Do you think the geeks will default on their loans? I do. And then what? Drachma, drachma, drachma. It’s as if the geeks want to be drachma queens: All about them. Fine, go ahead, be geeks.
Personally? Personally, I love geek salad, geek olives, and geek olive oil. Say what you like, the biggest geek of them all is still Homer.
Meanwhile, when my mind’s not racing between thoughts like a hummingbird going from one pistil to the next, when I’m not sorely preoccupied with my book on chefs, 7th pass, back to NYC on Monday, I’m basically running a Geek diner.
That’s right, we’re talking grilled steak, eggplant parm, and turkey and black bean chili. Super fast dishes, easy to prepare, and good for sammies at lunchtime. A word about that steak: I bought it from Savenor’s. Vermont farm, labeled as “Kobe” style. Now I knew, I just knew, looking at it, that it wasn’t Kobe. Not enough fat. It was red, sort of, and not white, the way that real Japanese or Japanese style steaks must be. But, I thought, what the heck, grill it, taste it, maybe I’m blind.
Anyhow, the steak was good, but it wasn’t “Kobe” style, not by a long shot. Why is this OK? Why call a peach an apple? Why call a VW a BMW? I mean, serious?
Which gets us back to the geeks. Why not “say” they are going to pay back the loans and then just take a stroll, drink some cloudy ouzo, and sing:
“Sing, goddess, the anger of Peleus’ son Achilleus
and its devastation, which put pains thousandfold upon the Achaians,
hurled in their multitudes to the house of Hades strong souls
of heroes, but gave their bodies to be the delicate feasting
of dogs, of all birds, and the will of Zeus was accomplished
since that time when first there stood in division of conflict
Atreus’ son the lord of men and brilliant Achilleus. . . .”
Classic geek salad: