Another travel day
This morning I leave San Francisco for the return trip home. Taking the day off, hope to return to blogging tomorrow.
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I guess I need to visit this one
A museum completely dedicated to the works of Magritte is in the planning stages. His most famous work, of course, the apple-in-front-of-face “Son of Man,” will be there.
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Austin Bay has written an article that is both thoughtful and thought-provoking. It covers a great deal of territory quickly and concisely, which is what Bay himself did on his recent whirlwind visit to Afghanistan and Iraq. The article contains … Continue reading →
Paul Robeson (Part III–conclusion)–a mind can be an impossible thing to change
Now, for the source of the Itzhak Feffer story. It was Robeson’s son, Paul Robeson, Jr. I could not locate the original account, but the story itself can be found at a number of websites. My guess is that it … Continue reading →
San Francisco
In San Francisco today, and it’s not even foggy. I am fortunate enough to be staying with relatives/friends who live not far from the Golden Gate Bridge. Who doesn’t love San Francisco? It’s such a unique and lovely city–and of … Continue reading →
Paul Robeson (Part II): a mind can be an impossible thing to change
In attempt to begin to answer the questions posed at the end of Part I, I did a bit of research. Here, for background, is some general biographical material on Robeson, showing what a trailblazer he was, the sort of … Continue reading →
Gastronomic interlude
I have to put in a plug for the best Middle Eastern restaurant in Los Angeles, IMHO: the Carnival on Woodman in Studio City. Cheap, plentiful, and delicious–who could ask for anything more? For me, Mideastern food is the best … Continue reading →
Paul Robeson (Part I)–a mind can be an impossible thing to change
This post isn’t really another one about Radical Son, although it was sparked by a story that appeared in the book. Horowitz relates a bloodcurdling incident in the life of the great Afro-American actor, singer, football player, Columbia Law School … Continue reading →
More evidence that I’m not so young anymore
Okay, I don’t quite get it. I was in the elevator at my Woodland Hills motel, and in walked a lovely young girl. By “young girl” I mean she was somewhere between sixteen and twenty-six; I can’t quite tell the … Continue reading →
Journalists through the decades: tenure?
I know I’ve written quite a bit about the book Radical Son, in which David Horowitz details the process by which he changed from activist leftist to neocon (see here and here for examples of my posts). But the book … Continue reading →
Tengo una remera del Che y no sé por qué
A recent issue of the New Republic featured this article entitled “The Killing Machine” by Alvaro Vargas Llosa. The subject is Che Guevara, that familiar and longstanding “logo of revolutionary (or is it capitalist?) chic.” That seems to be what … Continue reading →
California dreamin’
Dreaming of what? Of real estate. I picked up one of those “Homes and Land of the San Fernando Valley” freebies from the supermarket. Glossy pictures of page after page of home listings. Most of the actual buildings look surprisingly … Continue reading →