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Next Great Artist 6: Shirts and Skins

Posted July 18th, 2010

In episode 6, a collaborative challenge was custom-designed for drama, an art school equivalent of shirts and skins in gym class. BRAVO producers determined that interpersonal tensions are entertaining in a way that the creation of art is not. In the first five contests, ideas and opinions expressed during production generated accusations of idea theft….

Sea Cloud 2: Swells and Sails

Posted January 21st, 2014
Sea Cloud 2: Swells and Sails

“The engine drives the boat through the water,” Peter Warwick, the naval specialist on the cruise said. “With the sails up, she moves with the water.” The feeling, the difference, was evident even to a landlubber like me. Last night as we sailed toward St. Barts, a squall blew up. I discovered this only because…

What I Don’t Realize That My Students Don’t Know

Posted May 28th, 2013
What I Don’t Realize That My Students Don’t Know

Since the class of 2002, Beloit College has published an annual “Mindset List,” a statement of cultural milestones and realities that current college freshman may or may not know or share. Needless to say, it is a list that makes my Baby-Boomer’s heart clank like a junkyard jalopy. Here are a few items that caught…

Making Danute’s Bread

Posted August 11th, 2013
Making Danute’s Bread

I did it. I baked a bread that was almost like the bread Danute served with breakfast at the Nemunas Tour guesthouse in Kaunas, Lithuania: dense, sweet, nutty with seeds and whole grains, crunchy of crust. I have pined for good Lithuanian bread from the day we got home in May, 2012. Okay, I have…

Happy Anniversary

Posted September 6th, 2009

Thank heavens for the television this morning. We had eaten breakfast and were still without newspapers at 8:00, midmorning by our standards. Once I completed the border on an afghan I started crocheting in 2007, I was left with nothing to do at all. On “Weekend Today,” Lester Holt pondered the reason boomers were all…

In the Middle 1: Kansas City Here We Come

Posted October 16th, 2013
In the Middle 1: Kansas City Here We Come

Under the grey sky, in the grey light of early morning, Eero Saarinen’s Gateway Arch looked dully grey as I peered through the window of the plane as it descended toward the St. Louis airport. I am sure the view from the ground—now that there appears to be some kind of concord in Congress that…

Lietuva 3: The Crossroads of Lithuania

Posted May 19th, 2012
Lietuva 3: The Crossroads of Lithuania

It’s gonna be a hot time in Kaunas this weekend. Two days of fun commence Saturday and on Friday workers were constructing stages and setting up sound systems from Kaunas Castle to the Botanical Garden and even on the banks of the Nemunas River. By late afternoon when we arrived at the Garden, a dozen…

The Naples Jaunt 4: Mining and Minding the Past     

Posted March 5th, 2017
The Naples Jaunt 4: Mining and Minding the Past     

Ruins. Antiquities. The bones of the dead. Italy is a place where one culture layers on another, razing, reusing, raising new structures for new orders. Italy has commoditized her archaeological past since long before she was unified as a nation in 1860. Romans collected and copied works of Greek art. Greek, Roman, Egyptian relics were…

Šeima Means Family 7: The Republic of Užupis

Posted May 29th, 2015
Šeima Means Family 7: The Republic of Užupis

We could not have imagined what a good choice the apartment at Užupio 26-11 would turn out to be. My Dear One found the listing online. We both loved the old-fashioned blue-upholstered furniture and the sunlight flooding in the window. The apartment claimed a view of Gediminas’ Tower, that famous ruin on a Vilnius hilltop….

On the Gulf Coast 3

Posted January 14th, 2013
On the Gulf Coast 3

Manatees hang in the water at the Tampa Electric Company (TECO) in Apollo Beach, seemingly born by the currents of oblivion as little fish nibble at their skin and sharks school protectively around them. At a distance they are nothing but brown bumps, little islands. When one glides by, dappled with light that barely penetrates…