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Bake the pumpkin, spice the syrup,
Poke the pudding, sweep the floor.
Wipe the tables, check the oven,
What’s that burning?  Buy some more.
Open windows, boil spices,
Probe the turkey, drop the heat.
Roll the pie crust, cross the lattice,
Drop the roller, ice the feet.
Twist the crepe blinds, primp the bouquet,
Place the settings, buff for shine.
Chase the cat off, smooth [...]

In these hard times, will we be able to have our art and eat it too?

Thanks for understanding the latest grad school-induced hiatus. Now that I’m acclimated to a city with real public transportation, real crime, and a real hyperobsession with politics, I decided to reflect upon what I no longer have.
I shall miss some things about Cincinnati:

The excitement for under-.500 sports teams. Here, people want to [...]

Most of the writing here hasn’t approached UT philosophy, though the thoughtful element at least manifests it. (OK, fine, thoughtful might not be the best word. Laugh it up.) Anyway, here’s a paradox that’s analogous to the city/monastery duality.
There are a lot of good reasons to cook, not least being the need [...]