Saturday, August 31, 2024

Drinks All Around

Saturday, August 24, 2024 
As widely reported, housing prices have far outpaced increases in income for many Americans, directing more of us to the rental market. Supply has not met demand and prices there have risen dramatically, as well. Is help on the way?

The story is somewhat optimistic; "2 million apartments are set to come online by 2028.” However, the "focus on high-end apartments — combined with the concentration of new units in the largest U.S. metros — means that renters in smaller markets may continue to have limited affordable options,” as would those seeking affordable options anywhere.
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Last week, I discovered GuaranĂ¡ Antarctica Zero, a delightful Brazilian soft drink. Larry Storrs, a dear friend, who had been a Mormon missionary in Brazil, wrote that he buys it regularly from a Latin-flavored market near his Maryland home. So, I looked for local sources. Several supermarkets in Hispanic neighborhoods in upper Manhattan, the Bronx and Queens seemed to stock it. However, before I set out to buy a case or two, I came across this authoritative work, “GuaranĂ¡How Brazil Embraced the World's Most Caffeine-Rich Plant” by Seth Garfield. “In addition to giving you a boost of energy, caffeine may lower your risk of certain conditions. But consuming too much can lead to less desirable effects like headaches, confusion, and high blood pressure.” 

Do I risk it?
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Unfortunately, I’ve never been in agreement with Martin Luther King, Jr.’s dictum that the moral arc of the universe bends toward justice for reasons like this: “Taliban bans the sound of women’s voices singing or reading in public."

Sunday, August 25, 2024
Allow me to say a word in defense of the Roman Catholic Church, actually not the institutional church, but some of its teachings. The New York Times today writes about J.D. Vance’s conversion and acceptance of a conservative Catholic worldview. 

Once upon a time, I studied the Catholic Worker Movement and particularly Dorothy Day, now being considered for canonization for her charitable works, ignoring her political radicalism. Had Vance encountered the movement’s anti-war, anti-statist, anti-capitalist philosophy, rooted in the Sermon on the Mount, his place on the Republican ticket would probably be now occupied by Hulk Hogan.
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L’Incontro was a well-established restaurant in Astoria that served excellent Italian food. Three months ago, it closed its doors and immediately reincarnated as L’Incontro by Rocco, 1572 Second Avenue. Why the change? It was always crowded, one block to the subway, good street parking. The new space, attractively decorated in Sputnik Modern, appears to be less than half the size of the original. I spoke to the manager after dinner and he told me that the end of its lease forced it out.

In any case, Barbara and Bernie, cousins of cousins, met us there for a fine dinner with a few minor service glitches. The list of specials was longer than the printed menu. We ordered two salads divided by four, Insalata di Barbabietole, thinly sliced beets over mixed greens with shaved ricotta, balsamic vinaigrette and a touch of truffle oil ($19) and Insalata di Cavalo, baby kale with poached apples, provolone cheese and homemade balsamic reduction ($19). My main course was Vitello al Limone, thin slices of veal cooked in lemon and butter with string beans and roasted potatoes, just delicious ($42). 

We skipped dessert at the restaurant, although one of their gelato flavors was fig, sort of my Holy Grail of ice cream flavors. Instead, we walked, trudged in my case, a half mile to Van Leeuwen, 1270 Third Avenue, for ice cream. It is now a national chain, having started with a food truck in 2008. Its unashamed promotion of vegan ice cream has given me pause until now.

There was a good variety of real ice cream. I got a cup with praline butter cake and dark chocolate fudge brownie, really dark and dense ($8.95). It made for a good combination and it allowed me to ignore the healthy alternatives.

Monday, August 26, 2024
"A law in Iowa that bars public schools from having books that depict sexual acts can take effect, following a ruling by federal appeals court judges on Friday. . . . The law, known as Senate File 496, was signed by Republican Gov. Kim Reynolds in May 2023, and bans any titles that describe sexual acts from K-12 schools, with the exception of religious texts."
https://www.nytimes.com/2024/08/09/books/booksupdate/iowa-book-ban-books.html?smid=nytcore-ios-share&referringSource=highlightShare

If you can get your hot sex from the Bible, why bother with any other books? 

Tuesday, August 27, 2024
Stony Brook Steve joined me in venturing far over to the East Side in continuing pursuit of 57 Sandwiches That Define New York. 

