Author Archives: Maarten Rossaert
They say that rattlesnake tastes like chicken. Ostrich meat, curiously, does not. Rather, it tastes like beef, so I am told. So here’s the question for the coming weekend: What does child slavery taste like?
I was born a nerd, and I will die a nerd. Like every nerd growing up, I was not much of an athlete. I preferred to play board games with my best friend Thad, a fellow nerd. This was long … Continue reading
Silent Letters Say So Much … Someone asked me at breakfast the other day, “Does anyone pronounce the ‘l’ in yolk? I answered: I am unaware of any dialect that sounds out the ‘l’ nowadays, but at one stage in … Continue reading
This essay contains medical information that might be construed as advice. It is not, but rather just long-winded opinion. Read it at your own risk. Zombies on the Brain In this piece I will proffer a novel thesis. And like every … Continue reading
The following does not constitute medical advice. It is opinion. Before you make any changes to your medications, diet, or lifestyle, be sure that the person in charge of overseeing your health care is fully informed. By the way—that person … Continue reading
Before I begin, let’s get one thing straight. Ol’ Maarten here is all boy. Don’t you forget it … That being said … I wear makeup. Just once a year, mind you, and it is for professional purposes only, for … Continue reading