“Wait till the honeying of the lune, love! Die eve, little eve, die!” Telmetale of Stobhach Gaelach, Guinness and Lady Galadriel.

A few words from Finnegans Wake and we’re off.  Last night, Bloomsday evening fell, along with the one hundredth anniversary of Dubliners reaching the world, the amazing short story collection from Mr. Joyce featuring “The Dead,” and its mesmerizing final lines, “His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and … Continue reading “Wait till the honeying of the lune, love! Die eve, little eve, die!” Telmetale of Stobhach Gaelach, Guinness and Lady Galadriel.

Know Thy Eating.

Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you who you are, Jean-Anthelme Brillat-Savarin writes, and there can be no question the answer philosophically challenges us.  This blog seeks to engage with the aesthetics, ethics, metaphysics, and philosophy of food.  I begin with the proposition that eating is an agricultural act, writes Wendell Berry … Continue reading Know Thy Eating.