I’m just gonna try to ease my way back into writing by posting a few garden photos. After an extended wedding-planning sabbatical, it takes a while to get my thoughts in a row. Not sure how many words exactly these pictures are worth but they’ll have to do for today.
When we got back to Canaan for July 4th, the garden was in the state of blossom that I anticipated for the big weekend. Everything is lagging 2-3 weeks behind its usual growing and blooming schedule here this year. My original plan was to use many more flowers and plants . . . CONTINUE READING → Two weeks later
I can’t believe it’s only been two weeks since the big weekend. Feels like one long wedding decompression party. Although we also went on a mini-moon to Tulum, celebrated quite a bunch of birthdays (including my 40th and James’ 35th), Dr. Meredith’s successful dissertation defense, Pride Weekend…a very dense summer schedule, indeed! Finally, we went back to Canaan for July 4th and heard Renée Fleming sing Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah at Tanglewood, another life-altering experience.
Anyway, the garden is finally in full bloom, and I have a few photos to share, but first a quick quiz.
Question 1: How’s married life? . . . CONTINUE READING → Photo Quiz!
A very special day for me – Valeriy Pecheykin’s excellent play “A Little Hero / Crematorium” that I had the honor of translating together with John Turiano premiers at Dixon Place Theater tonight!!!
In my biased opinion, it provides a pretty powerful insight into the psychological reality of living gay in today’s Russia. Its message is beyond gay or straight – it is about those who desperately cling to love and dignity at a time when Russia’s massive propaganda machine mercilessly injects its citizens’ brains with fear and hatred.
It was written just a few months ago as “A Little . . . CONTINUE READING → My play translation debut
We just learned that the recently wed couple who was tragically trapped inside the stairwell during the fire lived in the apartment right above ours.
It shouldn’t change anything about how one perceives the tragedy but it does. We never met in person but they did write us an extremely nice note when they first moved in to apologize for any possible construction noise. We could sometimes hear their parties, sometimes there was a doggy barking. This is so heartbreaking.
I was thinking yesterday about all the constant fire drills in American schools that teach you literally nothing else than . . . CONTINUE READING → some afterthoughts
NYT: A 27-year-old man was killed and dozens of residents were displaced Sunday in a three-alarm fire at a luxury high-rise building in Hell’s Kitchen, officials said.
This was a pretty terrifying hour-and-a-half, being trapped inside a 37th floor apartment by myself, even though, as it turned out, my life was fairly safe the whole time… Counting my blessings today though, and would like to say a big heartfelt thank you to the brave New York City firefighters, our equally brave building staff, 911 operators, all emergency responders and all friends and strangers who offered their support. And to send . . . CONTINUE READING → my account of the fire
A quick splash of magenta for this rainy and foggy but so amazingly cool(er) day.
The image above was the challenge of the latest photo quiz. And the correct answer is…
- the bud of a zinnia flower!
No one guessed it… but a few people thought it was an artichoke – doesn’t it remarkably look like one? Well, they belong to the same Asteraceae family (that also includes sunflowers, asters and daisies), so it’s not surprising that . . . CONTINUE READING → Answer to the photo quiz, plus a bumblebee
Found this newly emerged alien on a sorrel leaf today… I didn’t even know we have cicadas in Canaan, NY. Couldn’t resist snapping a bunch of closeups. Enjoy! (Or not.)
. . . CONTINUE READING → And now cicadas?!
What is this, you ask? Brooklyn Battery tunnel? But where are the toll booths?
No, it’s not a tunnel – it’s a woodchuck hole under a rhubarb plant. Fatniss Everdeen is back, ladies and gentlemen, and she dug out an even larger hole in place of the one I foolishly thought I’d sealed last time. Both President S’crow and I grossly underestimated her resilience.
Fatniss has stomped out half of my onions and keeps tasting tomatoes for ripeness.
. . . CONTINUE READING → Japanese beetles, Fatniss, weeds – and some pretty photos
Mackerel is one of my favorite types of fish to eat raw. I love its firmer, denser texture and delicately fishy taste (sounds like an oxymoron, I know…). Weirdly, I even prefer mackerel sashimi to yellowtail (mackerel sashimi box at Izakaya 10, mmmmm….), and wherever there’s mackerel ceviche on the menu, I go for it. Last week I made up my own version.
Confirm with your fishmonger that the mackerel is very fresh — you don’t want it to taste any fishier than it already does by . . . CONTINUE READING → Spanish Mackerel Ceviche
I woke up with a strong craving to do something with the baguette that Anna and Nick brought on Thursday night and that has since gone delightfully stale on our kitchen counter. Here’s what ended up happening:
There was also a slightly overripe mango and a pack of blueberries that got a bit of a frostbite sitting on the top shelf of the fridge that need to be used up. In my mind, mango combines very nicely with blueberries (plus a pinch of cinnamon), blueberries . . . CONTINUE READING → Today’s breakfast: French toast with mango and blueberries