Monthly Archives: March 2013

Hints and promise

Equinox soon!

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Bruno Schulz’s The Street of Crocodiles

I came to this book through Jonathan Safran Foer’s Tree of Codes, which is an excised novel of Schulz’s The Street of Crocodiles. Foer explains at the end of his book that he had always wanted to create an excised … Continue reading

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Cleaning out the chametz

Major housecleaning today. We started with the refrigerator, throwing out past expiration date bottles of salsa, various cooking sauces, and pieces of cheese that had transformed themselves into stone (and actually looked like it too). We chipped away at the … Continue reading

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One year ago today: our first full day in Japan (Satsuma-Sendai)

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Ides of March

Each year the Latin classes at our school reenact the Ides of March twice by symbolically murdering Julius Caesar, played once in the morning by the dean of students and at lunch by the high school principal. In today’s reenactment … Continue reading

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How a student solved the problem of saying “um” too often in his history fair presentations

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A couple of years ago, my son got a tattoo. I was glad he didn’t tell me about it until after he had it because I would have been even more upset. There was really nothing I could do about … Continue reading

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“Painting is a verb”

“A painting to me is primarily a verb, not a noun, an event first and only secondarily an image.”—Elaine de Kooning (1918-1989)

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“Spring Training” by Maxine Kumin

for Victor Some things never change: the velvet flock of the turf, the baselines smoothed to suede, the ancient smell of peanuts, the harsh smack the ball makes burrowing into the catcher’s mitt. Here in the Grapefruit League’s trellised shade … Continue reading

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Turkish Marbling

I came across this gorgeous video of the Turkish marbler, Seyit Uygur, which was created by his own son, Oguz Uygur, who is a filmmaker and photographer. The art of marbling itself (ebru in Turkish) is said to have emerged and … Continue reading

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