Showing posts with label pudding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pudding. Show all posts

Sunday, November 19, 2006

I think therefore I Ambrosia

From the quietly perceptive Book World blog, the parable of the rice pudding - a get-out clause for non-fiction writers everywhere. Also, the tale of Kristian Von Hornsleth, who offered a pig to any Ugandan villager who'd take his name; another case of truth being stranger than the alternative. On the other hand, Mr Von Hornsleth is an artist, so maybe it's a case of truth and beauty being the same thing.

And I'm sure they'd rather have had a Wii.