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

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Monday, June 1, 2020

May Went Out With Bang and Fire

     . . . . Tearing off the May page of the wall calendar this morning, a yellow sticky slapped on the page back in February was revealed – we were to be at the Spoleto festival this coming weekend, seeing Rhiannan Giddens, who has been shouting out Cuba and Its Music for such long time. It was part of my birthday present that el V had planned back in February. I'd completely forgotten about that, as I have just about everything from Before.

     . . . . Didn’t sleep until very late last night due to helicopters, sirens, fire trucks, protesters and rioters and looters (these last three are not in the same category) going on all night.

Surges of action, back and forth from up in Brooklyn (until the bridges were closed), and down from the north in Midtown, from the east in Union Square, and us right in the middle of it.  Already by 2 AM there were multiple fires and smash-and-grabs. It's the fire -- and there was one set on the Prince Street corner a block above us -- that have us scared    

 . . . . Returned from walkabout checking out the neighborhood. Haven't seen so many cops on these blocks in -- well, ever -- as are on the blocks today. It seemed to be about half and half of masked vs maskless people out and about.

People filling U Hauls with their apartment goods -- moving out, when at this time of the year the U Hauls would be bringing in the possessions of all the wealthy young students moving in.  

Bars, restaurants, cafés, coffee shops, yogurt shops, etc. that from last weekend through Saturday had built out and blocked off all the sidewalks and much of the streets for normal pedestrians, today retracted that in favor of boarding up their places and constructing more security.

All the stores finally boarding up. I was puzzled all along that they hadn't done it.  Looks as though it was Prince Street, with all those high end, desirable types of shops from Prada to Coach, from Chanel to Guicci, from Apple to NARS, to David Yerman got trashed from Broadway on the east, to 6th Ave. on the west.

The people doing these looting its aren't part of the protests, aren't protesters at all.  They are gangs who know what they are doing, at least when it came to the luxury stores. They came in vehicles, for one thing, and a lot of these vehicles have out-of-state plates, according to the journalists who were there -- who threatened and attacked too for daring to record.

These criminals are using the ongoing tragedy to expand their profession of breaking and entering and grabbing for profit.  And, ya, these do look to be people of color, already dressed in the most up-to-date expensive, designer athletic gear. But they are not the same frustrated, angry, desperate people setting cop cars on fire -- aided and abetted I will bet good money by provocateurs, not to mention the cops themselves (I put protesters, rioters and looters in separate categories).  The looters don't have that kind of guts of protesters, and certainly don't share The Community Strikes Back moral backbone.

I'm betting the looters will be back here tonight -- though I hope I'm wrong. [edited to add mayor de Blasio has just imposed an 11 PM curfew; his daughter was among the protesters arrested last night.]  That would make 4 straight nights of no sleep -- as if that's the suffering on the level of every front line we can think of which protesters are suffering, along with the relentless erasure of justice, rights, dignity and hope.  In the meantime, deathcultpsychopathchief cowers and whines in the White House bunker.  The Protesters aren’t letting up in D.C. may the Lord bless and keep them*And even to protest the takeover of the US by the Biggest Looter, it takes African Americans to again put their bodies at risk to both covid-19 and arrest and beating and murder -- and we benefit. As awful as we believe things to be, we are all too comfortable, even now, in the pandemic, to do anything.

Saw some big burly types get out of a very fine ride with Texas plates, and just walk around our street looking at places. I think looting (as opposed to getting necessary supplies denied, like water and insulin) awful, but it sure as hell isn't a surprise or shock (though while it is going on, it's, well, scary). Looting, sanctioned and otherwise -- see accounts of London during the Bubonic Plague -- though then the booty tended to kill the looters too -- has always happened in plagues and wars and by now with all the disasters this nation has been going through just from climate change, the organized thieves have lots of experience of knowing when to arrive in a place of massive disruption.

Thank goodness E's latest CARE package of THC:CBD products arrived this morning! I need some soothing.  Our wine delivery just arrived this afternoon too -- while a lot of liquor stores got trashed, ours thank goodness was spared. But today, as well as their steel shutters, they are boarding up over the shutters too. And sitting in the back and in the vast cellar with their shotguns -- in company with some of their male relatives. Their supply of French wine is vastly depleted because of those embargos deathcultpsychopathchief slammed on French products.  So how much longer will I get wine?  People are reporting that in a lot cities with the liquor stores looted and the remaining ones anywhere nearby closed and boarded up and stock removed, they can't get a drink now.

After being thrilled Wednesday at having moved back to Manhattan -- and bringing us some organic, free range meat, personally butchered by the farmer (which means I probably won't need any more for a lot of the summer, particularly as I tend to quit eating meat all together in the summer) -- yesterday afternoon P and K went back to the Family Big House on Long Island Sound. 

     . . . . I didn't think I'd been losing any more weight since about the middle of April when I was able to start exercising again and calmed down. I'm eating very well, resumed drinking wine in May, and despite the workouts, since I go out hardly at all, I didn't think there would be any more weight loss. El V is still losing weight, very slowly, gradually, in a very healthy manner, but I thought surely I'd hit plateau for how we're living.

But as of this morning I had to pull out a smaller sizes, packed away from back in the days when I was recovering from being truly way too thin. What's up with that? Anyway, I put on some gold, shiny earrings and a gold chain, before going out (masked -- guess I'll never wear lipstick again?). Tonight, after dinner, I'm painting my toenails.  It's barely 60 today, but by the weekend it will be in the 80's. It's gonna be a long hot summer, one way and another, and I'm ready to live it through!

