I have ice cream on the brain. Literally. David Linden, a professor of neuroscience at Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore and the author of The Accidental Mind, has this to say about our brains: “If you imagine the lizard brain as a single-scoop ice cream cone, the way you make a mouse brain out of a lizard brain isn’t to throw the cone and the first scoop away and start over and make a banana split — rather, it’s to put a second scoop on top of the first scoop.”
So that’s why I sometimes get that Ben & Jerry feeling in my gray matter.
Oh, and that lizard brain, just so the creationists out there don’t feel left out, is the part of our brain that we inherited from lizards. In the evolutionary way of things, opposed to that old geezer God meddling in the aether, when mammals like mice came along, the lizard brain got slapped together with the mouse brain (like a evolutionary sandwich with cold and hot meat). Then, when evolution turned up the wattage and apes appeared, evolution decided to do a triple-decker.
Voila, the naked lunch of the brain is served!
The Cure, Head on the Door. Possibly my favourite Cure album. And possibly more.
Jurassic 5, Quality Control. They hip-hop and they sample like BAD.
Kraken by China Miéville. A giant squid goes missing from London’s Natural History Museum. Enter crazy cultists, an Amy Winehouse, gutter-riffing, magic-dabbling police officer, a mega-thug who’s a tattoo, a bunch of brutes who have hands for heads, an Egyptian rebel spirit that likes to hang around in kitsch toys and a statue of Newton, and enough imaginative synapses firing on overload that my own writing feels like a floppy disk in the shadow of Miéville’s CD. And he has a blog now, it seems: chinamieville.net. If you’re out there China, you know, in the hypertext, hyperlink slipstream, would you like to have a cuppa?