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Lara Milwid Warburton: November 2012

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Friday, 9 November 2012. James Bond and the Sloths. When my brother and I were in our teens, we decided to write an epic poem one day. It was to be about three sloths. 8220;But pronounced ‘sloaths’,” my brother decreed. 8220;Fair enough,” I allowed, since it was really his story more than mine. There were three sloths. Pronounced ‘sloaths’],. Noddy, Shoddy and …. We threw some names around for the third sloth, rejecting them all one after one, until one of us suggested Phyllis. Way F-I-L-I-S.”. 8220;Afte...

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Lara Milwid Warburton: Home workouts

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Wednesday, 22 October 2014. I abandoned the gym some time ago in favour of exercising at home, and I enjoy it so much and have become so used to it that when I did find myself back in a gym one day, I looked around at all the equipment and thought “What does anyone need all this stuff for? 8221; and ended up barely using any of it. It’s too wonderful not to share. Here are my favourite home workouts available on the internet. Most of them require no equipment. In many of the workouts, each exercise is do...

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Lara Milwid Warburton: April 2014

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Monday, 7 April 2014. Loitering at the fuzzy edges of reality. Hang around there long enough and there's no telling what you might find. Reasons not to scratch at the stove top. As I waited for a pot of water to boil one day, the red glow of the hotplate showed up some impurities burnt onto the surface of the stove. So I picked up a silver teaspoon and started idly scratching at the black bits with it. On the bright side, though, the water boiled beautifully. In bright red. This is what the students ...

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Lara Milwid Warburton: September 2013

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Friday, 13 September 2013. You know how dreams can be so vivid, but as soon as you wake up, they melt away? And how trying to remember them is like clutching at steam? But you know how there are also some dreams that don’t. Fade but instead stay with you, sometimes for years? This is my dream that didn’t fade. It started with a map showing the southernmost tip of South America, which was very close to Antarctica – much closer in the dream than in real life. We’re so close to the Antarctic here! I researc...

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Lara Milwid Warburton: August 2014

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Sunday, 3 August 2014. People in Paris 3: Fun and games at the supermarket. And in this post we will venture into the supermarket, a hotbed of insults, aggression and venom. I was at the supermarket one day, waiting at the till to pay. Not wishing to breathe down the neck of the person in front of me, I was standing a little way back. A man strode up, looked me up and down, and unceremoniously deposited his groceries on the till in front of me. 8220;Were you here? 8221; he demanded. At this till or.

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Lara Milwid Warburton: List of posts

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Lists of all posts, most recent first. People in Paris 3: Fun and games at the supermarket. Loitering at the fuzzy edges of reality. The delights of Alpine cheese-making. People in Paris 2: The metro. Out of the mouths of babes. On learning the viola. James Bond and the sloths. On the back of a train ticket. In search of the anti-rabbit. People and their stories. Even more lessons from Southern Italy. More lessons from Southern Italy. Lessons from Southern Italy. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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Lara Milwid Warburton: October 2012

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Sunday, 14 October 2012. On the back of a train ticket. The result of a two-hour train journey, written on the back of the ticket. It pretty much wrote itself, in that odd way that poems sometimes do. Chop the lettuce finely on the table. Put in garlic till I say to stop. Pickled onions without number. And anchovies sprinkled generously on top. Thought that we could make a lot of money. 8220;Let’s see what our lotto playing brings! Hoped that we would make it. But the bailiff came to take it. Fran is cau...

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Lara Milwid Warburton: March 2014

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Tuesday, 4 March 2014. It’s always somewhat painful when the alarm goes off at 6 in the morning, especially in winter. It’s dark, it’s cold, it’s an unnatural time to be out in the world. When I arrived at work last Monday, having gone through the requisite trauma, I went to the reception to pick up my registers and was received by a blank look from the receptionist, followed by a little noise of astonishment. 8220;What are you doing here? 8221; she demanded. “There are no lessons this week! So finding m...

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Lara Milwid Warburton: February 2013

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Sunday, 17 February 2013. On learning the viola. Learning music in France comes with a particular challenge, though, and that is the Sol-Fa system. We English-speakers learn to call our notes A, B, C, D, E, F and G. But French-speakers (among others) call them Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La and Si. And it is of limited helpfulness to have watched The Sound of Music. Once when you were little, when you have a teacher bellowing in your ear, “No, no, play Si on the Sol string, not on the La string! So music for hi...