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a journal of the chaos year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Travel, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 31, 2025 by xi'an

Read (in French) Rare flavors, written by Ram V and drawn by Filipe Andrade, a fabulous BD on Indian cuisine(s)!, albeit biased towards North-West India! After reading a raving review in the weekend edition of Le Monde. While it is hard to classify it as a cooking book (with only six recipes, incl. masala chai and dahl), the celebration of Indian cooking and the humour of the story make it a great book. And, who knows, I may try cooking the lamb raan one of these days.

Speaking of which, I made plenty of new dishes since the beginning of the year, including the Aubrac (Central France) aligot, a mix of mashed potatoes and fresh tomme de Laguiole, a (delayed Xmas) full-Indian dinner with chicken korma, lamb biryani, coconut dahl, and okra curry, with fresh chapatis. Tried to make brunost from whey (leftover from skyr making!) but it did not work well. While brown, it tasted rather sour, maybe for being overly reduced.

Watched early episodes of a Japanese cold case series, Okura (オクラ), that is very light on the scenario and rather poor on the acting

a journal of the chaos, conquest, war, [far from] famine, and death year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 3, 2024 by xi'an

Read nothing new for a while as I got stuck finishing Babel at a sloth pace… But bought for the summer vacations Don Quixote de la Mancha (in French) and a commentary by Marx that I intend to use as a reading guide. Not The Marx, mind you!, but a professor of comparative literature at Collège de France who gave a guided reading of the masterpiece on the French public radio last summer…. (I gave up carrying the extra abridged Spanish version I bought in Oaxaca eons ago. And already carried for nothing on earlier vacations.) Still, went through a few BDs suggested by and borrowed from Andrew, like De Cape et De Mots, a nice take over Cinderella, Overseas Highway, a none-too-credible Florida-set mafia scenario with great drawings, and Une simple formalité, set in New Orleans with anti-Italian mobs overcoming the corrupted police, and further themes of my liking (as predicted by Andrew!).

Had one cooking marathon a Saturday aft (in the sense it lasted longer than my estimated time for a marathon!) when making new kimchi with cabbage, carrots, and turnips (and of course a large serving of powder gochugaru), matcha rice pudding, grilled peppers, rhubarb preserve, marinated calamare all at once! With markets approaching peek season in terms of offer of local vegetables, I also made plenty of dahls and pasta dishes, like the above panned fennel orecchiette serving.

Watched The Pig, The Snake and the Pigeon, a dark comedy around Taiwanese gangster movies, with the funny premise that the central character is “only” the third most wanted gangster in the country, hence wants to eliminate the first and second ones to achieve posthumous fame. There is not much more in terms of story lines, but loads of (unrealistic) action, and great characters. Not at the level of A Sun, by far, but enjoyable. I found out later that the title refers to a Buddhist tale about the three poisons: the “pig” corresponds to #3’s ignorance and obsession, “snake” to #2’s violence and hatred, and “pigeon” to #1’s greed.

[Warning: There will be a series of Journals posted in the coming days, as I wrote several in the past months, only to forget them in the draft section!]

journal of the [second] plague year [con’d]

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Travel, University life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 24, 2021 by xi'an

Read The Office of Gardens and Ponds (in French), by Didier Decoin [whom John l’Enfer I read more than forty years ago, with no lasting memories!], another random book found in the exchange section of our library!  While a pastiche of Japanese travel novels, the book is quite enjoyable and reminded me of our hike on the Kumano Kodō routes, two years ago. The tale takes place in 12th Century Japan and tells of the epic travel of a widow to the capital, Kyoto, carrying live carps for the gardens of the emperor. While some sections are somewhat encyclopedic on the culture of medieval Japan [and I thus wonder how Japanese readers have reacted to this pastiche], the scenario is rather subtle and the characters have depth, incl. the dead husband. The scene of the perfume competition is particularly well-imagined and worth reading on its own. I figure I will not bring the book back. (Warning: this book was voted a 2019 winner of the Bad Sex Award!). Also read Patti Smith’s Devotion, which was one of my Xmas presents. I had never read anything but Smith’s songs, since 1976 (!) with Horses, missing by little some of her concerts as on the week I was in Rimini… The book is quite light, and not only length-wise, made of two travel diaries in (to?) Paris and in (to?) Southern France, where she visits Camus’ house, and of a short story she writes on the train. While the diaries are mildly interesting, if a bit American-Tourist-in-Paris-cliché (like this insistence to find glamour in having breakfast at Café Flore!), the story comes as a disappointment, both for being unrealistic [in the negative sense] and for reproducing the old trope of the young orphan girl becoming the mistress of a much older man [to continue skating]. The connection with Estonia reminded me of Purge, by Sofi Oksanen, a powerful novel about the occupations of Estonia by Nazis and Soviet troups, an haunting novel of a different magnitude…

Made  soba noodles with the machine, resulting into shorte-than-life noodles, due to the high percentage of buckwheat flour in the dough, still quite enjoyable in a cold salad. Also cooked a roghan josh lamb shack, along with chapatis flavoured with radish leaves [no fire alarm this time] and a vegetable dahl whose recipe I found in Le Monde the same morn. Also took advantage of the few weeks with fresh and tender asparagus sold at the local market to make salads.

Watched a few episodes of Better than Us, Лучше (чем люди), a Russian science-fiction series set in a close future with humanoid robots replacing menial workers, until one rogue version turns uncontrollable, à la Blade Runner. There are appealing aspects to the story, besides the peep into a Russian series and the pleasure of listening to Russian, about the porous frontier between human and artificial intelligence. The scenario however quickly turns into a predictable loop and I eventually lost interest. Even faster did that happen with the Irregulars of Baker Street horror series, which I simply could not stand any further (and which connection with Holmes and Watson is most tenuous).

Having registered for a vaccination to the local pharmacy, I most got surprisingly called a few days later mid-afternoon to come at once for a shot of AstraZeneca, as they had a leftover dose. And a rising share of reluctant candidates for the vaccine!, despite David’s reassurances. I am unsure this shot was done early enough to get abroad for conferences or vacations in July, but it is one thing done anyway. With no side effect so far.