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*   Interesting that across the country all these protests are local, since people now can't travel easily -- unlike the looters and the provocateurs to riot and looting.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Happy New Year -- May 2015 Be Healthy, Prosperous and Satisfying

A fine start to 2015:



on British telly season 3 of Last Tango In Halifax begins Sunday. It shall surely arrive here on PBS sometime soon after.

As the temps are supposed to stay around freezing here for a few days at least, and the weather's supposed to turn nasty after New Year's, about noon I took out the cart for a grocery shopping marathon that started at Gourmet Garage, truundled east to Whole Foods, went across Houston and turned back west to Morton Williams, then beyond to Raffettos Est. 1906!, the Porto [sic] Rico for the Finest Coffee and Teas Since 1907 [their coffee and tea may be best, but their spelling isn't ...],


then back east again to SoHo Wines & Spirits. The cart was entirely filled by the time I buzzed for el V to come down and help me hump the stuffs up to the shelves and fridge.

Lots of salad materials, as the lettuces, kale, etc. actually looked good today. Alas for fresh produce though -- the vegetables that were good, like the sweet peppers and eggplant -- the eggplant! it was beautiful! -- are on el V's restricted list of foods. Butternut squash, I got -- to make into a soup or just bake, don't know. There were no brussels sprouts. The cauliflower was $6.99 a head, so no. Got some broccoli, mushrooms, zucchini, pears and apples, and organic dried apricots. Lots of cheeses and olives stored yet in the fridge, so need for those.


No champagne for fizzy stuff is terrible for el V's condition, so some bottles of Frascati, that light, fresh tasting wine from the Latium / Lazio region in which is located Rome, on the western side of Italy, that's not as high in alcohol content as generally They are making wines (and beers ) have now.

This is the year and logo of the bottles I got.
Frascati was fashionable in the era of the jet set,* before most USians outside of NYC or San Francisco were drinking wine much, or at all.  I first heard of it from reading Erica Jong and Vanity Fair magazine in college -- when I drank tequila or beer, but mostly I, ah, just, ah, smoked . . . .  and has not been heard of since, at least around here.


But this fall the Soho Wine guys (Italians all) ended up with a few cases as part of some larger purchase from one of their Italian wine distributors, who is pushing Frascati as part of a deal with its vintners.

The day I saw the Frascati on the shelves of the Italian wines section, I grabbed one, to try it, and as a tribute of sorts to Erica Jong and her fearless, adventurous explorations of everything that promised pleasure, interest and inspiration.

Opened once it was chilled, while starting a pasta dinner, it was equally wonderful to drink after the meal was finished as it was to drink with the food. Best of all, it turns out that, consumed cautiously, el V's GERD can tolerate drinking 2 - 3 glasses without ill effect.

It's also very inexpensive -- $7.99 a bottle, plus the hefty state liquor tax. Of course, these days, quite a few Italian products have gotten a lot less expensive here, as Italy's economy is still in the sewer and showing no signs of climbing out.

So far, the Wine guys say, I'm the only one who has been buying the Frascati, so it's certainly not fashionable. Which is terrific for me, except if I'm the only one buying it, then the Wine guys won't be ordering it. But if if this wine does get fashionable again, it would be too expensive for my budget.

Just noticing, now, how I went off at the keyboard, I realize that one of the dimensions of my ongoing wine delight is that wines are tightly twined with history, history of place, history of trade -- and geography.

P.S. So many books have entered our apartment since the week before Christmas and two more arrived yet today! BooksBooksBooks! As our reading has been so project-focused latterly, which meant perusing documents as opposed to reading, while many great books in history were published this year, our friends evidently wanted to make sure we didn't miss them.   Many, many thanks!

P.P.S.  One more day to go and I can declare I wasn't sick a single day of the holiday season.  :)

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*   If I'm recalling correctly -- it's been at least 10 years since I watched La Dolce Vita -- Frascati wine bottles are seen in that film from 1960?

Saturday, February 2, 2013

How Cold Today Is

I planned to make a wine sauce / reduction for my Without Himself Non-Pasta Saturday Dinner to go on my steak (other parts are baked potato and broccoli -- on broccoli kick -- it's so nice and green in this winter landscape). Red wine, naturally. One doesn't generally chill red wine, except in some circumstances and those are usually summer circumstances and particular red wines, which the bottles I have here are not.

I opened the wine to start the reduction and the wine is chilled! I mean, chilled, as in cold! from sitting where the unopened bottles of wine sit in this apartment. So I have set the bottle within close range of the oven, in which the potato is baking. Cold red wine is without bouquet and thus without flavor and destroys the wine's legs* -- by that last bit we mean the wine's capacity to cling to the sides of the glass after being swirled to release the bouquet or just when tipped to the mouth to drink. Generally if your wine isn't doing that, it's not the best wine in the world -- though it would be OK probably to cook with. But then all wine is good to cook with, no matter how good or how bad, unless really spoiled with mold or turned to vinegar -- and even the vinegar can have its uses in the kitchen.

I am pleased to report that the warming of the wine -- not really warm, of course, but not cold, has been a success.

Himself, in the meantime, has just texted that they are coming down the mountains and the Bay of Jakmel is in view. Whew. It was a bit of a hairy drive, shall we say?

Snow in the offing here.


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* Not that I'm anything, not even the most reaching stretch of the words, a wine expert, much less a sommelier. I am, though, an oenophile, which means nothing but a person who drinks enjoys wine.