We went to Regina’s Grocery, 300 East 88th Street, one of four branches of this local chain. I don’t know about the other locations, but this place is small, two two-tops indoors and one on the sidewalk. Whether deliberate or not, the premises look old and beat up. One wall is exposed brick, opposite partially are wooden slats. The floor is covered in little white tiles. Odds and ends hang on the walls. 

The dozen or so sandwiches are supposedly named for family and friends. From among the Grandma Lucy, Uncle Chubby, Lil Phil and others, I chose the Uncle Rocco, which was described by the New York Times as “a caper-dotted Italian tuna sandwich served on a hero with mozzarella, roasted red peppers, spicy Calabrian pepper paste and arugula, is oily perfection” ($17). That’s an overreach, but I enjoyed it. On the other hand, Steve thought that his turkey sandwich was best left nameless.

Wednesday, August 28, 2024
I grew up on soda, specifically Pepsi-Cola. It came in 12 ounce bottles yielding two glasses, one for me and one for my brother, compared to Coca-Cola in 6.5 ounce bottles. If there was wine with dinner, it had to be Passover. Today, I’ll often choose a Diet Coke, unless Coke Zero is available, over a beer or a glass of wine. My repertoire also includes ginger ale, root beer and cream soda. So, I found this article fascinating, reviewing localized sodas from around the country. 

You might know Moxie from the Northeast, but what about Jic Jac Blue Raspberry Soda from St. Louis?
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Diet Cokes flew fast and furious at lunch for the four of us at Spicy Village a/k/a He Nan Noodle House, 68 Forsyth Street. The 93° temperature and the somewhat spicy food stimulated our thirst. The joint's appearance probably deters most people. A small, narrow, dumpy joint, it has a few red, shiny things hanging meant to evoke a Chinese setting. A careful look shows favorable reviews from the New York Times and Time Out and they were dispositive.

We ate “Spice Scallion sauce Vegetable Dumpling” ($10.50 for 10), Pancake w. Beef ($6.75), Spicy Lamb Huimei (hand-pulled wide noodles) ($12.50), Beef Brisket Hui Mein (more noodles) ($12.50) and Spicy Big Tray Chicken, chunks of chicken on the bone and potatoes stewed in a dark, spicy, salty broth ($21.50). By chance, I found this review later, very much paralleling our experience.

Thursday, August 29, 2024
I couldn’t resist the best lunch deal in the Holy Land today when I went to Costco, 517 East 117th Street. Quarter-pound, all beef hot dog and refillable fountain soda (Pepsi products) for $1.50 plus tax. Even eating standing up did not diminish my pleasure.

Friday, August 30, 2024
Presidential Power Primer 
According to the United States Supreme Court, a President of the United States can do a bad thing as long as it is deemed an official act, but cannot do a good thing, such as forgiving student loan indebtedness, because it is overstepping his authority. 

Saturday, August 24, 2024

Thank you, Donald Trump

Saturday, August 17, 2024 

I cast a backward look — how changed 
The scenes of other days!
I walk, a wearied man, estranged 
From youth’s delightful ways.
 
John Rollin Ridge, 1827-1867
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In a campaign appearance today, Donald Trump accused his opponent, Kamala Harris, of going “full communist.”

This was music to my ears, shedding decades off my life. Thanks to a very progressive social studies teacher in junior high school, I was aware of Senator Joseph McCarthy applying the communist label on all sorts of folks, prominent and obscure. This continued after McCarthy’s demise with the John Birch Society and other wing nuts. While the practice never completely went away, it wasn’t headline material until the other day. Now, I’m back to my adolescence, with visions of Marx and Engels dancing in my head. Before there was Lennon and McCartney, there was Lenin and Trotsky. 
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The term American Exceptionalism arises in political and cultural contexts. I think that it is usually no more than wishful thinking, an attempt to deny the sad truth that people are more alike than not. An example is this story of a participant in the South Africa Miss Universe contest, with a South African mother and a Nigerian father, being hounded out of the competition because of her mixed parentage and her Nigerian name.
https://www.cnn.com/2024/08/16/style/chidimma-adetshina-pageant-intl-scli?cid=ios_app

For better or worse, Donald Trump does not figure in the story.
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I’ve been practicing. The Jewish High Holy Days are still about six weeks away, but I am getting ready. Note that these events, Rosh haShanah and Yom Kippur, the New Year and the Day of Atonement, have no fixed dates. We know them to be either early or late each year according to the quirks of the Hebrew calendar. They are never “on time.”

A critical aspect of the holidays is reflecting on the year gone by and atoning for your transgressions. In case you need help, the prayer book provides a long list of things that you probably did wrong. 

