ROASTED ON PROMISES

Walking down Beach Street to work today, I saw a deli sandwich board sign that read "All meats roasted on promises." How much do you love that concept, "roasted on promises?" Is that phrase related to "the road to hell is paved with good intentions?" (I didn't think corollary was really the right word there.)

In a romantic situation, roasted on promises is heat generated between lovers vows.

Also applies to the stock market, where Madoff's investors were more than roasted, they were singed, burned, and incinerated.

Somehow it seems related to hoist on one's own petard. Over-promising and under-delivering has roasted many a production company.

Digression, digression, digression. Mental meandering, where is thy sting?

Yes, okay, so I am a little lost. Life on Planet Earth seems extra-fragile, tenuous, and ... I don't know ... weird and insecure. I realize that in historical terms, the long view, this may not be so very extra-ordinary. But the Japanese earthquake, tsunamis, nuclear meltdown, Libya, Somalian pirates, Afghanistan, Wisconsin, a  ludicrous noise in our political system, ridiculous economics, etc ...

I needn't go on, right? I am finding difficult to find energy and optimism. Still, the dishes are done, the desk is looking better, I was conservative in financial and caloric matters, today. I am sober. And I am nearly done with a post before midnight.

Perhaps some sama vritti will raise the spirits and soothe the mind for sleep.