reads a cartoonish illustration of a man holding a scroll in Mary Douglas' Thinking in Circles (p. 35). juicing the animal. I remember an art class in the first days of fifth grade, embarking on what would be a yearlong project of producing our own dinosaurs from "scratch" (how else), with papier mâche, etc. the project was legendary among the students, who had grown up watching older classes divine their own variations, who had theirs all planned out, comparing what personal touches they would add, but completely new to me, a last minute transfer, as of a few weeks before the start of the school year. the teacher (thick curls, loudmouthed but in her way, very kind, a nicer Susie from Curb) asked us, where do we begin a sculpture, how do we build it out? silence, some errant guesses. with the dinosaur's torso, I said. I don't know where the answer came from, I was very shy, but: we start there, and only from that hard core can we append on its protruding legs and hands, a head. Steiner's threefold being and naturally, our dan tian.
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