In addition to addressing the Supreme Being, you are expected to ask forgiveness of those that you have wronged. I am certainly no slouch in the transgression department, which is why I have begun to practice my apologies. The only problem that arises is that I find it very difficult to ask forgiveness without explaining what set me off in the first place. 

“My dearest Gwendolyn, I want to apologize and ask forgiveness for my rude behavior at the April 13th meeting of the Larchmont Botanical Society. Nothing that you did or said warranted my harsh reaction. In fact, upon reflection, laughter would have been the appropriate response to your inane blatherings.”

Sunday, August 18, 2024
I think that I am surprised to learn that, as of a year ago, about one-third of Americans have a tattoo and that more women than men are tattooed.

Less surprising is the inverse relationship between tattoos and education, wealth and age above 29-years old. This subject is rather foreign to me, on the whole, because Jews have not usually gotten tattooed voluntarily. Leviticus 19:28 “You shall not etch a tattoo on yourselves.” However, on my last visit to Tel Aviv, I sometimes thought that I was in the East Village. 

Actually, I just realized that I have a tattoo that I have never seen. It’s on my perineum, a target for the beam radiation treatments for prostate cancer that I received in 2002. I assume that it’s a simple dot or x, but it could be a heart with an arrow through it or the Superman logo. I could ask for help identifying it, but I rather like speculating. 
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The other day, the New York City Council’s Education Committee heard from “an educator named Alaina Daniels, who introduced herself as a ‘white, queer, neurodivergent, nonbinary trans woman’ with 12 years of experience teaching everything from robotics to activism. She had also worked as a ‘lunch lady’ and an adviser to eighth graders.”
The subject of the hearing was school dress codes where experience advising eighth graders might be very valuable unlike the litany of personal characteristics more appropriate to a dating app than a discussion of educational policy. Spoken by a white, straight, tall, overweight, left-handed, carnivorous, Mets fan.

Monday, August 19, 2024
I discovered an interesting article in the Journal of the American Medical Association that has significant implications for our current politics, “Association Between Automotive Assembly Plant Closures and Opioid Overdose Mortality in the United States.”

In sum, locales that experienced automobile plant closures in the recent past have an 85% increase in opioid deaths over locales where plants stayed open. 
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I've really returned to normal after our trip last week. I had lunch today at Pastrami Queen, 138 West 72nd Street, with Stony Brook Steve. While there was no opportunity to pursue it, Kosher food in Costa Rica is not unknown. There are seven distinct Kosher establishments in the country, all but two in the capital. Similarly, there are three synagogues in San Jose and three congregations in other locations. 

Along with about 3,000 Jews in Costa Rica, there has been antisemitic, neo-Nazi and xenophobic activities, so they shouldn’t feel ignored. 

Tuesday, August 20, 2024
Caring Ken Klein joined me for lunch today at tap, “your everyday Brazilian cafe,” 267 Columbus Avenue, a place that I passed many times before without a glance. It’s a small joint, five two-tops inside, a few outdoors. It was full, although it didn’t take that many people to achieve. It advertises itself as gluten-free, but I don’t hold that against it.

The menu reflects its roots. I ordered a New York standard, BEC, but this came with a twist. The generous portion of turkey bacon, egg and cheese was wrapped in an omelette ($12.98). Cholesterol aside, it was delicious. For a dollar less, a tapioca flour wrap is used. Another treat is GuaranĂ¡ Antarctica Zero, a Brazilian diet soft drink, resembling a mildly fruity ginger ale ($3.75).

Wednesday, August 21, 2024
It took a fainting spell in a bathroom at Montefiore Medical Center to learn vital information. Ample Hills Creamery is open again for business after going bankrupt, because it could not manage success. For me there is a nearby operation, 526 Amsterdam Avenue (no working telephone). Ooey Gooey Butter Cake calls. 

Speaking of ice cream, "when it comes to ice cream consumption, the U.S. ranks second to New Zealand, whose citizens annually enjoy an average of 7.5 gallons of ice cream per person. Vanilla is the most popular ice cream flavor in both the U.S. and New Zealand (as it is in most countries), but chocolate takes the No. 2 spot in the U.S., while New Zealanders’ second-favorite flavor is hokey pokey. First invented in 1953, hokey pokey ice cream consists of a vanilla ice cream base with small bits of honeycomb toffee, known as hokey pokey, mixed in."

