Copyright (c) 2007 by Uwe Bressem,All Rights Reserved.
My worst fear has come true. My beautiful, wonderful, near-photographic, amazing, synesthetic memory is broken. I have trusted my wonderful memory to reconstruct a famous old physics class poster -- and I'm wrong!
Here is the true, corrected old poster, received this morning from the Berliner/Wedding artist/Kunstler and chef (I think this word exists only in French) Uwe Bressem.
And I can testify from personal experience: He knows his gravy. My memory of all his sauces -- that's still crisp and clear.
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It's this nervous breakdown I am having cleaning up this horrible radioaktiv toxik office so I can get the new Vleeptron Supercomputer installed.
Yesterday the Professional Woman I hired to help me clean up this Mother Of All Messes began our 3-hour session by asking:
"Do you really need all these books?"
She wanted me to throw out my books. I have a small office and a small house, and I have so many books, and they take up so much space.
She told me that these days, you can get almost every book you want from the Internet. So you don't need books anymore.
We compromised. I put my diamonds, my gold, my silver, my emeralds, my pearls, my coins, my paper currency into my 4x4 pickup truck and took them all to the City Dump. I threw out the hot tub with the identical triplet redheaded freckled cheerleaders Tifani, Amber and Heather. I kept the books.
