Tahini, garlic, cayenne, cumin, water, salt, it was a damn fine dressing. There was a fly in the kitchen and with my inverted glass, on the 57th time he landed, I caught him right next to the tahini. Once more, expert peripheral vision wins. In the 2000s I played a house concert in Saskatoon, Yann Martel was there. My friend from the art gallery might have invited him. Who at that time had not heard of Life of Pi? He seemed introverted, expressionless but worse, according to my peripheral vision during the performance he never laughed at even one joke. So, it seemed fair to not give a shit about his book, at least until I started it last weekend. Turns out he makes better jokes than me and is a much better writer. Fair enough, but can he make a good dressing and catch a fly without looking?