Monday, November 29, 2021
Saturday, November 27, 2021
“Oh if life were made of moments,Even now and then a bad one.But if life were only moments,Then you'd never know you had one.”
“Stop worrying where you're goingMove onIf you can know where you're goingYou've goneJust keep moving onI chose, and my world was shakenSo what?The choice may have been mistakenThe choosing was notYou have to move on”
Tuesday, November 23, 2021
There are suddenly all kinds of whispers right now that Biden and Harris want to kill each other. Biden nominated Harris because he wanted a Vice President who would be as close to him as Obama, and over years, Harris has reminded many people of Obama, including Obama. Instead, it may be the worst, most volatile relationship between a President and Vice President since Kennedy and Johnson.
Saturday, November 20, 2021
The guys who got shot were terrible too, and there's no question, and there's no limit to the amount the Left is willing to sweep people's flaws under the rug when it's convenient. But between the scum on the Left and the scum on the Right, this is why the Right in America is clearly more dangerous. The political Left is not going into places they shouldn't be with guns looking for trouble.
Friday, November 19, 2021
Thursday, November 18, 2021
From Alexander Vedernikov's last performance before he died of COVID giving a revelatorily insightful performance of Honegger's Second Symphony in Poland. Vedernikov was a giant of the podium for the relatively few who knew about him. It's easy enough to give an exciting performance of Scheherazade or Prokofiev 5, it's much harder to make a work like Honegger 2 come to life, but when you do, it's a much more profound, life-changing experience than the type of performance you come away from feeling as though you've been through a virtuoso thrill ride. A Honegger symphony can take your mind on a journey through the 20th century and all its ugly fears and anxieties, and all the moreso when one hears it amid the COVID era. Vedernikov brings a structural rigor from it you don't get from Munch's dionysian thrillride, or can hear amid Karajan's dark plush apolstery, but within that rigor is an astonishing lyricism that soars right along with the music. It really is as good a performance as I've ever heard of this still underrated masterpiece of the 20th century. The violas have trouble with their high notes in the finale, but amid that there are some of the cleanest and most precisely played syncopations you'll ever hear that generate enormous tension.
I went to the most depressing foreign policy talk I expect to ever go to in my lifetime last night. It was depressing not because of the far-sightedness of the speaker, but the short-sightedness. This was a Trump Undersecretary who said that the most pressing issue of our time is the potential for war with China and the existential importance of shoring up our alliances with all the major East Asian countries who surround China.
Wednesday, November 17, 2021
And it was Lisette's turn to say the Benedic Domine before the meal, which she said, as every good French girl knows and does in Latin three times a day. Therese the governess always thought Lisette's pronunciation particularly fine for a simple housekeeper and has always wondered if Lisette concealed some illegitimate nobility in her origin.
Frederic, Rachel's tutor, always had a nasty word for this ritual, as he would, that mad socialist who never missed an opportunity to remind everyone that he was part of the Commune in '71 who overthrew Napoleon III, but Therese could not help it and as she sometimes did, marveled out loud at how little trouble Frederic had responding 'Amen' as a communist who 'hates us.'
Frederic simply shrugged his shoulders; as a socialist it cost him nothing to worship idols.
Frederic had an answer for everything, and Therese could, as usual, couldn't help but respond in a 1% shouting tone "how can you believe we're idolators?"
"Look at all those statues you bow down to in your Cathedrals."
"They're not gods."
"Certainly they're gods. Saints, gods, it's all the same!"
"How can you believe that?"
"At least the Trinity is real gods, but the Saints are pagan statues! You pray to Joseph to replace your ceiling like he's Vesta then you pray to Matthew to pay for it like he's Juno. And I will tell you something else, back in '71..."
And Lisette as always came to the rescue:
"We know, you were there when they shot the Archbishop, unless you pulled the trigger this time we don't want to hear about it."
But since becoming the glory of Le Cordon Bleu, Louis has never missed an opportunity to bring his newfound political views into the conversation. You would think as one of Paris's most famous chefs, he would be more concerned with his art than ever, but as usual with celebrity chefs, the standard was a shell of what it was when he had something to prove, and his diners would still be amazed, knowing no difference. Rather than food, Louis inevitably focused on the weekly outrage in La Libre Parole. Sometimes he even got his opinions from l'Antijuif but he knew better than to tell anyone in Maison Bloch.
"I can have at least have a little appreciation for socialism, you care about the poor, even if your poor are everyone except the French."
Frederic seemed almost in a hurry to nibble on the hook this evening: "It's also French people!"
"Frenchmen can't get what they need if they have to share it with the whole world!"
"Why shouldn't we care about the world?"
"Because you are a French!"
"Am I a French? How many times has our anti-Semtic cook told us that Jews can never be French?"
"How are you a Jew Frederic? You are a socialist!"
"I have Jewish blood!"
"I thought you told me that only your grandfather was Jewish."
"Doesn't that mean that my Frenchness is impure?"
"Relax Frederic, there's not an anti-Semite in the world who'd consider you a Jew because you have a Jewish grandparent."
"You cry out all the time how much Jewish blood pollutes the purity of France!"
"Frederic, no one has pure French blood."
"Frederic, you are Alsatian, I am Alsatian. Even if you are partly Jewish, you are partly German too, and German blood is better than French."
Louis must have been in a better humor than recently because he was usually not ready to concede that much, and it was especially on Friday nights that he was most belligerent. It was only the last Sabbath dinner that Louis explained how since Frederic's surname - Waldteufel, means 'forest devil' in German, Frederic on his Jewish side descends from devils. When Frederic kindly pointed out that it was the Germans who forced their Jews to take insulting surnames, Louis replied that surely the Germans forced their Jews to take such names after Jews did something evil. Louis felt more belligerent than ever, but his aim was on another target.