Friday, July 18, 2008

Going native


Spent the last 24 hours doing a few of my favourite things, which included a welcome return to the great fish/sea food restaurant/izakaya at the bottom of the road that M and I went to last week, but this time with three Japanese, who all agreed that the food was very good - so that was reassuring. We had a fantastic spread that went on for a couple of hours, and I just realised included a dish that until a few months ago I might have thought more than twice about, but not any more - flying fish sashimi - the whole recently deceased fish sitting there on a plate staring up at us while we sampled its flesh. Oishikatta!
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H and I sang quite a lot of classical tunes, like the 1812, and a number of classic movie theme tunes, like the Great Escape, and so on, which may have bemused the other locals.
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Also got to the local art gallery by the sea, which has an extensive Matisse and Bonnard exhibition of oils, water-colours, photos and sketches, at the moment - I am determined to do at least some sketches before I leave.
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Henri Matisse
'Open Window'
1905
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Word of the Day for Friday, July 18, 2008
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tatterdemalion
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noun:1. A person dressed in tattered or ragged clothing; a ragamuffin.
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2. Tattered; ragged.
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'Last time peasant blouses surfaced, in the 1960s and '70s, they were part of an epidemic of Indian bedspread dresses, homemade blue-jean skirts, Army surplus jackets, Greek bookbag purses and love beads, the whole eclectic tatterdemalion mix meant to express egalitarian sentiments and countercultural solidarity with underdogs everywhere.'
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Patricia McLaughlin, "The peasant look", Philadelphia Inquirer Magazine, April 25, 1999