Over the last two weeks, media coverage of an article has repeatedly found its way into my inbox. It’s an interesting piece by Nicholas Christakis and James Fowler on the genetics of friendship. The article is very technical, but the take-away is perfectly simple: friends have more genes in common than you’d expect, except where they have fewer genes in common than what you’d expect. OK, so maybe it’s not perfectly simple.
Cake is a marvelous thing. It comes in all varieties of shape and size, understated or ornamented, whole or tiered, vanillaed or chocolated or anything-ed in between, and it always seems to deliver. One especially satisfying feature of the mighty cake is that it presents itself to the taster as a unified whole, rather than as a mere assemblage of ingredients, baked at a specified temperature for a specified time.