Author: Kenneth Sutton

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Teaching chopsticks

The eating utensils, not the musical composition.

Today I used chopsticks to eat Chinese food for lunch, and that reminded me of having dinner at a Japanese restaurant in London with my friend Nawfal, whom I coached on using chopsticks.

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Boston Modern Orchestra Project

This is a catch-up for yesterday. The BMOP did a program of works featuring the viola, two of them world premieres. It made me happy to be out hearing live music. I’m very relieved that my sort of cranky mood when I arrived didn’t make me think “this is shit.” Instead, I thought “this is absurd” (in the sense of absurdist art) and noticed it gave me a tickling feeling of almost wanting to laugh.

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Dinner with an old friend

Taking a page from my friend Stacey’s book, I’m going to see how I feel about reinvigorating my blog by posting one thing that makes me happy each day of Lent. (Lent has no particular meaning for me, but that’s the time frame she’s using, it’s shared by millions of people, and it’s a time frame I can imagine keeping to.)

Today I had dinner with my friend Sara and caught up about any number of things in our lives. She gave me a gift: the admonition to remember several peak moments from my sabbatical and to never doubt their reality, even when I can’t or don’t feel what they evoked at the time.

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This is a test post

My posts with embedded videos are acting strangely in this theme I’m trying out. I like the typography and the lightness of it, but the strange behavior of the video posts, not so much.

This is a second paragraph, introducing a list:

  • of unenumerated
  • items

And for the heck of it, and to show that it looks very nice, a blockquote:

This is what she had to say about women in binders. And then he said that, and she (the other woman, over there) said this.