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Monthly Archives: July 2012
Blinders, Part I
There were still horse-drawn carts when I grew up in Paris. The hooves made clopping sounds on the cobblestones, and the horses were not the sleek and shiny beasts of movies and race tracks. Instead, they were weary animals bedeviled … Continue reading
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Tagged apathy, bridges, dams, drinking water, electrical grid, Gun control, gun violence, infrastructure, mass murder, public schools
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Surgery, etc.
On Thursday at 9:15 in the morning an anesthesiologist will insert an IV into a largish vein in the crook of my left elbow and pump into me an elegant mélange of chemicals that will knock me out. I will … Continue reading
Bang. You’re Dead
Oh hum, another massacre, in Colorado, was it? How many this time, 12, and half-a-hundred wounded? And last time, where was it, Arizona? Michigan? Ah, the all-American horror. People with guns shooting down innocents in public venues has become as … Continue reading
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Glorious Food
To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art. La Rochefoucauld There is no love sincerer than the love of food.George Bernard Shaw Supersize Me.Morgan Spurlock In America, the best way to become invisible is to be … Continue reading
Proust and Me
Marcel Proust, the French writer whose Remembrances of Things Past (A la recherche du temps perdu) ranks high in Western culture as a book everyone quotes and no one honestly reads, writes of tasting a Madeleine and being transported back … Continue reading
Slice of Life
I am at the 7-11, running late for a meeting but wanting coffee nevertheless. I am tired. It is not yet ten in the morning and already the heat has hit 90. Two Latino gentlemen are at the coffee bar. … Continue reading
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And Meanwhile in the Ukraine
I haven’t given much thought to the Ukraine recently or, to be honest, ever. I’ve wondered idly why it’s the Ukraine, because I don’t think anyone wants to take the name away, or that there are a Greater Ukraine and … Continue reading
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