I'm slowly trying to remember bits of my life that do not involve the Chicago Manual of Style. It's hard, I know, but I'll get there.
Here's something that helps: the Edible Books Festival. Blake Eskin has a piece on it in the Times book review this week: some wacky California librarians came up with the idea for a new April Fool's celebration that would combine foolery, books, and a celebration of Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin (who wrote The Physiology of Taste [1825]). The results are goofy, beautiful, gross, and amazing.
Anyway, take a look at the gallery.
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Books, food, friends, and Virginia Woolf. "I spare you the twists and turns of my cogitations, for no conclusion was found on the road to Headingly, and I ask you to suppose that I soon found out my mistake about the turning and retraced my steps to Fernham."--Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
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