I feel the need to make something of an introduction here. In my professional life my work spans a space between history and craft. I work at a living history museum; I am at once an artisan and an historian. And too, I like to think that I like to think — about things relating [more often than not] to history, craft, philosophy, and feminism.
I have a long commute to said museum job. It takes up nearly two hours of my day that I might otherwise devote to something else. I hope that I trade that flexibility for something equally valuable though: a twice-daily allotment of uninterrupted, unavoidable intellectual time, that I get all to myself. Two meals a day in a diet of ideas.
And so this blog is intended as a cookbook of thoughts. A place to lay down recipes of the mind.*
*In general, though, the metaphors will be slightly more on point and less florid. At least I hope so.