Month December 2005

From the immortal William Blake: Tyger Tyger, burning bright,In the forests of the night;What immortal hand or eye,Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies.Burnt the fire of thine eyes?On what wings dare he aspire?What the hand,…

As an avid amateur cook it has long troubled me that when breaking spaghetti it rarely breaks into just two pieces; more often than not it’s 3, 4, or more. While some may mock this concern as needlessly elevated, believing…