With apologies to those mathematicians who revel in the interplay of numbers, espousing their predictability and absoluteness, I can unequivocally proclaim my disdain for all things numerical.  How much money do you make?  How many minutes to cook the pasta?  What’s your…

 I like the films of Peter Greenaway. They somehow give you the sensation of a painting and an opera put together and filmed without the actual music. The above mentioned film was probably the first I saw by him many years ago. Its morbid humor reminds me a little bit of my present situation. I…