We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
That was the "intellectual impresario" Brockman's highly-stimulating Question of the Year for 2005. Answers from a number of scientists and thinkers via The Edge website were compiled as a book. The Edge 2006 Annual Question is "What is your dangerous idea?"
My dangerous idea, or one of them, is "What if life is real?" Another is "What's for dinner?"
There are few things I enjoy more after a long day at my dreary job than coming home and cooking dinner. Like an Amish women with a flamboyant and seductively scented flower garden, I can indulge myself with color, taste, smell, texture to tantalize my family and recreate the daily ritual of family dinner. Forget it that there are often battles and slammed doors and uneaten portions with 3 teenagers. Most of the time that from scratch meal unites us, if only in agreeing that Mummy has done better with the szechuan stir fry before. We eat dinner together six nights week (church on Sunday night condemns them to leftovers in the microwave)plus Saturday and Sunday lunch, despite sports practices, teenage jobs, etc.
The funny thing is, tho, that I am maddened by the question "what's for dinner." Always asked by a spouse and 3 kids who have been home a good hour before me, who would never think to put a roast and potatoes in the oven. I love to cook but hate to clean house, and I always have to do the latter to clear away enough of their debris to have space to cook.
I suppose the question drives me crazy because I went to school surrounded by intellectual feminists and I feel sheepish admitting that I like cooking dinner for my family. Barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen days were the best...