With the shock of war, however, the State comes into its own again. The Government, with no mandate from the people, without consultation of the people, conducts all the negotiations, the backing and filling, the menaces and explanations, which slowly bring it into collision with some other Government, and gently and irresistibly slides the country … More Randolph Bourne
I splashed swordfish with olive oil, rice vinegar, soy sauce, and orange juice, and grated fresh turmeric over it. Then I baked it in a clay cazuela. It was arguably the best thing I have ever made–I wonder whether I can repeat it. Axé.
I will not post until it is done. I must also paint some of the outside of the house. These are the kinds of things I keep putting off and I really must not. Axé.
Normalization is not an option. From Tikkun. Worth reading slowly. Poem by Rachel Zucker. From The Nation. “Meanwhile oil unstoppably pouring into the blue-green.” Also from The Nation, a fascinating review of A Nation Without Borders–a book which has been widely discussed elsewhere as well, and which should clearly be read. UPDATE. Someone else said: What … More “It’s the world committing suicide”
The first part, and the second. These are comprised of interview of people who knew him. Then there is this from Gérard Mordillat, and much more material. Axé.
I have been reading and lying low, but tomorrow I will have to write, and work out, and socialize over an interesting film. Reading of some interest includes Steal this university, a 2003 book one should have read then (I read the reviews, but one should have read it and taken action on it). It … More Steal this university
Nowhere is the abuse as frightening as in Louisiana—with the exception, perhaps, of its neighbor to the east (“Thank God for Mississippi!” is the unofficial state motto). Louisiana is the second-poorest state and second-to-last in human development, which is a measure of individual freedom. The state’s rate of fatal cancers is about 30 percent higher … More The sacrifice zone
Just in case you have never seen a sleigh pulled by a reindeer, here is one. My eccentric cousin had them in Lapland and Scotland, of course, but this is a postcard sent to Moscow in 1911 from the eastern reaches of the Irkutsk Oblast, where the sender was exiled or imprisoned. I know of … More Eleventh day of Christmas
My father says the Russian prisoner’s song he learned from Mensheviks in Mexico City at the time of the victory of Stalingrad is called “My window” but really I think it is called “The sun rises and sets.” Here are some lyrics for one version of it in Russian but there is a book Russian … More The sun rises and sets
Stupid motivational tricks published some spiritual exercises from which I learned that the fear and fretting que me aquejan desde la Reeducación simply must be put aside. Meanwhile, I got hooked on a truly trashy tv series of the kind set in European courts. I like these as palace politics resemble politics at work. In … More Things learned from surfing