Paul Attinello

Category: Travel

  • Prescription

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    So… Mitchell's response to my impulsive desires to travel to, probably, Barcelona, and getting a cat, is, quite sensibly: okay then, get a flight and then get a cat. Melinda's therapeutic suggestion today was the same. All right: I get it. Simple answers to simple desires. A casual phone call to Joyce, she was in…

  • Transitionals

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    The unhappy weight of guilt around productivity has let up somewhat: since Mitchell has kindly started giving me my marching orders – literally telling me what chapter to draft next, and send it to him – and Melinda, going a bit outside the normal range of activity for a therapist, has chimed in asking for…

  • In Train

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    Headed home on the late morning train – pretty crowded but I can still manage a pair of seats to myself. (Hmm, that may be a fairly selfish choice; but I’m feeling tired/wonky enough (gastro again) that I think I deserve some space to myself (especially after the shared bathroom at the hotel – which…

  • Notes from California

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    An enjoyable, if too short and rather fragmented, trip to Los Angeles – saw dear friends (and missed a couple who couldn’t get in to see me); met a lot of new academics among the old ones; and gave, if I say so myself, a good presentation of a sexy topic. Almost everyone in LA…

  • Handing it Over: Living in Hong Kong Now [1997]

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    [Original version of an article published as ‘Hand it Over’, Frontiers San Francisco 16/7 (7/31/97) and Frontiers Los Angeles/National 16/7 (8/8/97).] Flying into Hong Kong’s famous airport, which lies practically between rows of apartment buildings, I thought: Why didn’t anyone ever tell me that Hong Kong was beautiful? Because it is beautiful: behind the crowds…

  • Sitges XI

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    That last afternoon: a major lunch, utterly Catalan food, in a fascinating but frankly rather bizarre restaurant. No wonder, maybe, that Dalí was Catalan – this was indeed surreal at many points – from the sausage tree (actually a grapevine, shellacked, with a selection of local sausages hanging from the branches) to the garlic soup,…

  • Sitges X

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    Words Hmm. Over 6,000 words in the past ten posts, since coming to Sitges on vacation. That’s the equivalent, or nearly, of an academic article… okay let’s say one a bit on the short side, 7,000 is perhaps more normal. And only about 300 words of musicology written in that time. Now I know that…

  • Sitges IX (Girona)

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    Today, cloudy, gray, a sprinkle of rain on the balcony. What a relief, frankly – much cooler (somewhat like a normal summer day in northern England!) – I feel as though I’m recovering from wilting, like a plant at the height of summer. ••• A Girona Yesterday, Girona. Much to do, lots of it tourist-style,…

  • Sitges VIII

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    Selling it I suspect I’m not exactly selling my readers on Sitges this year. Well, obviously that doesn’t matter to Sitges itself – it can take the blow, I think – and most readers will have already decided, quite rightly, that the problems lie with me rather than with the town. But I’m thinking particularly…

  • Sitges VII

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    Tomorrow I shall go to Girona for the day – a good idea, as I clearly need to get out of my funk here (for which pardon me – here I am blogging about a lovely vacation spot and just handing you a lot of neurotic miseries; chalk it up to the heat, and reading…