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eric's lookbook: 06/01/2004 - 07/01/2004
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A different kind of recipe. Thursday, June 03, 2004. Borges and I.T. I am not a member of any organization, but I will assume for the purpose of this exercise that I belong to Borges's Congress of the World. Ideally, this Congress includes every person on earth, so our record-keeping tasks are, hypothetically, enormous. Although at present we have only thirteen members, we have optimistically begun the compilation of a membership database. Posted by eric at 2:10 PM. Links to this post.
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eric's lookbook: 01/01/2006 - 02/01/2006
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A different kind of recipe. Tuesday, January 17, 2006. A translation from the French. I wish my children could have seen those dolphins of the blue waves, those fish of gold, those schools of singers, but a foam of flowers lulled my wayward drifting, and silent winds briefly gave me wings, and then the sea, that weary homesick martyr, whose sob propels my gentle rolling, raised up to me her honeysuckle flowers, and I was left, like a woman on her knees. Posted by eric at 2:15 PM. Links to this post.
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eric's lookbook: 02/01/2006 - 03/01/2006
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A different kind of recipe. Saturday, February 25, 2006. Posted by eric at 5:06 PM. Links to this post. Monday, February 20, 2006. After the introductions, a much taller woman took her by the arm and led her slowly up the steps to the podium. Her clipped British voice was only slightly blurred by age. It was a no-nonsense voice that, from time to time, came to a stop with a wry sally. I thought of a hen, of a biddy. Here are some of the things that she said:. In answer to a question about her opinion of ...
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eric's lookbook: 12/01/2005 - 01/01/2006
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A different kind of recipe. Wednesday, December 14, 2005. I have a box of my father's letters. The letters are in a flimsy black and white shoebox with the word "Flings" printed on the top. I pick a letter out of the box and read it. Fifty-six years earlier, 24 years old and drunk on Leaves of Grass. He had written to his 19-year-old girlfriend:. I will not sing of Walt Whitman! I will sing of myself! Of the glorious joy and ecstasy that is bound up in all of life and in all matter! Nothing, my babe, you...
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eric's lookbook: 05/01/2004 - 06/01/2004
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A different kind of recipe. Monday, May 24, 2004. My Indonesian adventure: Chapter 1, in which my plans are thwarted by Allah. After my shower, I go upstairs to our local contact's room to call my daughter (there's no phone in my room), then Clark and I go back down to look at my water heater. I pull on some shorts and open the door. We have to leave tomorrow at 3. They'll come to get us at 2. Stay in the dormitory till then.". Posted by eric at 8:49 PM. Links to this post. Sunday, May 09, 2004. Iraq wak...
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eric's lookbook: 01/01/2007 - 02/01/2007
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A different kind of recipe. Monday, January 15, 2007. This has haunted me ever since. So what do you think? Am I guilty of mangling Truth, or not? Posted by eric at 2:54 AM. Links to this post. View my complete profile. My daughter's abandoned blog. Spice up your writing. Glossing Sons and Lovers. Frans de Waals Peacemaking Among Primates. A little Sunday soil science. Confession of a soul searcher. The Education of Samantha Carrington. The sacred and the profane in Bachs Cantata No. 1.
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eric's lookbook: 04/01/2006 - 05/01/2006
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A different kind of recipe. Saturday, April 15, 2006. The sacred and the profane in Bach's Cantata No. 140, 'Wachet auf'. The idea of the union of the soul with God. Posted by eric at 6:40 PM. Links to this post. View my complete profile. My daughter's abandoned blog. Spice up your writing. Glossing Sons and Lovers. Frans de Waals Peacemaking Among Primates. A little Sunday soil science. Confession of a soul searcher. The Education of Samantha Carrington. Comedy vs. tragedy in Mozarts Don Giovanni.
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eric's lookbook: 10/01/2005 - 11/01/2005
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A different kind of recipe. Monday, October 17, 2005. Posted by eric at 12:34 AM. Links to this post. Wednesday, October 12, 2005. Journey around my room. The bathroom, small and windowless, harbored for a time in its upper corners a dynasty of daddy longlegs, whose last scion accidentally drowned last week while I was taking a shower. Posted by eric at 9:59 PM. Links to this post. Monday, October 10, 2005. My Indonesian adventure: Chapter 2, the King of Bantimurung. His mind became clear.
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eric's lookbook: 05/01/2006 - 06/01/2006
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A different kind of recipe. Monday, May 29, 2006. My father's ashes were buried last month in Arlington National Cemetery. His grave overlooks the Pentagon. Across the Potomac River, you can see monuments to our great Presidents and Commanders-in-Chief. The service was led by one of his childhood friends, now an Episcopalian lay reader. We said the Lord's Prayer, and then Mr. Kittrell continued:. Father, in a fit of enthusiasm, had become a Jehovah's Witness. But Mamie thought that. Cassidy," I said to m...
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eric's lookbook: 03/01/2006 - 04/01/2006
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A different kind of recipe. Tuesday, March 07, 2006. Tragedy in Mozart's Don Giovanni. In the finale to Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's opera Don Giovanni. D major chord. Six bars later Giovanni exuberantly begins singing " Gia la mensa è preparata. His upward scales culminating in shouts (measures 27 and 29). He then settles down to enjoy his meal, entertained by Leporello's antics and by a small band on the stage that plays dance-like pieces from popular operas of the day. Master and servant take tur...And a...
