We enter the theater and find it’s become a hall of mirrors, highly polished and meticulously disorienting. As we take our seats, we can’t tell the real from the carefully projected. The lights go down and a softly strummed arpeggio […]
I am a multi-media artist focusing on free thought, fairness, and social justice. Or, if you prefer, I am an independent thinker practicing the fine art of dissent.
I am the author of In Lieu of Heaven, a novel which explores the character of the biblical god and presents a good argument for his dismissal. I have decades of experience as a public speaker and performer, in venues ranging from public schools and churches to honky tonks and art festivals.
Currently, I lead Peace Meal Supper Club, a series of fine dining events focused on socially progressive themes. Through the use of multiple media forms–word, food, music, and film—these immersive events explore the ethical impact of our eating choices.
I have worked as culinary director, executive chef, and general manager at several landmark restaurants across the country. I am a frequent presenter at festivals throughout the eastern US. And if that isn’t enough, I am a nationally recognized humane educator. YES! Magazine includes me among their “Chefs We Love.â€
In my version of the universe, Ray Wylie Hubbard hails from Muswell Hill.
As a general rule, I think it’s a good idea to question everything.
We enter the theater and find it’s become a hall of mirrors, highly polished and meticulously disorienting. As we take our seats, we can’t tell the real from the carefully projected. The lights go down and a softly strummed arpeggio […]
The door swings open as we pass the café. The A/C is turned up all the way, and we are embraced by a coolly seductive rush of air. We catch an irresistible cosmopolitan groove from the jukebox and can no […]
Two electric guitars recite a harmoniously staggered theme, shadowing a couple up a flight of stairs. They pause on every third step, perhaps restating their consent or to check if anyone is watching. At the 4-second mark, a phased rhythm […]
My brother and I sat on the front stoop, with impressively out-of-tune plastic guitars in our hands. With sibling harmony decades removed from the Louvins, we proudly proclaimed, in front of god and everybody, things we couldn’t possibly have understood. […]