Last week, cooking legend Delia Smith made some rather bold claims in the Radio Times; suggesting that people can't cook anymore and that TV shows such as MasterChef are intimidating, rather than inspirational. As an amateur home cook, food lover and cookery show watcher, I beg to differ.
Calder sees us and represents us struggling with gravity - the gravity of the body, of the world around us. We are all trying to fit into our days all the components that define us or often that we want to be defined by.
It is painful enough for a woman to know how to think about her body. Here's culture, screaming at us on the one hand to be sexy, and on the other not to be sluts. And here's nature, permeating social interaction with both desire and revulsion.
Something wonderfully and brilliantly provincial is happening in force right now in London: the Saturday market is back. Communities across the capital are ditching their local supermarkets, meeting likeminded neighbours and indulging in a lazy cup of freshly brewed coffee while they're at it.
The real issue is that publishers make some terrible assumptions about what men and women like to read (or ought to read). In an attempt to capitalise on the dwindling 'mass market' they have carved the reading population up by demographic and crudely assumed that each 'segment' is a homogenous group with similar tastes.
It's really quite sad if you think about it; not so long ago, Baz Luhrmann was the darling of Hollywood, a breath of fresh air in an increasingly formulaic industry. Audiences aren't so easily distracted these days by shiny colours and slick cinematography. More and more, they crave inner beauty over outer beauty. And perhaps it is that Baz Luhrmann hasn't quite realised this yet.
Time travel was invented for festivals like How The Light Gets In (HTLGI). It's a maddeningly exciting place. Maddening because there's so much to see, hear, and taste, more than even the greediest of festival-goers could swallow, more than it seems possible to fit into one festival.
The truth is, the modern world we live in does not appreciate poetry. Not like it ought to, not like you and I do. We get it. We eagerly await that new journal or book of poems, smuggle it like contraband into our grey morning commute.
Whether you come for the culture, the shopping, the parties or even just the weather, you won't return home unsatisfied.The surprising aspects of Maltese life will have you in their hooks from the word go, just give the unique Island a chance - before everyone else discovers what its capable of.
Spring 2013 marks two significant anniversaries for Alexander Pope, perhaps the most representative and alien English poet of the 18th Century.
Ben is a master of the kind of acute observation of family life that has you pondering the deeper significance of the type of breakfast cereal your spouse prefers.
But in these austere times she also asked for better evidence of the value of culture. In short, her point was that if we want UK Government to continue investing in culture - as public spending gets the squeeze - we in the cultural industries need to demonstrate a return on that investment
So your kid likes acting and singing and wants to be famous? You want them to be the next Harry Potter? Justin Bieber? Well, as a film director I have to say that the first thing you need to do is... STOP!
Can we separate thinking from being? I'd suggest that thinking, rational and irrational, is part of being, that thinking implies language, and that language is a primary instrument for giving expression to sensation and experience.
University introduced me to writers I would never have read of my own accord. Sam Selvon, Angela Carter, Ballard etc etc. By now I was actively searching out writers. I loved Buk, so wanted to read Fante and Celine. McCarthy was a hero and Patrick DeWitt filled the gap that McCarthy's long-awaited next novel is sure to fill.
The gentle line of her candy coloured watercolours clash against the harshness of her themes to great effect. She says "The images, which reflect our cultures of masculinity and femininity collide with transgendered realities"...