Lovers and Madmen

Lovers and Madmen

Ladies and gentlehumans, I have no desire to use this space as a platform from which to render edicts or proclamations. I don’t wish to tell people what to, or even suggest that what they ARE doing is somehow wrong. I simply share my thoughts and offer up...
The Busy-ness Fetish

The Busy-ness Fetish

Ladies and gentlehumans, it’s time for another “stream of consciousness,” in which this humble correspondent, with no regard for personal safety, simple decency or the fundamentals of 18th century fashion, delves deep into a specific subject and...
The Lonely Satellite

The Lonely Satellite

Note: This is not a subject I discuss often (read: at all), and when you read it, you’ll quickly see why. However, I hope that you, my dear reader, will read it in the spirit in which it was written – that is, to provide a brief and I hope enlightening...
Farm-to-Table: A Noble Feast

Farm-to-Table: A Noble Feast

My dearest reader, it’s obvious that you are a true paragon of perspicacity and discernment, a shining example of homo sapiens and a creature of refined taste. Indeed, since you’ve chosen to expend a few precious temporal increments perusing my particular...
The Way of All Flesh

The Way of All Flesh

I’ll admit, when I first floated the idea of writing about our views of death, my instinctive reaction was to recoil with horror. “No one wants to read about that,” the little voice inside me hissed. “It’s grotesque and morbid and…” By this time I...
By Any Other Name

By Any Other Name

“A book is simply the container of an idea — like a bottle; what is inside the book is what matters.” So said the English novelist and journalist Angela Carter. She’s absolutely right of course, blasphemous as it may sound to those who venerate the printed book as a...
International Women’s Day

International Women’s Day

I’ll admit dear reader, I hesitated writing these words. Not because I don’t support International Women’s Day and what it represents – of course I do – but because I felt as if anything I said about it would be trite and vacuous. Please understand, this...
If Wishes were Horses

If Wishes were Horses

My dear and long suffering reader, I like to think of myself as an optimist, despite it seems, the best efforts of the world around us to pummel that sense of idealism into a dark and pitted shield of cynicism. I hold the opinion that – naive as it may be...
The Art of the Matter

The Art of the Matter

Dear reader, you may be aware that for some time now I’ve been writing a book. This particular vade mecum marks my second foray into the world of authorship, my first of course being the Nobel Prize-winning anthology, “Of Cabbages and Kings: Musings of a...

Pin It on Pinterest