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New York: Double Happiness
Sometimes, you get lucky and just stumble into a place at 11:00 o’clock on a Saturday night and get the best seat in the house (scroll down to “where to sit”). BA knows what I’m talkin’ about. Yes, DH’s peak has come and gone, but hey, “…cast the first stone.” and all that.
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Mallecontent
And here you have post 100: Back in the late 1980s, Louis Malle was the first French film director I got to know over a span of films and a span of time. He inspired me to get into French film generally, and a few of his pics hold special places in my heart. Now…
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iGarbage
No posting lately, due to extreme business, which is always a good thing. What drew me out of seclusion? After having fooled around with iTunes for a while, I’m worried that some might construe this as a tacit endorsement. Hardly! I’ll tell you why. For some reason, I was just now struck with the need…
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Roma blogging: martedi — pranza
We were actually looking for Da Baffetto, which turns out not to open for lunch. Instead, we headed into Cul de Sac, an enoteca near Piazza Navona. Started with some black olives (again) and some great shaved smoked tuna. Might mistake it for ham if you saw it on the plate. Delicious! Then I had…
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Intermezzo
How’s this for a trifecta: Thursday night: dinner in Rome Friday night: dinner in Paris Saturday night: dinner in New York I have finally lived up to my Jet-Set moniker.
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Roma blogging: giovedi. Ciao, Roma!
Again craving something simple and hearty, a pizza perhaps, we acted on a tip from the distinguished Romaphiles, PL & PM, and headed back to Piazza Navona to Da Francesco. No pizza at lunch (a conspiracy to not fire up the ovens during the day?), so spaghetti for both of us. Cacio e pepe for…
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Paris blogging: vendredi encore
Back in the city of lights again. This time, decided to be good citizens and took the RER into town. The problem isn’t so much with the RER as lugging the bags up an down the stairs of the metro. And when we got to Gare Montparnasse, decided it was a bit far and took…
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Little Stephen
Stephen Colbert was already well on the way to eclipsing his mentor, Jon Stewart, as the master of fake-but-real news. His performance last night at the White House correspondent’s dinner put him over the top. His routine was scathingly funny, all the more so to everyone watching on C-Span since the audience in the room…
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To the editors of the New Yorker
I write reluctantly, and yet with, I feel, an historico-moral imperative to set the record on some key facts. In the first place, my father never visited Kansas with Truman Capote. Indeed, he never set foot in the sunflower state–on this point, there is no doubt. In fact, my father had the curious and somewhat…