Electric Saffron Aioli Acid Test

Friend-of-the-blog Ian Williams wrote a few days ago, of Zap Your PRAM and his reason for attending:

It may not always work, but just dipping your head into the cold, bracing water of other peoples’ obsessions can occasionally give you something you didn’t even know you needed.

If we unpacked our own rationale for organizing Zap, I think we’d come up with something quite similar. The danger of this, of course, is that when you discover things you didn’t even know you needed, these things can be inconvenient: “I need to enter the seminary,” for example, or “everything I’ve been thinking for the last 15 years is bullshit” (examples for demonstration purposes only).

And so burbling through my mind, along with the pride and accomplishment of having helped to create something so awesome, and the thrill of hybridizing so many brilliantisms into my genome, is the terror that comes from a mind opened wider than usual.

The effect has not been unlike a sort of weird fire-grilled acid trip: the colours are brighter, the music sounds like tangerines, it may well take three weeks to recover, and I’ll still be having flashbacks in February.

Time to sleep.