Thursday, August 22, 2024
At a rally in North Carolina yesterday, Donald Trump “continued to sow doubts about the integrity of the election in November.” 

Well, he shouldn’t put up with that. Let him quit now and not be a victim.
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In case you don’t have a grandchild that you want to take to Costa Rica or Iceland, consider Afghanistan, which is trying to encourage tourism.
Of course, if you or the kid happen to be female, consider what a UN expert said recently. “The Taliban’s pattern of systematic violations of women’s and girls’ fundamental rights has intensified, causing immense harm, spanning generations and all elements of society in Afghanistan."

Friday, August 23, 2024
In case you have ever been intimidated by unfamiliar items on a menu, enjoy reading this account of a visit by three distinguished Chinese chefs to an outstanding "foreign" restaurant.
http://www.gourmet.com.s3-website-us-east-1.amazonaws.com/magazine/2000s/2005/08/frenchlaundry.html

It happened almost 20 years ago, but it still sounds fresh.

Saturday, August 17, 2024

Viva Costa Rica

Saturday, August 10, 2024
After one lovely day in San Jose, Costa Rica’s capital, we have been enduring the rain forest. Actually, I would not call it a rain forest, since the hard rains are only occasional. Rather, it is a humidity forest, a damp cloak over everything, all the time.
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San Jose’s pleasant weather, among other things, helps keep it off The Economist’s list of the least liveable cities in the world. The top of that list (really the bottom) of 173 locations is occupied by Damascus, Tripoli, and Algiers.
Tel Aviv saw the sharpest decline in standing in the past year, understandably. Hong Kong saw the largest upward move, in spite of its precarious political position.
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This morning, we went to Campesino Vida, La Fortuna, a family-owned farm which supplies produce for its restaurant. It also conducts tours of the abundant vegetation. We were told that the focus would be on medicinal plants, but neither marijuana nor magic mushrooms were to be seen.

At lunch, we got to make our own tortillas, although the provenance of the exact tortilla on my plate was cloudy. 

Sunday, August 11, 2024
While the liveability rankings above were on a global scale, most of you dear readers are in the lower 48. Your retirement plans, if any, would probably focus on the good old USA. Here is a look at destinations, supposedly the best and the worst.

It turns out that Joe Biden was prescient; Delaware is listed as the best retirement location. On the other hand, Florida’s high position at #8 hasn’t convinced the former president to pack it in at Mar-a-Lago.
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We moved quarters for the third time today. Unlike the previous one or more hour shifts, we drove four hours to the Pacific coast, climbing up and over 7,000 feet. Fortunately, we stopped three times for relief, the third time including lunch followed by a cruise on the Tarcoles River looking for crocodiles. Of course, the secret is to see the crocodiles before they see you.
 
 Photo courtesy of Noam Webber

Monday, August 12, 2024
When you go on a trip with your grandson to explore another country, say Costa Rica, you shouldn’t be surprised to find yourself in an outrigger canoe, paddling along the Pacific coastline to a beach where a picnic lunch is served after you have splashed in the water for awhile. Would you have it any other way?

Tuesday, August 13, 2024
The New York Times announced surprisingly and unwisely that it will stop endorsing candidates for state and local office. Its reasoning never made it past fuzzy.

This is one of many changes to the newspaper that have distanced it from readers, local readers especially. It has eliminated television listings, stock market prices, athletic league standings, local team reporting, the bridge column, and the chess column, while adding color and many more photographs. It now has more than 10.8 million total subscribers, of which 10.2 million are digital-only subscribers. That means the typical reader is no longer the typical reader. She doesn’t turn pages, but plays Wordle. He needs another lining for his birdcage, but shares Maureen Dowd effortlessly. She doesn’t need a pencil for the crossword, but frequently needs a password.
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The Gotthelf Moving Airport Gate Syndrome is alive and well at San Jose’s Juan SantamarĂ­a International Airport, with a twist. We checked into Jet Blue and proceeded to Gate 16 as notified by a message received mid-morning and printed on our boarding pass. Once there, we found ourselves alone. Looking at a nearby departure board, we saw that our flight was now at Gate 2. This was not just a few slots down, but the end of another wing of the terminal where the numbers descended. At this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised to find that Palazzo di Gotthelf has moved to Hoboken.
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The T-shirt worn by the headless model below is the only thing that I purchased for myself on the entire trip, except for some chocolate candy and a few Coke Zeros (Coke Zero has apparently replaced Diet Coke throughout Costa Rica). 
 
