“The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the rat race, the constant gnawing sense of having had, and lost, some infinite thing.”
Some Infinite Thing takes its name from a David Foster Wallace passage, delivered as part of a beloved commencement address from over a decade ago. Drawing from that address’ rally cry, this place is my commitment to remember the water all around me, to write and figure through, to not take this for granted. I like to live in the details—the mundane and the extra-ordinary—with equal fervor, as I pursue this great big earth with relentless enthusiasm.
Maria Pontikis is the half-Greek-half-everything else author of Some Infinite Thing. She lives in Toronto, Canada in a 100-year-old house with her handsome Texan husband, their well loved pots and pans, a wobbling tower of library books, a duo of scuffed suitcases and too many bottles of wine.
By day, Maria directs communications activities for a large organization, a job she loves dearly. In early 2014, she began the work of chipping away at her Professional Sommelier designation, and is half-way toward the coveted pin. She is a homebody who lives to travel, having visited 30 countries, and counting.
Maria has a fondness for tabletops, fine paper goods, domesticity, paper books, the quiet, squirrels, Champagne, all things sartorial, time spent in her kitchen, exploring and eating her way through far-off places as often as possible, and getting the details right.