Thursday, June 16, 2011
When we were younger, my mathematically minded brother was at times focused on the art of bubble making. He had a knack for the thing, could turn a dash of Ivory soap into an effervescence. Bubble art mattered. So did bubble largesse.
He--you, dear brother--may have met your competition. I present this young man to you now--his process and his product--because I am just that kind of sister, and because this is just that kind of blog--literary, erudite, and highly informative about the most important things.