NPR’s Invisibilia

National Public Radio has a new show this year, called “Invisibilia.” In the show, Alix and Lulu discuss feelings, fear, echolocation, computers, gender, and more with scientists, psychologists, everyday people, and experts of all sorts. Each episode lasts for one hour. I’m not sure what time it plays on the radio, but here is a link to the site where you can stream each episode. Enjoy!



Clam or Cod?

I watched Jeopardy! earlier, and one of the participants, Gemma, said that she is in a book club. In this book club, they read a book a week and then cook a meal that in some way represents that book. I don’t think I could do that book-a-week thing (I read many books each week in college, but there were very few that I read cover-to-cover), but I like the idea of cooking a meal dedicated to each book that I complete. I might undertake such a challenge for Moby-Dick.


Best friends in Moby-Dick

I am currently reading Herman Melville’s Moby-Dick. The novel is quite approachable, and surprisingly funny.

Ishmael and Queequeg are adorable besties. They stay up late sharing stories, cuddle in bed at night, and plan their lives together. I’m sure there’s plenty of analysis about sexual implications, but who knows? Those nineteenth century writers can be tricky with that sort of thing. Regardless, they’re very cute together.


Ending of The Sound and the Fury

I finished The Sound and the Fury a week or so ago, and the last chapter was narrated omnisciently, which shed light on the lingering confusion. I am not sure how I feel about the novel over all, but it definitely held my attention after the first few pages. It’s intriguing and engaging; it kept me on my toes. It captures the irritating repetition and rigid prejudices in this family’s world. It’s a painful story with an abrupt ending. But it lingers in the mind.  I’ll have to read more Faulkner soon.


More Sound and Fury

The Sound and the Fury is broken into four chapters. Each one has a different narrator. The third narrator is a cynical, racist, sexist asshole. He’s one of those guys whose opinions you despise, but you find yourself laughing at him most of the time, instead of yelling at him. Reading the first two chapters is like putting together a puzzle, but the third one reads more like a suspenseful story – so far, at least.

Faulkner’s style is growing on me. It’s like a good folk song; like those old, down-home songs with unknown writers. Or a Dylan tune.



As you may or may not have noticed, our blog claims to be about “books, beliefs, biscuits, and booze.” We’ve got the first three covered, if you throw the biscuits in with tea, which was my thought-process. Booze, however, has yet to be addressed. While it is J who has the bartending experience, I will share with you a drink-making success of my own.

My mom and I recently made margaritas. They’re easier than I thought they would be! I heated sugar and water together on the stovetop to make a simple syrup. I then grated limes, removing only the peel (zest), and mixed the zest with some sugar and salt. I used some of that mixture in the drink itself, and put some on the rim of each glass. The other ingredients are orange liqueur, gold tequila, ice, and a slice of lime for each drink. They were a tad saltier than would be ideal, but they tasted refreshing.

I was quite pleased, and I’d make them again.

Here is the recipe I used. I’d use less salt, and also make less of the lime-sugar-salt mixture, depending on how many  drinks you’re making. This recipe is for one drink.