THE MOODY MAVEN HAS A WAYBACK MACHINE ADVENTURE

Confessions of the Vitruvian Woman

Baring it all for answers

One crazy night in Milan, Leonardo asked me to pose for a sketch idea he had. He later redid it using himself as the model and so relegating the original seen above to relative obscurity. I never forgave him for that. Sketch by Leonardo da Vinci recovered with ChatGPT.

So, how did I become the Vitruvian Woman? Thereby hangs a tale….

I recall that mid-May afternoon when I materialized me and my Wayback Machine just outside Milan city limits. It had been a minute since I’d spoken with my old friend Leonardo, but I knew just where to find him.

By the time I opened the hatch, my machine and I were surrounded by dairy cows. Cud chewing and curious, their tails swiping at flies, they remained staring at me as I backed down the ladder, only to startle as I jumped past the final few rungs to the ground.

As a historical note, my surprise appearance must have deeply effected the cows milk, given that from that day forward the gorgonzola had a mystery twang until well into the 18th century.

But back to my story.

I’d been having a sort of existential crisis of late. You know, things like — Where did I come from and how did I get here? And — What exactly is it that makes me me? Or — How are my internal me and external me the same/different?

I had big plans to talk through all these things with my friend, Leonardo da Vinci, smartest man ever. And come evening I knew…