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Food Drags Along (or, A Wrinkle in Spacetime)

Frieda A. Stahl’s 1987 article, “Physics as Metaphor and Vice Versa,” is a reassuring, well-constructed, and excitingly cross-disciplinary piece of text. I say reassuring, because for many years now, I have used (or been tempted to use) various concepts and constructs from quantum physics (and classical mechanics) as metaphors for different themes within gastronomy. I…

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Sensing, Being

When one presses pause for a bit and takes a break from professional productivity, it can be hard to remember the reasons behind such a choice. Already, after less than a week of it, I sense myself resisting inactivity and being frustrated with not doing. Much as I espouse embracing what is around me and…

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Shadowy Boxing

I have a yen for some box wine. I want to buy it and keep it on my counter, the spigot peeking gently over the edge. In the evening, I’ll grab an old, familiar glass and sidle up to my proto-bar. I’ll thoughtfully ask myself what I want, and with three litres of mylar-protected Big…

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Sabbatical Shalom

Growing up, I always hated Christmas. Twasn’t because of the usual reasons, but because I always felt like I was missing out on the ‘best’ advent activity, whichever it might have been. See, in my mother’s family (the xmassy-side), they really put on an event. There was decorating and cooking and wrapping and stuffing and…

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Fill ‘er up

Ah the travails of naming a new blog. Especially when that blog is going to be dealing with food and words and conceptual stuff and concrete issues and—ooh, worst—non-dualistic thinking-doing-feeling. Shit, it’s the stuff of web-era daymares. Plus, as Carla Cevasco has said, no more food puns. Many moons ago, I had a blog that…

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