Spaghetti is a fun word to say and a delicious thing to eat. But more than just an elocutionary and culinary delight, Spaghetti exists as food with archetypal status, aptly describing electronic cable nuttiness, providing a snappy name for cheap westerns made in Italy, stumping Nobel winning physicists with its counterintuitive breaking habits, inspiring belgian artists to build entire houses out of its noodly substance, affording solace to anti-social writers, and constituting a nominal religion for the followers of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. The secret to its semiotic ubercality? Its puzzling, looping, overlapping incontainability. As Christopher Morley said, “No man is lonely eating spaghetti; it requires so much attention.” Allow your Olympian puzzle to require so much attention this week members. Therein you may find an alternative theory of everything.