Crise de Conscience

I face a serious personal crisis and I honestly do not know whether, should it come to it, I will be able to rise to the occasion. I am a Patriots fan. My only grandson , eight year old Samuel Emerson Wolff, is a Forty-Niners fan.  If the Patriots beat the Broncos tomorrow and the Niners beat the Seahawks, my Patriots and Samuel's Niners will meet in the Super Bowl on the day I fly home from Paris. I have sent a message to Samuel that I will stand with him and root for the Niners but I do not know whether I am strong enough to stand by my commitment

Oh Lord, Let this cup pass from me.

Head games

I did not bring my viola to Paris because it would not be fair to subject Susie to my practicing in a 330 square foot studio, but I did bring the music for K423 and K424 so that I could practice in my head. I have just "played" K424 and I have to say that Mozart is a real monster. The last movement starts easily enough but by about the fourth variation it is so tricky that I cannot quite hear it in my head. I look forward to trying it for real when I get home.

Mystified

I have watched with dismay and puzzlement the effort by a large group of democratic senators to subvert Obama 's major Iranian diplomatic initiative. There is only one rational explanation - viz that they are in the pocket of AIPAC and Netanyahu. But why on earth is my Senator Hagen part of this cabal?

Does anyone have any actual information?

I am here

I have read your comments but the constraints of the IPhone make it difficult for me to respond.  Today I attempted without success to deposit cash in my Paris bank account. The local branch of my bank was unable to process so arcane a transaction so I must go to the home office in Place de l'Opera. There are times when I wonder.

Another Day Another Dinner

Rabbit this evening, dipped in egg, then dredged in a mixture of chopped hazelnut and five spices and curry, then braised and cooked in butter.  With that, clementine sections sautéed on butter and finally, my own dish, cherry tomatoes sautéed with garlic and chopped basil , washed down with a Sancerre blanc for Susie and a Beaume de venise for me, all to the exquisite lute playing of Paul O'Dette. Not a bad Paris evening.

Hanging in there

Rain this morning. No walk. Tomorrow I shall circumnavigate the fifth Arrondissement.  Coquilles St    Jacques for dinner this evening with Carmelized carrots. Still no computer. Argh!

still Here

Well, I  still here, unable to blog but enjoying the Chris Christie meltdown. For those of you of a more serious turn of mind, Jackie Jones' new book, A Dreadful Deceit , is brilliant. The work now being done by the finest American Historians is far better than anything being done by sociologist or economists or political scientists or philosophers.