I can’t eat ice cream.

I can’t eat ice cream. The brain freeze gets me every time. It gets into my ears, my eyes blur and I start to panic and feel faint.

I looked it up and the culprit is actually the roof of the mouth…! The extremely cold stimulus causes blood vessels to constrict rapidly, and then expand, triggering pain receptors. The brain thinks it’s having a huge headache, when the only things getting any action are the jaws that keep chewing out of habit. Even the nerves in the teeth think they’re being attacked.

It’s called referred pain, to make it simple. So I don’t care if your favourite flavour is bubblegum, rocky road or tin roof — keep it away from my head. There’s so much to lose in life, that losing out on ice cream is the least of my fears.

Frank Gehry died. That’s bigger than lost love in a cone, even though he was a master designer of a new vision for pop culture. He took the limits of the brain and threw them to the heavens, and the pieces that fell back down to earth were like the folds of a bed that held the love of passionate couples for nights of bliss.

In one interview he was asked what inspired him. He said coffee and Jimi Hendrix. Now that’s a man I can understand, even though I will never really know how he took those and made them into astral beings at war with gravity.