What’s the Chinese-American term for a kitchen colleague?
Cowoker. (Google found me this.)
This evening I saw a bunch of early C20th Spanish silent films with live piano accompaniment at the Filmoteca. The best by far was Sanz y el secreto de su arte, a documentary made by Maximiliano Thous in 1918 about Francisco Sanz, a virtuosic Valencian ventriloquist. I don’t know much about his art, but the [...]
“I think the sherry trade could learn a lot from their cousins in Portugal. But of course that’s only if the sherry trade sees any benefit in visitors to their bodegas. I often wonder if they really do.” It’s the old Spanish paradox of shops whose owners seem prepared to go to quite extraordinary lengths to avoid selling you anything, unless that something is guaranteed to malfunction at the first opportunity. Experiences recounted last night of finally persuading a well known department store to relinquish a sewing machine which immediately jammed, the replacement literally falling to pieces whilst being bagged. Why?
A double reflection makes up the man who was born on the thirteenth day of the moon, lost his
throne on the thirteenth day of the moon, and fought the battle of Waterloo on the thirteenth day of the moon:

I wonder if Josephine’s astrological babblings didn’t cause Napoleon’s natural military interest in the moon to be unduly romanticised.