As I am writing this, it is the Monday morning after Superbowl Sunday here in America. I had an odd experience on Saturday, the day before the big game. I was at the market in the afternoon, and as I walked up to the butcher counter I recognized I had stepped into a "man-zone". Men... Continue Reading →
Dr Eliot’s’ Five Foot Shelf
I came of age as a bright-eyed student in the middle of another flare up of the canon wars. Not “cannon”, as in the large gunpowder piece of artillery that shoots steel balls between pirate ships. Not “Canon” the camera company, in some sort of field battle where photography equipment is launched across a field... Continue Reading →
The Big Seven, Something Different and A One Night Stand
Captain’s Log, Stardate 11-2015 Anyone who has followed my humble attempts at a blog here knows I have been listening to a great deal of Mozart’s music in recent months. Most recently, I have been swimming in Mozart operas. Currently I am working my way through the seven of Wolfgang’s 22 operas that have stayed... Continue Reading →