Archives for 2019

I received a shouting, ranting email, pushing the merits of a recipe using sweet corn.

The first step was to slice the corn kernels into very thin slithers. Crazy!

But the promised benefits, after boiling slowly in a mixture of carrot juice and apple cider vinegar, were supposed to include the sudden arrival of great wealth, the disappearance of any skin blemishes, the loss of exactly 3.5 pounds weight (whatever your original weight) and membership in an obscure club the members of which worship kitchen aprons.

I have no plans to try this at home. Unless I run out of eggs of course.

I got your note, and I only want chocolate that is at least 85% cocoa.

This need for purity, perhaps strength, and certainly the Real Thing is catching.

It’s a wave rolling bigger and stronger towards everyone’s future.

I throw away the old mints, sheets, socks, toothpaste and window cleaner to replace it with “Mr. Real” and “Ms. True” products.

Now, the next thing is finding all the pure, real and human-sounding sales representatives to help me when I need “support” (customer support)!

Melody and wafting clouds across Geneva.

I knew the way to the Picasso exhibition. My ballroom-sized living hall occupied most of the 8th floor apartment at Chateau San Sein, Rue de Vendome, Geneva 3.

I hosted several displays of famous artists, discreetly and with great security.

The plan was to secure a joint Dali and Lichtenstein show in the height of summer.

Meanwhile, the fountain sprayed reassuringly onto the lake.

Macro passion and micro mining, shining armor (armour in quaint old England) and the knights of the sisters of bold type.

Some things seemed different. No water cooler and yet an enormous vat of celery juice always refilled, natural artificial light and hugely well known and widely consumed niche-nurturing.

The stock market was the subject told in story form to the 4 year old students. Most laughed at what they thought to be a patronizing pulpit.

It took so many years to learn so little. Now we use accelerated questioning and as a result, stand a chance of being a little bit wise.

The chance to play in the yard was unimaginably exciting.

Having been stuck indoors for over a week, the light, the old shed, the rocks we would jump from one to the other, the grass verges which were just grass patches but we knew no better, the old rusting metal objects we thought were space rockets and so much more to enjoy.

The sun set on the yard and we gathered round the fireplace indoors. Time for old stories and new beginnings.