Monthly Archives: December 2013
In Memory of Hibernations Past
It’s been a cold winter. No doubt about that. You acclimate or you hibernate. There are pros and cons to both I supose. Hibernation allows you to recharge your batteries. Acclimation allows you to not be cowed by the elements. … Continue reading
When the Hobbit is No Longer the Hobbit
I once watched the Russian TV version of Sherlock Holmes. It was a series like the BBC has done. I must say it was pretty good. So when I ran across the Russian language version of the Hobbit I … Continue reading
A Minimalist Among Us
I have never liked getting gifts. It all started with the seemingly benign birthday party. Extremely introverted and shy, the thought of people staring at me as I opened a present was horrifying. I would go through the motions and … Continue reading
Next Generation: Where the Message and the Medium Become One
One generation spends a fortune on medication and counseling to combat attention deficit disorder. The next generation spends a fortune on technology to enhance the condition. Perhaps it was inevitable in a world obsessed by multitasking. In a world that … Continue reading
The Emperor’s New Food
Imaginary Chicken Broth. Brilliant. Imaginary chicken broth, i.e. vegetarian broth, is fun, catchy word play. Good angle by the vegetarian crowd. At least that’s what I thought the label said, whereas in fact it actually was chicken broth, the brand … Continue reading
First Cut is the Deepest
Fortunately I never had aspirations of being a doctor. Some might think it is fortunate because I probably wasn’t smart enough anyway. I probably wasn’t smart enough, but I suspect strong aspirations would have spurred the pursuit until … Continue reading
Beware the Justification Hydra
“You need more antioxidants,” my doctor said. “Is that like chocolate?” I asked. “Something like that,” he replied. I thought maybe if I had the best chocolate ever how could anything be bad. And even if things are bad, I’ll … Continue reading
Size Matters When I Close My Eyes
Just close your eyes. Trust me. You see, I’ve recently started a new routine of closing my eyes when I eat. Not through the whole meal but once I’ve gotten the victuals to my mouth. I close my eyes and try … Continue reading
A Dream Well Narrated
Someone narrated my dream last night. It was not me. I might have suspected Morgan Freeman or James Earl Jones, the prefect narrators. But it was not. The narrator, instead, was from a book I am reading by Andrei Bely, … Continue reading
Fortress of Dissolitude 