I really don't remember with my mind. At least not while I am sitting at Espresso Royale in Madison's State Street and churns of images take physically hold of me. Owen, Bluff, Kendall and going by bicycle, the corner where once a car almost hit me, the corner of the wild plants, Hyer teaching counterpoint and riding his bycicle on Kendall, the ( Read more... )

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We went for lunch with Sonat to a Peruvian restaurant, on 59th Street. One of those restaurants where if you don't eat the Peruvian sweet potato that comes with the ceviche, the waitress will gently scold you and ask, in Peruvian accent "pero señor, esa papita dulce la traemos desde el Perú, bien rica y bien cara que es... ¿cómo no se la va a comer ( Read more... )

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Unfortunately, this sourdough attempt ended up being a failure. Although it seemed to be going all right until yesterday, today there was a pool of watery stuff on top of the starter. When I refreshed it with more flour and water, it seemed to revive for a while but then withered down when it should have tripled volume.

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One back-and-forth chain starts with Beethoven's Kreutzer Sonata from 1802 (Sonata mulattica composta per il mulatto Brischdauer was to be the original name, according to wikipedia). Tolstoy wrote in 1889 a novella called The Kreutzer Sonata - a short story where Beethoven's original sonata plays an inspirational role ( Read more... )

די מצוין

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Simpático recibir El Espectador en la casa. Desde alguna vez que tomamos una de esas subscripciones a precio reducido del Sunday NYT en la época remota de Madison no habíamos vuelto a recibir periódicos en casa. No nos hacía falta. Pero hay algo (no sé bien qué) con este Espectador renacido como diario que me gusta: el formato es pequeño (solo 40 ( Read more... )