Brain/Food: hot tea and wild free-born cranberries

This month’s Brain/Food subject is the incomparable Rohan Maitzen: English professor, blogger, editor, and activist for online scholarly engagement. (I’ve always loved the fact that it is, without fail, the Victorian specialists who are most likely, in any given English department, to be the movers and shakers when it comes to new technologies; dear post-modernists:…

Brain/Food: he must have heroic eyebrows

Tom is the creator, author, curator, and genius responsible for Wuthering Expectations, one of the best book blogs going. This is almost all I know of him. Wait, I also know this: He’s such a damned good writer that even when he writes about books I would loathe, or have already read and loathed, I…

Brain/Food: an entirely sugar-free post

Sarah Sweet is, in spite of her potty-mouth, a gentlewoman; she is a scholar. She loves cats, a fact which all by itself proves my preceding two claims. On the interwebs, she is known as The Catastrophizer. She is also my bestie. The following is an incomplete but representative list of the things she’s given…

Brain/Food: the geek flag flies high and proud here

Jason Steadman is a man with a big voice, an irresistible laugh, a book collection that makes me jealous, a brain that makes me simultaneously nervous and inspired, and he’s King of the Nerds. I have sworn my allegiance to him for the duration of both our lifetimes, as should you. He is a powerful…

Brain/Food: samosas and books, equitably distributed

Welcome to the second installment of Brain/Food! This month’s contributor is Fathima Cader, Renaissance woman. She is a writer, world traveler, lawyer, web designer, and photographer. She is also one of the funniest and most original thinkers I’ve ever met. Fathima was a student in the very first university course I taught. It was a…

Brain/Food: I suddenly really want tangerines

Once upon a time, I had a blog other than Jam and Idleness. And on that blog, I for a time hosted a feature called The Reading Lamp. I sort of let it die around about the same time that Mr. Interpolations created his own version thereof, and through which he totally out-classed me by…