Hofstadterian Loops

I Am a Strange Loop

Reading a book by Douglas Hofstadter is the intellectual equivalent of eating the most satisfyingly delicious meal imaginable in the most enjoyable company ever. I've only read three so far and my favourite has definitely been "Le Ton Beau de Marot", because I don't think it'll ever be possible for a book's subject matter to be so broad in scope and yet so perfectly match my own areas of deepest interest.

Tasty as Brahms...?

During recent email discussions with a certain brother of mine, the question of whether food could eventually constitute an artform like music or painting was debated. I was arguing that it could not and I felt pretty sure about this, but I was also aware that I didn't want the alternative view to be correct. Music is very dear to my heart and so the idea that a good meal could ever do for someone what a beautiful piece of music does for me was intolerable.