 While the last thing I need is another T-shirt, this one conveys a very significant message. By forgoing a military, Costa Rica has invested in social services and infrastructure at a higher level than five of the six other Central American  countries.
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The diligence of my young bride gave us one victory in the Airport Wars on the second leg of our flight home, Ft. Lauderdale to New York. We were scheduled for a four-hour layover, cruel and unusual punishment in my book. However, Madam stepped up to the plate, the counter really, and offered a better plan, getting us on a 6:35 PM flight to LaGuardia Airport that landed at the time that the flight to JFK that I originally booked was taking off.

Wednesday, August 14, 2024
Nothing, thankfully.

Friday, August 16, 2024
Things are returning to normal today. I planned for lunch at a Chinese restaurant with Paul Bergman, Esq., distinguished defense attorney and CCNY graduate. We aimed for Din Tai Fung, founded in Taiwan in 1958, now open at 1633 Broadway. Well, it was not to be. The joint was fully booked with reservations 30 days in advance. Mind you, this is customary for those fabled hangout with names beginning Le or La, but unheard of for a real Chinese restaurant. The receptionist found my lecture on the subject only mildly interesting, so we went around the corner to Urban Hawker, 135 West 50th Street, the aggregation of Singaporean food stalls. I had a rather ordinary plate of chicken prawn paste fried rice, the fried chicken strips cooked either too long or too long in advance, from Mr. Fried Rice ($16). Paul, new to the venue, was delighted with an oyster omelette from Prawnaholic Collections ($20).
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While I am happy to be home, I have far richer memories than I expected of birds and plants and reptiles and Costa Ricans and my fellow American tourists, adult and youth. 

 

Saturday, August 10, 2024

South of South of the Border

Saturday, August 3, 2024
Oh, really? “A group of antisemitic protesters chanted ‘Heil Hitler’ from the stands during Israel’s men’s team soccer match against Paraguay at the Paris Olympics over the weekend. Along with the Nazi salute, the group waved Palestinian flags.” https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/news/content/ar-BB1qT0tq?ocid=superappdhp&muid=25F114341DC64647957E32735E0E75E2&adid=&anid=5EFC9737CC8D794DA2DBC3B5FFFFFFFF&market=en-us&cm=en-us&activityId=66b2b11d2f9e4c0d8e833b53ad9c84c6&bridgeVersionInt=89&fontSize=sa_fontSize&isChinaBuild=fals
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New York real estate is a contact sport. Stories involve elbowing, tripping, jostling and worse. The result is prices that are unbelievable for those of us who live here and unimaginable for those who don’t. Here is the latest ranking of neighborhoods.  https://www.propertyshark.com/Real-Estate-Reports/priciest-nyc-neighborhoods/

The most expensive neighborhood is Hudson Yards, with a median sale price of $7.5 million. Besides the outlandish number, the interesting fact is that Hudson Yards didn’t exist a short time ago. It is built over a vast rail yard for the Long Island Railroad, construction only having begun in 2012. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hudson_Yards,_Manhattan

There are now offices, a performing arts center, a glitzy mall and high rise apartment houses centered around a new subway station, an extension of the #7 train, although, if you are spending $7.5 million for your crib, you might not resort to the subway.

While many Brooklyn neighborhoods are now among the most expensive, Coney Island isn’t one of them. Yet, we three, Bubbe, Grandpa Alan and Noam, headed there to visit the New York Aquarium, 602 Surf Avenue, a place that none of us had ever been to before. After seeing it, I can only urge you to visit. The collection of sharks, sea lions, sea horses, sting rays and myriad other sea creatures is amazing, displayed indoors and outdoors in imaginative fashion.  

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With the temperature hovering around 90, we skipped strolling on the boardwalk and returned to an air conditioned subway car after a couple of hours. Just as we got seated, Jet Blue sent us a message that our early morning flight tomorrow has been canceled. We didn’t have to stew in our juices too long before another message came rescheduling us on a 6:35 PM flight, arriving about 11 hours later than planned, after the welcome dinner and orientation for our grandparent/teen package tour. The only positive aspect to this change is replacing a change of plane in Orlando, Florida with a nonstop flight. The chances for lost luggage are now the square root of what they might have been.

Sunday, August 4, 2024
It’s still active, the Gotthelf Moving Airport Gate Syndrome. When we started the check in process at the airport, our flight was listed for departure at gate 26, but as soon as I got into the computer, the gate was changed to #30, the very last one in the terminal. My coping mechanism was to ask for a wheelchair; golf carts have disappeared, sad to say. Still, Jet Blue had the last word. It took 20 minutes for the wheelchair to arrive and we weren’t allowed to cut into the security line.

