Post with an old list of techniques for coping with depression? April 28, 2013 8:20 AM Subscribe
I'm sure that some time in the last month I read a post on AskMe related to stress/depression, and somebody posted a list, or a link to a list, of coping techniques originally created a long time ago (early 1900s?). As well as the usual exercise, read, spend time with friends etc, I remember one of the points starting along the lines of "don't expect too much of the human race..."
I thought I had favorited it, but can't find it, and site/google searches have failed me. Anyone able to point me to it?
I always cheer up when I read Schopenhauer. Also, constrict anus 100 times daily.
posted by thelonius at 4:03 AM on April 29, 2013
posted by thelonius at 4:03 AM on April 29, 2013
Apparently Sydney Smith, the author of the list of advice, would have been a Mefite had he lived in the current era.
His rhyming recipe for salad dressing:
Two boiled potatoes strained through a kitchen sieve,
Softness and smoothness to the salad give;
Of mordant mustard take a single spoon,
Distrust the condiment that bites too soon!
Yet deem it not, thou man of taste, a fault
To add a double quantity of salt.
Four times the spoon with oil of Lucca crown,
And twice with vinegar procured from town;
True taste requires it and your poet begs
The pounded yellow of two well-boiled eggs.
Let onion's atoms lurk within the bowl
And, scarce suspected, animate the whole,
And lastly in the flavoured compound toss
A magic spoonful of anchovy sauce.
Oh, great and glorious! Oh, herbaceous meat!
'Twould tempt the dying Anchorite to eat,
Back to the world he'd turn his weary soul
And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl.
posted by sciencegeek at 6:04 AM on April 29, 2013 [7 favorites]
His rhyming recipe for salad dressing:
Two boiled potatoes strained through a kitchen sieve,
Softness and smoothness to the salad give;
Of mordant mustard take a single spoon,
Distrust the condiment that bites too soon!
Yet deem it not, thou man of taste, a fault
To add a double quantity of salt.
Four times the spoon with oil of Lucca crown,
And twice with vinegar procured from town;
True taste requires it and your poet begs
The pounded yellow of two well-boiled eggs.
Let onion's atoms lurk within the bowl
And, scarce suspected, animate the whole,
And lastly in the flavoured compound toss
A magic spoonful of anchovy sauce.
Oh, great and glorious! Oh, herbaceous meat!
'Twould tempt the dying Anchorite to eat,
Back to the world he'd turn his weary soul
And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl.
posted by sciencegeek at 6:04 AM on April 29, 2013 [7 favorites]
spend time with friends etc
Dear etc,
In accordance with good advice, hallowed by long ages, I request the pleasure of your company, to warm my frosted soul in the bosom of our etcship.
Yours in etcliness,
q.k.
posted by the quidnunc kid at 6:25 AM on April 29, 2013 [4 favorites]
Dear etc,
In accordance with good advice, hallowed by long ages, I request the pleasure of your company, to warm my frosted soul in the bosom of our etcship.
Yours in etcliness,
q.k.
posted by the quidnunc kid at 6:25 AM on April 29, 2013 [4 favorites]
I now love Sydney Smith, but I would not put that dressing on my salad, even if I were a dying Anchorite, which I almost am.
posted by trip and a half at 7:45 AM on April 29, 2013 [1 favorite]
posted by trip and a half at 7:45 AM on April 29, 2013 [1 favorite]
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