Wendell Weeks

“You must enter your real birthday to register.”
The online form is refusing to process my registration and has given me a gentle rap on the knuckles. In the birthday field I’d entered the oldest available date — January 1, 1910 (If it’s not a financial institute or a government website, I don’t like entering […]

I’m a bit of a slave to expiration dates. With a terrible sense of smell and taste, I can’t rely on normal, human warning systems to tell me whether something is edible or not. I remember once, I sprinkled on my pasta some grated parmesan that had gone off, suffering some mild digestive […]