I am in New Orleans and cannot concentrate on this blog because the city is so magical. New Orleans is in the Caribbean, and Maringouin is not, and that is the difference. Here you are never far from some form of feather, cowbell, tambourine, or steel pan.
I am ensconced at the Sound Café working on and around my research blog and on course websites for the fall. I am very tempted to link to some of these, although it would be de-anonymizing. I am wondering how problematic one link would really be. I am not doing it yet, but I want to.
Renato Ortiz has a book, new to me, entitled in Spanish Modernity and Space: Benjamin in Paris, that I would like to read. In Portuguese, it appears to be Cultura e Modernidade: a França no Século XIX. He has also several books about globalization and culture, and one about global English.
It is a really beautiful day. All I want to do is read and walk.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 
Read and walk. Blogs will wait, but great weather in a magical city won’t.
Gracias, Undine. I’m back in Maringouin. Blogs are curing me from distressing interactions with alcoholic colleagues, assistant professors who surprise me with nighttime phone calls to the house when I am on sabbatical. A major comedown. I will have to go back to N.O., but first I will turn off the phone.