Actually, I might have gotten the last, last word. The plane was sold out, we were told. Every seat occupied except the two next to me. Bubbe and Noam had been moved forward and no one replaced them. No one crawling over me to get to the bathroom, no fighting for an armrest.

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A review of a book about refrigeration states “American households open the fridge door an average of 107 times a day.” If I weren’t seated in 19C on Jet Blue flight 1893, I would start counting. Although you’ll just have to wait for me to catch up, there is no reason you can’t get going.

August 5, 2024
Small World Department:
Arriving late last night, we missed the initial group orientation. However, at breakfast, we met other tourers, notably including Susan T. from Seattle, who was on our trip to Iceland two years ago, each of us with another grandchild in tow.

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Costa Rica is in the tropics, but it doesn’t feel like it after August in New York. The predicted high temperature today in San Jose, the capital, is 81, the highest prediction for the entire week. I may not have to take two showers every day.

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While the group went on a walk through an animal preserve, I sat in a hummingbird enclave, watching dozens of these beautiful creatures flitting about. 

Tuesday, August 6, 2024
We woke up in Sarapiqui, in the center of the country in the middle of a rain forest that gets 250 inches of rain a year. Forget what I said yesterday about temperate climate. The appropriate outfit for here is a shower curtain.

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In case you missed it, here is the list of 13 books banned from Utah’s schools and libraries.

You might use it as your shopping list for your adolescent’s next birthday.

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We visited a family owned and operated chocolate production business this morning, Costa Rica Best Chocolate, Corredor NoratlĂ¡ntico, Sarapiqui. http://www.crbestchocolate.com/

Besides its claim to superior quality, it prides itself on its devotion to conservation and sustainability. Starting with the history of cacao, we had “the chance to see, taste, drink and feel all the stages of the chocolate process.” This certainly hit, you’ll pardon me, my sweet spot.

Wednesday, August 7, 2024
This morning we took a 90 minute nature boat ride on the Sarapiqui River, which is on the edge of our eco resort. Besides birds, bats, lizards and kayakers, we saw a medium-size crocodile resting on a log, which didn’t seem to move an inch when we passed it going back and forth.

We had a lunch at a local resident’s home, arranged by the Sarapiqui Conservation Learning Center, an NGO offering, among other things, environmental education, ecotourism activities, English classes and community outreach. 

Hazel, our host, directed some of our group in preparing a few of the dishes. Her stewed chicken was the delicious main course and the plantain latkes were exceptional. The good meal gave me another excuse to skip the afternoon’s nature walk.

Thursday, August 8, 2024
We drove to Finca Dos Calaveras, Calle Las Lapas, Grecia, home to a large flock of macaws, beautiful, colorful birds. 

They not only were an exciting sight, they were thoroughly indifferent to the presence of humans. They flew directly overhead, allowed people to approach within inches and would eat peanuts or bits of pineapple right out of your hands.

We also got to drink juice squeezed from sugar cane on equipment hundreds of years old. Needless to say, the kids were grooving on all this.
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We moved to another resort, affording every cabin a direct view of Arenal, an active, but not threatening, volcano.


Friday, August 9, 2024
My athletic career began in Delaney Stadium, the schoolyard adjacent to Brooklyn's P.S. 159. Cf. my brother on the etymology of the name. All of our meaningful activities therein involved spherical objects of some size. Zip lining was not included. Therefore, I demurred when the group went zip lining this morning. It's too late for me to achieve mastery in a new field.
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In 1979, Mary McCarthy said about Lillian Hellman, another major literary figure: “I think every word she writes is false, including ‘and’ and ‘but.’” https://quoteinvestigator.com/2016/09/18/every-word/?amp=1

There was reason for McCarthy’s animus, but it really was about ideas not verbiage. Today, however, Donald Trump comes close to fitting this description. His claim that Willie Brown, once speaker of the California State Assembly, who dated Kamala Harris 30 years ago, disparaged her to Trump after the two men shared a dangerous helicopter ride, is completely false. It never happened, but former Governor Jerry Brown acknowledges an uneventful helicopter ride with Trump. https://www.cnn.com/2024/08/08/politics/trump-helicopter-story-willie-brown?cid=ios_app

Does it matter? Does any of it matter?