“We’re All Mad Here.”

“ What sort of people live about here ?” “In that direction,” the Cat said, waving its right paw round, “ lives a Hatter: and in that direction,” waving the other paw, “lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they ’re both mad.” “ But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice … Continue reading “We’re All Mad Here.”

Thinking About The Rona While Cooking Viltkött Bourguignonne And Talking To Hannibal Lecter, Agent Smith And Luis P. Villarreal Who Are All Listening To Nina Simone Sing “Black Swan.”

Nymphs and Satyr as painted by William-Adolphe Bouguereau and dated 1873.  My eyes were reeling with such images lost in my forest, but having found my way out of branches and roots and the winding, gyring paths of Dr. Seuss and Quantum Mechanics, I’m back home to cut a filet of elk into stew pieces … Continue reading Thinking About The Rona While Cooking Viltkött Bourguignonne And Talking To Hannibal Lecter, Agent Smith And Luis P. Villarreal Who Are All Listening To Nina Simone Sing “Black Swan.”