Empires, Cannibals, and Magic Fish Bones
Join us as we celebrate food, the dinner table, and quite likely empires, cannibals and magic fish bones!
“ 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.”
Mental gymnastics first thing in the morning keeps the doctor away . . . well, at least those obsessive familial loops. What do I mean by “obsessive familial loops?” Oh, you know. Waking out of deep slumber and a dream where I couldn’t remember someone’s name standing right next to me as we watched a … Continue reading How To Wake Up With Gödel, Escher and Bach
I Am Alice. Possibly strange for a sixty-three-year-old man to write that he’s a seven-and-a-half-year-old girl. But not really. Alice replies to the Caterpillar’s question of identity with, I–I hardly know, sir, just at present –at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been … Continue reading “Drinking With Alice”
