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Friday
Sep172010

Knowing lots of things

"Not knowing something is one way to be independent of it – but knowing lots of things is a better way and makes you more independent."

Elif Batuman: Get a Real Degree

Recommended reading: My 12-Hour Blind Date and The Possessed: Adventures with Russian Books and the People Who Read Them, which made me laugh and laugh and laugh.

Finally, as Pushkin, a Russian, was ambiguously positioned between the "Orient" and the seventeenth-century Anglo-French tradition of travelogue, so was I ambiguously positioned between Turkey and the exasperating twentieth-century discourse of "shoestring travel": the quest for an idyll where, for three U.S. dollars, Mustafa would serve you a home-cooked meal and tell you about his hair collection. The worst part of this discourse was its specious left-wing rhetoric, as if it were a form of "sticking it to the man" to reject a chain motel in favor of a cold-water pension completely filled with owls.

Friday
Sep172010

Théâtre du Châtelet

I love getting emails in French, which presuppose that I have any idea what the sender is talking about, but "La première comédie musicale américaine moderne" is fairly self-explanatory. Alas! I cannot attend. But "Sweeney Todd" next spring: oui oui.

Friday
Sep172010

How Can I Be Sure of You

 

How Can I Be Sure of You | Harry Nilsson

In anticipation of.

Friday
Sep172010

French Fridays

Rounding out the week: I would like to own a pair of these ballet flats one day, which will occur at approximately the same time I can afford to buy the moon, but first I would need to get up enough courage to actually walk into a Chanel store.

Magic 8 Ball says: not bloody likely.

[image: {Jessica Louise} @flickr]

Thursday
Sep162010

The Stephen Sondheim Theatre

I cry easy, too, my good man, and seldom more so than when you are involved.

via @steveonbroadway