Personally, and this is probably my mother’s fault, I like to know all the small details. When I go to the supermarket I check all the apples for bruises. When I drop one—which is bound to happen when you’re as ruthless as I am—I make sure that I put it back so that the light falls on it in such a way as to trick even myself (this technique has frequently been my down-fall for the last five years; always Read the rest of this entry »