I’ve been waiting for La Rad to post a comment to the Hemingway story, but it doesn’t seem like that’s going to happen, so I’m moving on. Susan, Larry, Robert, Diane, Katherine, Matt, Emma As I was driving down Central St, I passed by neighbor, Joy. I waved and then I pulled into my driveway. […]
by Harold Bloom Frank O’Connor, who disliked Hemingway as intensely as he liked Chekhov, remarks in The Lonely Voice that Hemingway’s stories “illustrate a technique in search of a subject,†and therefore become “a minor art.†Let us see. Read the famous sketch called “Hills Like White Elephants,†five pages that are almost all […]
by Harold Bloom Frank O’Connor, who disliked Hemingway as intensely as he liked Chekhov, remarks in The Lonely Voice that Hemingway’s stories “illustrate a technique in search of a subject,†and therefore become “a minor art.†Let us see. Read the famous sketch called “Hills Like White Elephants,†five pages that are almost all […]
Ernest Hemingway The hills across the valley of the Ebro were long and white. On this side there was no shade and no trees and the station was between two lines of rails in the sun. Close against the side of the station there was the warm shadow of the building and a curtain, made […]
Matt sporting his new leather jacket and one of about fifty Italian silk ties his Aunt Joan sent him.
By Dan Downing (aka smiling) The Elegant Christmas Brunch at Kibbe’s two Saturdays ago is worth re-celebrating. Memorable highlights: – Individual menus on which the usual suspects mark their eating preferences and hand to short-order-cook Adam for processing. – Inimitable Kibbe presentation, complete with take-home nips for the guys and Christmas Tree bells for the […]
By Dan Downing (aka smiling) The Elegant Christmas Brunch at Kibbe’s two Saturdays ago is worth re-celebrating. Memorable highlights: – Individual menus on which the usual suspects mark their eating preferences and hand to short-order-cook Adam for processing. – Inimitable Kibbe presentation, complete with take-home nips for the guys and Christmas Tree bells for the […]
Following up on the last entry: From the University of Kentucky Department of Entomology The Japanese have used insects as human food since ancient times. The practice probably started in the Japanese Alps, where many aquatic insects are captured and eaten. Thousands of years ago, this region had a large human population but a shortage […]
From the unposted rakkity Japan Chronicles Mike, Don’t post this around mealtime. Today I dispersed my food items from the warming cabinet onto a tray without looking carefully at the contents of the dishes. After I had started chowing down, I looked more carefully at the strange things on one of the plate (see attached […]
From the unposted rakkity Japan Chronicles Mike, Don’t post this around mealtime. Today I dispersed my food items from the warming cabinet onto a tray without looking carefully at the contents of the dishes. After I had started chowing down, I looked more carefully at the strange things on one of the plate (see attached […]
Mike, Is this a suitable subject for the blog. You be the judge. I was doing my weekly clothes washing and happened into the men’s room next door. Pushed open one of the stalls and nearly fell backwards in astonishment at what I saw. See attachment.) I hadn’t seen one of these since ’72 in […]
This is an overly long saga about my broken finger. I’m calling it a saga because it began at Saga-Man’s house. Mark Queijo can drive to the local drugstore to buy dental floss and return with a publishable memoir. In fact, he can’t drive to the drugstore without coming back with some kind of this-could-only-happen-to-me […]