by Chrysa Smith Earlier this fall, I went to market in NYC--Chelsea Market. A bit disappointed with the unusually small number of offerings for NY, I headed south last week---south to Philly. MaryFran came along for a day of urban therapy---leaving behind the homogeneous solitude of the burbs for the tastes, sounds and textures of Old World, Italian, South Philly. (Hey, what's it to you?)Imagine Philadelphia--the colonial city, almost a century ago. The [...]
If you wonder who the actor from the previous post is, here is another picture.And a clue: He is BritishAs for the real Becquer, here are some of his poems.Gustavo Adolfo Becquer(1836-1870) 'Rimas' translated from the Spanish by Michael Smith The Dark Swallows(Rima LIII) The dark swallows againon your balcony will hang their nests,and playing knock once moreagainst your window glass. But those that stayed their flightto ponder your beauty and my joy,those [...]
A Middle Aged Woman Laughs at TraditionsBy: Mary Fran BontempoTradition. According to Webster’s Dictionary, it is defined as follows:1: an inherited, established, or customary pattern of thought, action, or behavior 2: the handing down of beliefs and customs from one generation to another 3: cultural continuity in social attitudes, customs, and institutionsLeave it to an intellectual to water something down to the point where it becomes almost unrecognizable. The Webster’s elite have managed [...]
'Tis the season of the ubiquitous craft fair! What are some of the strangest crafts you've seen folks trying to sell? Share by clicking "comments" below, in red.
by Chrysa SmithHey, get back in the kitchen and watch the turkey!!! But if you've got a couple minutes, check this out. Hope your dinner goes a bit smoother.Happy Thanksgiving.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9L3bGKlxzGE&feature=related
This post is for Marie and all my friends at BILY.And in memory of Robert. Debbie, I think of you. "Good for you!" was all Madison said when I told her I had an agent. Her headphones back in her ears, she resumed her typing, while talking simultaneously, to the heads of her girlfriends trapped on the screen. "He invited me to his party," I said. Not surprisingly, I got no answer. "MA-DI-SON!" [...]
