Category: Food and Drink
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Drawing-in
From crisp to cold… The past couple of days when I've left the house, it is chilly; I think each time, I need a scarf. A brief hospital visit, the doctor is late, I don't need the x-ray any time soon so I take the request for it with me and walk quickly out and grab the next bus.…
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In the realm of the sensate
This evening, the Late Shows in the Ouseburn – in an area of studios and galleries, a few small museums, the Ouseburn river running through it all – this is the point in the year when they open everything up, and keep it open, late. Basically a big open house by a whole community of…
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Gastronomic, hypothetic, erotic
Barcelona… So, history: frequently, between about 2003-4 and 2008-9, Susan and Rob and I spent some time each summer in Barcelona, or Sitges, which is nearby enough. Changing circumstances, the deaths of Chris and then Dennis, and my increasing preoccupations in Zürich broke that pattern… And: a few years ago, Susan gave a seminar at…
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To Züri
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A busy, rapidly moving ten days or so, resulting in numerous things done – patients, classes, editing, emails – and also at some points just stopping, almost startled that I didn't want to work on the next thing. My new version of procrastination, I think: something barer, simpler – with far less anxiety. Perhaps this…
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Cities, days: back in August…
So… after my summer was partly derailed by Jung-Institut exams, then the flu and a month of its aftermath – I chose to travel to København (Copenhagen, to you in the back) for my first-ever conference of IAAP, the international Jungian organization; but Stockhom first, for fun, with Annick; and then Manchester, for Pride weekend.…
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Beautiful men
After a couple of weeks with a lot of teaching and students; and after a lot of promises to continue editing the anthology, and studying for my Jung-Institut exams – about half of those promises broken, but I do try to keep going; and after somewhat warmer (though not actually warm) weather; and after a…
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South
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in Academia, Awareness, Books, Cities, Film, Food and Drink, Going Out, Indulgence, Psychology, Travel… a conference in New Orleans. On an airplane, headed from northern England, via Amsterdam and Atlanta, to the real heart of the very South. Unfortunately, I keep being surprised at the sloppy, smelly American passengers in my last couple of air trips to the States – and they always seem to be so loud,…
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Waiters
A gloriously unseasonable week, weather in the low-mid 70s (yes, I still think in Fahrenheit), which led me to telephone Michael and say we have to go hang out somewhere outside: because if we wait too long (according to the forecast, Sunday) it will go back to the usual northeastern weather. And then we'll all…
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Last night
The last night in Zürich… after my final interview, and a very rainy day. The interview went well, I thought – in fact I'm hoping that all six went well; we will see, of course. I was tired and a bit dazed afterwards, wandering the city in the rain, trying to find a place to…
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Brief friends
I have a small black canister of Mariage Frères' Marco Polo tea – a secret blend by classy London tea-makers, one of their most famous, and one of the most delicious and curious blends of flavors… too complex and subtle for me to describe, though a skilled cook could probably identify many of its elements.…
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