Shallow Thought Wednesday guru John Lindner can't get enough of food-related tattoos. But Michael Pollan? It seems Lindner has had his fill. Here's John. LV
It'll take a lot for me to think (even shallowly) for another moment about tattoos, even those with a food angle.
Even when I'm desperate for shallowness. (Tattoos, like all things in the eye of the shallow beholder, are, after all, only skin deep.)
If I'm going to obsess about something it'll be the fact that Mother Maryland won't allow her adult children to ship wine into the state. And I'm not going to obsess about that. I'm simply going to ignore it 'till it goes away.
But because of Laura's Jesse Sandlin tattoo post, followed by my own tattoo as living décor encounter, stumbling across this food tattoo popularity article in the Globe and Mail was too spooky coincidental to resist.
I do not recommend, by the way, actually reading it. Rather, I place a marker to it here, today, as a fussy coda to a rash of … of … what the hell was I talking about?
Oh, right: Michael Pollan. I checked out his appearance last night at Goucher. I thought he stopped short of saying anything interesting. Even the woodchuck story seemed borrowed. I was disappointed.
Did you attend? Have a different reaction?
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