This is the period piece the students want to watch. I think it looks hard to take, but it does make it clear that I should have haircuts and clothes from the thirties. Here, however, is the samba poet in a video relic from 1929. Here is a solo song in a better recording. Axé.
Excellent. I couldn’t comment because Blogger keeps going in a circle, so I had to make a post. Axé.
The academic advice with which I do agree is, never put any time or energy and especially not intellectual effort into program development. One of ours has been cancelled after piteous cries from the selfsame university that we help them save it. Every minute spent helping would have been better spent on research. I was … More With (another part of) the party line, most emphatically.
I am sorry, everyone, but preparing class is one of the best things you can do and it saves time. I’ve often tried not to, being told that every minute spent on it is a minute I could be writing, but it is so exhausting and it takes so much energy to just walk on … More Against the party line.
Found by our frequent commenter, Traveller. Axé.
Here is another Mardi Gras Indian from the New Orlean, smiling for those of us who took his picture, and for you. Axé.
Here he is. Axé.
Y sí. Axé.
SATURDAY Morning: Café Antidote again. Work. 1 PM: Lindsey. Afternoon: (a) Contemporary Arts Museum: Perspectives 178 and the exhibit on women artists (these are also open tomorrow), or (b) Asia Society festival (also open tomorrow), or (c) the Ménil — except that their festival and the Indie Book festival are only today. Night: one thing … More Las posibilidades
I am leaving for Texas now, says the title of this post. If I can speak Louisiana Creole like that, and I also know this song, I must be deeply immersed in American folk culture. Good-bye, old Paint, I’m leaving Cheyenne, I’m going to Montana, to throw the Houlihan, is how I learned to sing … More Mo pé parti pou le Texas asté
