Brain alchemy

Paris Street Café, George W. Bates (1930) If I could zip to any place and time, it would be Paris in the early to mid-1900’s. I would love to be a ladybug on the wall (you didn’t expect me to wish fly-dom on myself, did you?) of a Saturday night Rue de Fleurus salon, hosted … Continue reading Brain alchemy

Unarmed

We’re unique creatures, humans.  Not only are we conscious of our own mortality, but our survival is based solely on our ability to outwit the environment.  We are vulnerable, soft, squishy, and unprotected…we probably taste like chicken. (Update:  I have since been informed, in no uncertain terms, that our flavor profile is more akin to … Continue reading Unarmed