LINES OF THE DAY

". . . But the past does not exist independently from the present. Indeed, the past is only past because there is a present, just as I can point to something over there only because I am here. But nothing is inherently over there or here. In that sense, the past has no content. The past -- or more accurately, pastness -- is a position. Thus, in no way can we identify the past as past." p. 15

". . . But we may want to keep in mind that deeds and words are not as distinguishable as often we presume. History does not belong only to its narrators, professional or amateur. While some of us debate what history is or was, others take it into their own hands." p. 153

Silencing the Past: Power and the Production of History (1995) by Michel-Rolph Trouillot

Monday, December 24, 2012

Holmes For the Holidays! "The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle" - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1859-1930)


As part of the holiday observations, remember Sherlock Holmes and “The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle.”


You can also see Jeremy Brett doin’ it right; if you don’t have netflickers streaming, you can watch it here.

This is  my all time favorite Brett-Holmes.  And Brett as Holmes is still the very best Holmes there ever was or shall be.

Happy Holidays ....

Love, C.

P.S. My personal holiday adventure, making pulled pork in my oven at home, concluded successfully at 12:30 AM this morning, as I discovered a perfect crust of rub and crackling, and the meat fell from the bone, filled with savor and mouthwatering aroma.  It took nearly two days, but it was worth it.

2 comments:

T. said...

I can taste that pork!

Foxessa said...

Yea verily, and it was good.

Is still good.

And gettin' gooder.

Ah-hem.

Pulled pork just gathers sabroso, though it doesn't stay around very long, no matter how much of it there is, initially.

:)

All best to you and yours for these holidays -- and I do hope you are getting to relax and rest a little bit. Though one does get the impression that you aren't much about resting quietly at any time, unless you are very tired. Which you surely must be.

Love, C.