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Rostropovich and Richter

I credit my youngest sister for introducing me to these guys playing this piece, but it might have been my father. I’ve listened to several different musicians playing this, and none matches these two. None. The vid starts in the middle, but it’s still worth watching Rostropovich make the cello weep.

Casals plays Bach

Bach’s first solo cello suite looks deceptively simple on the page. It doesn’t call for virtuosity as such, but to sound like more than an ├ętude requires someone like Pablo Casals.

Who are you again?

DrugMonkey has revived a blog meme that originated with uber science writer Ed Yong. It is basically a request for readers to “de-lurk”. On any blog, the majority of readers never comment, and the people who do comment tend to so over and over again. Writers are inherently narcissistic. As bloggers we can get an…

Summer reading list

I’m looking forward to having some time to read this summer. I’ve planned a total of two weeks away from work, and if all goes well, I’ll get some time to plow through a few good reads. My first trip away will be my usual gig as a camp doctor in Ontario. Last year I…

Another Fathers’ Day—so soon…

I visited a physician this week as a patient. The details of the meeting are in the TMI category, but the long a short of it was he gave me advice that the altmed folks wouldn’t believe. Surrounded by the most advanced diagnostic technology, armed with a nearly infinite pharmacopoeia, he made a single recommendation:…

Mmmm…. #baconblogwars

Of all the crappy things I eat, bacon is probably the crappiest. Thankfully, I eat it only rarely, but if you were to put a pound of cooked bacon in front of me, I would eat a pound of cooked bacon and ask for more. But since I want to live long enough to watch…

A spring day

Most mornings, I get up with my daughter, or more accurately, I wake her up. We have our little morning rituals—I turn on her lamp (or this time of the year, open her shade), pick her up and take her downstairs (something I might not be able to do for much longer). I turn on…

Papers please

Many years ago, when fascist Jean-Marie Le Pen was riding a wave of racist sentiment in France, I was a young student out with friends on a perfect spring evening along the Seine. There was at that time always a vigorous national police presence in Paris. The CRS with their sub-machine guns were visible outside…

Epistle from an Undisclosed Vacation

I never thought it would happen, but here we are. I can smell the ocean, hear the wind in the coconut palms. My arms are leaden from swimming, my shoulders reddened by the sun. A little while ago, I was body surfing. When you catch a wave—really catch it—you are weightless, and it is magnificent.…

Saturday miscellania

It’s a cold day here in Lake Woebegone southeast Michigan. I’m looking out the kitchen window at the thermometer: +11 F, which is apparently the same -11 C. From my kitchen table, I can see the neighbors let out the dog, who seems unfazed by the cold. He’s some sort of little fuzzy white dog…