drake, in turn, based on von Bertallanfy?
If so, my fascination with Norbert Wiener goes back even longer than I had thought.
In case you missed it, Joe Romm has a great David Horsey cartoon up considering how things might look in the case of an alternative cause for global warming.
In honor of that, here's a snippet from Throb's that I'm fond of:
1/51 is bit of India entirely within a bit of Bangladesh that is entirely within a bit of India that is entirely within Bangladesh. (Scale is km)
Here's a photo of the most recursive boundary on earth:
Here is another enclave within an enclave, but this one not within yet another enclave; there are several of those in the region.
The whole border in that neighborhood is almost fractal, as if some of those jute plants were divided into Muslim leaves and Hindu leaves.
I suppose it's less brutal than the simpler partition that occurred elsewhere. It appears that the enclaves and sub-enclaves are having trouble getting services. Imagine that. Also, in some places the borders are actually enforced with fences and gates and all, while in others they are ignored.
Les quelques sous que tu vas gagner Faudra pour ça durement travailler Te lever aux aurores Automne comme été Tu auras beau économiser Tu ne pourras rien mettre de côté Et là-dessus encore Heureuse si tu peux Aller danser
Chante, danse Baby pop Comme si demain Baby pop Ne devais jamais Baby pop Jamais revenir Chante, danse Baby pop Comme si demain Baby pop Au petit matin Baby pop Tu devais mourir
Sur l'amour tu te fais des idées Un jour ou l'autre c'est obligé Tu seras une pauvre gosse Seule et abandonnée Tu finiras par te marier Peut-être même contre ton gré À la nuit de tes noces Il sera trop tard pour Le regretter
Chante, danse Baby pop Comme si demain Baby pop Ne devais jamais Baby pop Jamais revenir Chante, danse Baby pop Comme si demain Baby pop Au petit matin Baby pop Tu devais mourir
Tu ne peux ignorer les dangers Que représentent les libertés Les menaces de guerre Semblent se préciser À cet instant Baby tu le sais Où tous les soleils vont se lever Quelque part sur la terre Les balles sifflent Le sang est versé
Chante, danse Baby pop Comme si demain Baby pop Ne devais jamais Baby pop Jamais revenir Chante, danse Baby pop Comme si demain Baby pop Au petit matin Baby pop Tu devais mourir
You think I am making this up but I am not. 
