i once had a friend.

lemon globe
Before dinner I made our guests shut their eyes and jam a lemon against a spinning globe, insisting that the fruit would guide them to their ideal future home. Only a few selected the ocean; others ended up in Tahiti and Venezuela, while I hit Perth - no passport required!

lemon spider
At work I distracted myself by forming a spider from a lemon and twenty-four paper clips. Menacing!

lemon ramp
After the football match the 50,000-strong crowd descended via ramps to the ground. Alongside them lemons rolled, hitting legs and abruptly stopping.

The Feeling of Free Will, Some Ramblings
In discussions of free will, one of the regular appeals of its proponents is to the idea that they have an intuition of their own agency. What is the nature of this intuition?

At first we may suppose that it is an experience like my experience of an apple. But does this make sense? I see the apple, I taste it, I feel it, I smell it, I hear it perhaps if it falls on someone's head. What is it I am doing to the free will such that I experience it?

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lemon cake
On my birthday my colleague Meg brought a home-baked lemon cake to work, despite her reputation as a non-baker. It looked like a flying saucer and tasted absolutely delicious, topped with a big pile of fresh fruit. They sang; I cut; we ate together.

lemon jelly
I made lemon jelly from a cheap packet, using emptied half-lemons as molds. By morning they'd set beautifully, and showed off two strikingly different yellows.

lemon weighed
In the supermarket I devised a game whereby George would display two pieces of fruit and I'd guess which was heaviest. One had to be a lemon, and I wasn't allowed to hold. I was predictably awful at the game, constantly overestimating the weight of lemons. My friend did much better, once we'd switched. Pear? Heavier. Onion? Heavier.

~~radio show~~
Listen to me talking about death, saints and this blog on Radio National's "Book Show" program: http://www.abc.net.au/rn/bookshow/stories/2009/2619486.htm
Enjoy!

lemon swan-pecked
From the banks of Albert Park Lake I held a large yellow lemon, tempting black swans to glide their way towards me and peck. Their disappointment registered as a chorus of grunts and squeaks. Their friends caught on quickly, and I found myself birdless.

lemon height
On the living room floor I measured myself in lemons, pleased to discover that my height in lemons is identical to my age in years!

lemon sangria
My birthday party drink was a fizzy sangria, mixing lemonade, soda water, orange juice and red wine, served in a vase-like container in which sagged a truly gigantic spiral-cut lemon.

lemon coke
I used a hand-picked lemon to make a strong version of a Hong Kong lemon Coke, pouring the cola over an entire fruit, thinly sliced and bobbing. Delicious!

lemon rubbing
We had a coin-rubbing activity at work, so I used the crayons to rub a lemon, creating bronze and silver smears in which patterns could be seen.

I was having a chat with a friend the other day and he said "A vice is the opposite of virtue, but what is the opposite of virtuous?" and I said that it was sematically it was vicious. He couple of days later he comes back and say "It's dissolute". I suppose this is true in a way, but it's not the exact opposite, is it?

Am I right in thinking it's vicious?

lemon trampoline
The house on the corner has a trampoline in its yard, fenced in by mesh. I launched a series of lemons towards it, hearing them hopelessly bounce, wondering what the neighbours would think when they found their trampoline fruit-covered next morning.

lemon spun
After the musical we had cocktails, and during the cocktails we played "spin the lemon." If the fruit chose you, you had to kiss someone. I kissed a girl! Girls kissed each other!

lemon four-wheel drive
By night, I placed lemons under the wheels of an oversized four-wheel drive in a carpark.

lemon plucked
Once, hanging clothes at night, I noticed a lemon tree in the yard of my neighbours, just within reach. I clambered onto a platform and stretched my hand across the divide, pushing through leaves and mesh until I was grasping lemons, and picking them.

lemon lottery
Australia's "Super 7" lottery had jackpotted to $90 million dollars so I used a spinning lemon to choose my numbers and enter the draw. No luck, but the spinning itself was enjoyable: 2, 8, 9, 27, 33, 37, 40.

lemon beer
It was a strange party. There was an open fire, and a lull at the bar. Sneakily, I switched on a beer tap above a lemon, then greedily sucked off the beer. Retreating, I noticed that the tap was both inaccessible and still running - so much precious liquid lost!

lemon microfiche
At the State Library of Victoria's Genealogy Centre I placed a thin slice of lemon beneath the lens of a microfiche reader, enjoying the massively enlarged view of flesh, juice and seeds.

lemon under a tram
On Collins Street I placed a lemon on the tram-tracks and waited for the #109. It glided in, heavily, slicing the fruit and smearing juice over the concrete.

lemon incinerated
In front of Melbourne's Shrine of Remembrance a flame burns and burns. I threw it a lemon and missed, one night, then launched a second with devastating accuracy. The fruit sat there, hissing, turning dark and then white, suffering the relentless fire. I stood beside it for a few minutes, blinding myself. Then it rained.

For all you Plantinga fans out there...
Going off of what

edcalamia and

mendaciloquent said in this post, I've decided to make Plantinga my “disciple” philosopher. Why? I have no clue what to make of him, but he's very fun to debate on the side of because most atheists don't even know who he is.
( Anyway, here goes... )

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