Simplifying ideologies drain the life out of most of us, and any form of subjectivism leads quickly to relativism, and thus indifference. From “You say potahto, I say potayto,” the descent to every erotic eccentric’s defense, “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it” is rapid.
Holiday is over, and it is time to buckle down. Please memorize the forms of the Present Medio-Passive and the Aorist Middle. Be sure to consult paragraphs 527, 530 for full paradigms.
A genius in constructing gags, a man well ahead of his time in understanding how to manipulate the technology of cinema to tell a joke, and almost the polar opposite of Charlie Chaplin in terms of sentimentality….
This post is pure plagiarism, but not because I’m lazy or because today, for us Orthodox, it’s Christmas and I’m breaking the fast in some extraordinarily time-consuming, lamb-devouring, deck-the-halls way.
I have been making Manzo Brasato (Braised Beef Lombard Style) for well over thirty years. My original recipe source, a book I still consult regularly, was Ada Boni’s Regional Italian Cooking.
In the old dormitory bull sessions, if the subject of happiness came up, someone would be sure to use the old trope of the contented cow in the pasture. The cow certainly experienced something like pleasure, but could a rational human being agree with the cow?
Several decades ago, we discovered an Italian version in Luciano Bugialli’s excellent The Fine Art of Italian Cooking, which is actually a book on Florentine cuisine.
Three quite different poems on the New Year, by Richard Wilbur, Kenneth Patchen, and Lord Tennyson
The child is only four, but neighbors are already beginning to ask why he isn’t in school.
