Tonight I was invited to another dinner party, but decided to send a bottle of whiskey instead of actually attending.
I’ve hit my limit on academic antics for the week.
Satnam will be cooking, and he is a world-class gastronome, so that is a wee bit sad…. though while he caters to all the sundry paranoid food issues of other guests, he callously disregards my problems with certain spices (we’re the only two working class people in this particular set, so fair game). But I’ve been queasy too often already this year!
On the subject of Scientists I Met In Portland Though See Randomly Elsewhere, I was somewhat startled to find that I showed up in the online diary of someone I ran into during a very early morning breakfast in a cafe just across from the Cours Saleya in Nice, France, awhile back. Mainly because I do not like to be photographed at all, let alone at 8:30 AM.
The photograph captures one of the main reasons I love Europe and wanted to move here in the first place – cafe culture, in the old-fashioned sense, ordering one little bit of something and then sitting and watching the world pass by ….
Even though I can’t drink coffee.