Ocean

Alright, it is official: Michael Moore’s movie picks up the top prize at Cannes. Is it really because (as is suggested in the WashPost artic...

Is it really possible for a thunderstorm to last for 12 hours? I am waiting for the water to come into the house. One more day of rain and m...

I saw Bon Voyage tonight. I’ll not say much here. Everyone who watches it ought to do so with an open mind. They can then let the film unfol...

A few years back I went up to Odessa Piper, Madison’s chef extraordinaire (so says the James Beard Foundation award committee) and asked her...

I have been working at home the past several days. My work space here is seasonal: I am buried in a misguided solarium amidst jasmine trees ...

At the moment, I am listening to my Chopin CD and thinking about the blog world. I’m quite attached to this CD. In fact, I had taken it with...

I was taking a walk minutes ago and I thought that I had hit the tropics. It is steamy hot outside! Three memorable trains of thought fro...

Yesterday, a friend gave me a copy of Alexander McCall Smith’s new book, ‘The Full Cupboard of Life.” It was an extremely thoughtful gesture...

I know I berated my perennial beds yesterday. I was too harsh. This morning, a closer inspection revealed this: and this: and this...

In the International Herald Tribune I read the following today: And the proper way to begin this crucial project (of repairing damaged re...

Last night I had dinner with a friend. We went to a restaurant expecting a relaxed evening of catching up on the past weeks. The food was fi...

On the last metro (is this the title of a great movie?) ride from Paris to the airport, two musicians with accordions were going from car to...

SIDEWALKS : I walk over from home to a gas station near Border’s where my disabled car is being looked after. It takes me 50 minutes. I pass...

I was away for almost a month. I decided that upon returning I would make some blog changes. Complete overhaul, from appearance to content. ...

In a few hours I leave for the airport to return home. It is a clunky and awkward return because I have to navigate the subway with the suit...

IF YOU LOVE IT SO MUCH, WHY DID YOU LEAVE IT TODAY? Because innocent obsessions can be indulged and my love for the spring garden knows n...

In retracing my steps from Japan, I am like a movie on rewind: Siberia, the Baltic states, France. I’m recovering my lost day as well: no ...