Empires, Cannibals, and Magic Fish Bones
Join us as we celebrate food, the dinner table, and quite likely empires, cannibals and magic fish bones!
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”
