Tenements, Culinary Delights and Yellow Jerseys
A lot of things happened over the weekend. Here are some highlights:
Floyd Landis won the Tour De France. For the eighth year in a row, and the eleventh year in the last twenty, an American won in Paris. This is a proud accomplishment. Cheers for Mr. Landis and congratulations.
For anyone who has ridden longer than fifty miles in a single day, and has suffered a hill that seemed never to end, you know that winning the Tour is as grueling as can be. To suffer that much for that long, you truly must be a terrific athlete. And right now, Floyd Landis stands as the best athlete in the world.
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Claudia and I ate at Babbo on Friday. It once again proved itself as my favorite restaurant. The best part of the meal was, as we expected, the beefcheek ravioli. Trust me, it's so good you'll want to cry. Mario Batali is a genius. Two of his restaurants in three nights -- I feel like a king. Albeit a poor one now.
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I'm curious how many children have been killed so far this year in war. If you have children and you still think war is ever the right thing to do, you should rethink your values.
War may sometimes be necessary. It is never the right thing to do.
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Before dinner on Friday, Claudia and I visited the Tenement Museum in New York's Lower East Side. It was a terrific experience. And powerful.
The lives and conditions of our immigrants were (and are) harsh at best. Jacob Riis' photos from How The Other Half Lives shows them to be even worse. Every descendant of an immigrant should pay a visit to the museum. It's an homage to your ancestors. And it will move you.
One of the great lessons learned from the trip was that it wasn't all horrible in the immigrant ghettos. There was struggle, sure, but there was also family, and love, and friendship. And memories, like the 16 or so hours that the Museum has recorded of Josephine Baldizzi, former resident of the museum when it was just one of thousands of Lower East Side tenements.
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I am not a golfer. I am not a golf fan. I have no interest in drivers or irons or putters. But I was very happy to see Tiger win the British Open. The emotional outpour was a reminder that even those celebrities who are placed on pedestals by our society are still, in fact, human.
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We also visited Little Italy on Friday night, for dessert. It was, as expected, delicious. However, something bothered me. Probably the fact that Mulberry Street is now more about tourism than about being an Italian neighborhood.
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Hey. It's not raining.
Floyd Landis won the Tour De France. For the eighth year in a row, and the eleventh year in the last twenty, an American won in Paris. This is a proud accomplishment. Cheers for Mr. Landis and congratulations.
For anyone who has ridden longer than fifty miles in a single day, and has suffered a hill that seemed never to end, you know that winning the Tour is as grueling as can be. To suffer that much for that long, you truly must be a terrific athlete. And right now, Floyd Landis stands as the best athlete in the world.
* * * * *
Claudia and I ate at Babbo on Friday. It once again proved itself as my favorite restaurant. The best part of the meal was, as we expected, the beefcheek ravioli. Trust me, it's so good you'll want to cry. Mario Batali is a genius. Two of his restaurants in three nights -- I feel like a king. Albeit a poor one now.
* * * * *
I'm curious how many children have been killed so far this year in war. If you have children and you still think war is ever the right thing to do, you should rethink your values.
War may sometimes be necessary. It is never the right thing to do.
* * * * *
Before dinner on Friday, Claudia and I visited the Tenement Museum in New York's Lower East Side. It was a terrific experience. And powerful.
The lives and conditions of our immigrants were (and are) harsh at best. Jacob Riis' photos from How The Other Half Lives shows them to be even worse. Every descendant of an immigrant should pay a visit to the museum. It's an homage to your ancestors. And it will move you.
One of the great lessons learned from the trip was that it wasn't all horrible in the immigrant ghettos. There was struggle, sure, but there was also family, and love, and friendship. And memories, like the 16 or so hours that the Museum has recorded of Josephine Baldizzi, former resident of the museum when it was just one of thousands of Lower East Side tenements.
* * * * *
I am not a golfer. I am not a golf fan. I have no interest in drivers or irons or putters. But I was very happy to see Tiger win the British Open. The emotional outpour was a reminder that even those celebrities who are placed on pedestals by our society are still, in fact, human.
* * * * *
We also visited Little Italy on Friday night, for dessert. It was, as expected, delicious. However, something bothered me. Probably the fact that Mulberry Street is now more about tourism than about being an Italian neighborhood.
* * * * *
Hey. It's not raining.
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