Category Archive for 'Visual arts'

I read The Sunday New York Times, so you don’t have to First music of the day, the smoky saxophone of Ben Webster. He also worked well Saturday afternoon on the deck, as I wound down a beautiful day with a cigar and a glass of whiskey, while a pork shoulder relaxed in its smoker […]

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I read The Sunday New York Times, so you don’t have to: Sept. 5 This morning’s coffee is from the island of Java. I’ve loaded the five-CD changer with all John Coltrane. 1, Page One at a glance: Democrats are calculating which of their candidates are hopeless causes in the November election and will abandon […]

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I read The Sunday New York Times, so you don’t have to: June 27 I’m back to reading The Sunday Times for you, after a two-week absence that I’m blaming on barbecue and jazz. This morning, Miles Davis’ Miles in the Sky is drifting out the deck speakers, chicken thigh quarters are marinating in a […]

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I read The Sunday New York Times, so you don’t have to: June 6 Nine days without a blog. Sorry! I’ve been busy. The barbecue team, The Smokin’ Dopes, stunned the Memorial Day competition here with a first-place finish (more on that in a day or two). Bob Dylan’s 69th birthday was noted with a […]

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I read the Sunday New York Times, so you don’t have to: May 23 First music of the day: The Allman Brothers Band’s Eat a Peach, because it was in the CD player from last night. Two big pork shoulders are already in the smoker, to be joined by a rack or two of ribs […]

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The Critical Mass

I read The Sunday New York Times, so you don’t have to: April 9 I’m planning on smoking ribs slow over mesquite wood this morning, starting at maybe 11 a.m. But as of now, 7 a.m., snow is whirling past the windows and settling on the deck, at the feet of the Adirondack chairs. The […]

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I read The Sunday New York Times, so you don’t have to: May 2 It is a morning of scents here. A salmon, for my friend Frank’s 70th birthday later today,¬† is in the smoker on the deck. The lilacs have peaked, the flowering crabapple tree is an explosion of white blossoms. 1, No one’s […]

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I read The Sunday New York Times, so you don’t have to First music of the day: June Christy’s Something Cool, a 1955 record that introduced the “vocal cool” period, and one of the excellent pieces of old vinyl that I picked up during my new favorite holiday, Saturday’s Record Store Day. “I don’t ordinarily […]

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The Critical Mass

I read The Sunday New York Times, so you don’t have to Sorry this is late. I had to make breakfast for some house¬† guests and get them to the airport, then pick up all of the guy stuff; cigar butts, champagne bottles and muscle-building magazines. Now, let’s see what’s happening in The Times. 1, […]

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The Critical Mass

I read the Sunday New York Times, so you don’t have to April 4, 2010 First music of the day: Morning Glory: The Tim Buckley Anthology. The coffee: Mexican Oaxacan, with the the slightest whiff of vanilla. 1, Happy Easter! Oh, but maybe not you, Pope Benedict XVI. Addressing the growing scandal regarding the Vatican […]

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