topless centaur revue
Yesterday's main event was at Julia's, where our workshop had a potluck. The nice thing about a potluck is that everyone usually knows how to cook at least one thing, and the people who can't cook will bring soda, so you end up with quality food. Chris's sons Sam and James were in attendance as well. They are two fine young men who unfortunately got hold of the backyard water hose at one point. For reasons that were perfectly clear at the time, I decided to charge them on Sam's bicycle, which nearly fit me. The stream of water naturally knocked me over, but I dried off quickly enough because the weather in Iowa City is goddamn gorgeous right now.
Simpsons cast gets a pay hike, but will the show ever be good again?
Link between creativity and schizophrenia? Probably not, this article suggests, which is a relief. They claim a correlation with manic depression; but we already knew that. And speaking of insane genuises, Saturday was Kurt Gödel's birthday.
Kant, on the other hand, never did anything.
