Banana bread, with walnuts & chocolate chips!
(Protip: substitute 1/2 the butter with applesauce and some cream or yogourt)
Peanut butter cookies, because good apartment smells and well, cookies!
After the first batch, I developed a pretty efficient one-woman assembly line (dough balls, a dip in sugar, forked criss-crosses), but alas, could only bake 6 at a time! Anyway, I am always super pleased at the consistent roundness of these cookies.
L: Cyclists at Queen’s Park, Toronto (my photo, May 2013), R: photo via: Martin Reis
I rode at this year’s Bells on Bloor for the first time!
Life is a wild polyphony, but often a good woman like you can bring about some exquisite resolution of its discords.
Letter from Brahms to Clara (15 October 1868), quoted from Jan Swafford’s Johannes Brahms: A Biography, New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 1997.
Franz Liszt, Liebesträume No. 3 in A flat major (1850)
Set to a poem by Ferdinand Freiligrath, O lieb, so lang du lieben kannst (1845)
O lieb, so lang du lieben kannst!
O lieb, so lang du lieben magst!
Die Stunde kommt, die Stunde kommt,
wo du an Gräbern stehst und klagst!
O love, so long as you can!
O love, so long as you may!
The hour comes, the hour comes,
When you will stand by graves and weep!
Newest baby: Oxalis triangularis. The leaves open and close in response to varying light levels.
My mother’s plant is already flowering, so I’m hoping mine will soon!
“… the question of the archive is not, we repeat, a question of the past. It is not the question of a concept dealing with the past that might already be at our disposal or not at our disposal, an archivable concept of the archive. It is a question of the future, the question of the future itself, the question of a response, of a promise and of a responsibility for tomorrow.”
Jacques Derrida, Archive Fever: A Freudian Impression (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1998), 36.