The nice thing about racking my brain is that it takes almost no time at all. I can start racking anywhere, anytime, day or night, and never be late for the bus or dinner or anything. I can rack while I fill up the Matrix and still have 5 gallons left to go. I can rack while I floss, but then have nothing to do while I brush. I can rack my brain while launching a two-mile walk around The Huntington, and require a new diversion for the remaining mile and three quarters.
I ate oranges from the orchard. Don’t tell anyone. They were the sweetest oranges I’ve ever, ever eaten. The juice ran down my forearms and onto my shirt and splashed on my camera, so perhaps that’s why the photos are a touch off.
And this brief tour around the forbidden Huntington is just an excuse and an inelegant transition to some clips from Jonathan Miller’s Alice in Wonderland. I racked my brain to come up with another living Renaissance man or woman aside from Miller, but after a minute or two could come up with no one. Miller is a physician, scientist, writer, comedian, director of opera and plays, explorer (ok, maybe not that), astronaut (not that one either).
If you don’t like the first clip, it won’t get any better for you. But if you do like it, as I do, “Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end: then stop.” Tell me what you think.