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| i've travelled the world and the seven seasor at least it feels like it. i've spent the past couple of days more or less asleep in shanghai; before the pretty gruelling 12-hour flight i thoroughly enjoyed a whirlwind weekend in london (where, among other things, i saw a thomas allen recital at wigmore hall and the velazquez exhibition at the national gallery), just after concocting a phd proposal treating the pseudo-hesiodic aspis, which i had read just the day before.
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| seriously, it was epicamong underappreciated travel tips: after consuming cranberry-walnut bread purchased from henrietta's table on your way out of 02138 (a steal at $6-8 for a half-loaf), rinse your mouth so that you don't have large pieces of crust stuck in your teeth during long train journeys.
i was in boston thursday night till saturday afternoon, then monday morning till tuesday afternoon; in the interim i took the bus to and from new york. in manhattan, i ventured no further north than union square, saw the departed and ate incredible meals at deborah's, prune, zoe's and august. in boston, i visited toscanini's several times (although they ran out of condensed milk my last day), brunched at aquitaine, tried out the pretentious new place zsquared, and even managed to fit in (on separate occasions) pizza and salad at cambridge 1, a jelly donut at dunkin', various edibles at paradiso, a spinach slice at noch's, and viennese coffee at pamplona. my credit card also melted from overuse. i was sad that i didn't get to eat at all of the regular haunts (felipe's, diesel, hi-rise, cafe mami, sandrine's, punjabi dhaba) or even sample the new ihop, but no matter. to all of you who i saw: thankyou for remembering, and making time for, me - i was so glad that we got to catch up a little (so much remains unsaid). and if i missed you in my peregrinations, there's always next time, on either side of the pond.
and if you want real stories rather than this summation, you'll just have to ask me.
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| best of times, worst of timesthree days in london, three good concerts, a desultory spin through the turner rooms at tate britain (where the caption to 'apollo and python' begins "this story comes from the hymn to apollo, a poem by callimachus" (yes, i swooned at the sight) after getting lost for an hour trying to find it, a nice meal at brompton quarter cafe (though the service was snail-paced) with friends, a lovely tea at yauatcha followed by coffee at flat white (can you tell it's an aussie joint?) with another friend, and a brief dinner involving roast duck (yes) with noodles (yes) in soup (yes) with an aunt at joy king lau (after we passed the now infamous restaurant itsu - check the papers if you don't know). now i am buggered and have a lot of things to write in the next two days (not to mention the next 11).
but really, this post was just an excuse to highlight britney spears' antigone homework (as alerted by pink is the new blog). i like how she notes that it's the rex warner translation she's using. | | |
| kudosi discovered on my return from hamburg that a close friend and fellow movable gnu is one of this year's six harvard rhodes scholars. but i only just found out that i additionally am acquainted with another via hro, a third is a friend of pf's (and we nearly met when she was slated to come to rome two summers ago), and a fourth i know vicariously from stumbling one day on his massively entertaining blog, which has not been updated recently for reasons now clear.
although we're speaking of celebrity, i hope you have a wonderful thanksgiving if that's your thing. | | |
| back to earthi am not going to class. i am not doing my laundry. i am not picking up my drycleaning. i am not buying groceries. i am not reading abstruse articles in foreign languages. i am not rewriting my essay that's due in two weeks. i am not filling out applications. no, i am sulking because none of my clothes seem to fit me. ah well, at least it's nice out and i'm having a relatively good hair day.
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