The Fitful Flog

My days in grad school, now known to geologists as the Pleistocene, were remarkable both for their signal lack of productivity and for their relentless mortification of the flesh. In those days, I learned all about rice and beans and dal and rice and ramen noodles and whatever. I learned about Black Label pounders in […]

What is it, you ask? Well, it’s a sixteen-sided tube made out of a dollar bill, with an iris closure on both ends. “Irish closure,” says my wife, “what’s that? Kneecapping?” No, iris closure. Describes a pursuit curve and all that. Looks a wee bit like the iris of a camera. Visualize James Bond hopping […]