15 May 2025

I'll Have the Cullen Skink, Please: See It, Say It, Sorted, UK Visit 2025 Part Two

One of the many great views from Edinburgh Castle

Here I am in Scotland raving about the cuisine. I’ve had Cullen Skink twice now and I remain very much in love with this delectable fish stew. I’ve also dined on salmon, sea bass, haddock and macaroni and cheese. The latter is served most everywhere here and is part of a hearty meal. Every salad I’ve had so far has been excellent and the desserts are delicious. Who knew?

Yesterday I trekked up and I do mean trekked and I do mean up — way up — from out hotel to the Edinburgh Castle which has been around in one form or another for well over 1,000 years. Many such tourist sites one visits are ultimately kind of meh but with this castle you get a lot of bang for your buck — or pound. The views are spectacular in all directions. One can see why it was such a formidable fortress and safe haven for the royals. Why anyone would even dream of attacking it beggars belief. The castle is well-preserved maintaining a middle ages look and feel while being sturdy with modern convinces like gift shops, toilets, and mini-museums tucked inside. There’s much to see and I took in as much as I could. But it is the views I’ll remember.


Today the missus and I walked the Royal Mile which is surely longer than the name suggests. We popped into three small museums: children’s, peoples and Edinburgh’s. I was not disappointed by any of them and especially liked the people’s which celebrated the hard lives of common folk who in most of the world for most of history have not had it easy. It was a sobering exhibition.


There were shops and pubs aplenty along the Royal Mile. Plenty of cashmere and tweed being sold. Some places make kilts. Whiskey is also purveyed. You can stock up with scarves, shawls, gloves and hats. We stopped in one of the endless pub/restaurants for another in a series of long, leisurely meals. 


Then we went to Scotland’s National Gallery. This is a serious museum with four floors of great art. We only had enough energy to explore two of said floors but we saw plenty and it ranged from the beautiful to the magisterial, no surprise given the artists included some of the greatest from both Great Britain and other parts of Europe.


When you’re not seeing quaint shops and pubs in Edinburgh you’re taking in views and beautiful ones at that. Sadly the parts of the city we’re exploring are overrun by tourists (yeah, like us). We know how annoying they can be. I imagine it’s far worse in the summer.


I began the previous post with a rant about showers and I nearly repeated it today. This hotel has another overly complicated system to get you either water that is too hot, too cold, coming too fast or too slow, that is if you can figure it all out in the first place. Anyway the food around here makes up for it. Especially the Cullen Skink. Yum.

13 May 2025

We're In Edinburgh and it's Love at First Sight: See It, Say It, Sorted, UK Visit 2025 Part One

Edinburgh, photo by author

Why can’t every hotel, bed and breakfast Air B&B, inn, hostelry and motel in the world have a standard, simple shower. One with a high nozzle that sprays water down on a person in a steady flow? That’s the question I pondered yet again this morning after our one-night stay in an otherwise perfectly functional hotel in London. This while wishing I had an engineering degree so I could sort out the various nozzles, handles and switches. NonethelessI managed to shower and soon the missus and I were at King’s Cross railway station awaiting our train to Edinburgh, Scotland.

We arrived in England’s capital yesterday morning after an overnight flight from San Francisco during which I consumed two typically substandard meals and slept fitfully and uncomfortably. Did manage to get some reading done.


For the third year in a row we had lunch at the Euston Flyer a large and lovely pub/restaurant. I had the fish and chips and an NA beer, again for the third year running.


At another table were three couples in their early sixties from the states and it took me no time at all to determine that they were Mormons. They had gotten to know the proprietor and bombarded him with questions about England that betrayed a woeful ignorance of geography typical of dumb Americans — of which there are far too many. One of their party told the owner that they were from Utah. Duh.


Speaking of dumb….On the tube taking us from the airport to central London there was an American couple who, as the train pulled way realized that they’ve left — it’s unclear how many or of what nature — bag(s) with items important to their journey somewhere they knew not where. I saw the looks on both their faces when they were struck with the realization. It’s a terrible feeling and I felt for them. We’ve all been there in one way or another knowing something valued or critical has been left behind and is likely lost for good. The man kept apologizing to the woman who assured him it was okay despite the fact that it clearly wasn’t. It was obvious to me that they’d been together only a few years and had doubtless met online. They probably got together a few years after divorces and have found companionship and sexual compatibility. This is likely their first trip together. Bad start.


After settling into our hotel we went for a walk. It was a lovely day the kind that London doesn’t get a lot of. That is.... it had been. Suddenly clouds thick and gray formed there followed the rumbling of thunder  then a torrential downpour. We took shelter in a store with many others. It didn’t last long and soon we were on our way.


In the evening we stumbled upon a lovely little Italian restaurant where we had a sumptuous dinner and enjoyed a chatting with the waitress who, like the meal, was authentically Italian. One table over was an interesting trio that included a man of about forty who was clearly on the bipolar spectrum (takes one to know one) and was in a bit of a manic phase. He was shuffling, squirming, twitching, getting up to walk. Poor bloke. The older gent at the table was a fellow Gooner (Arsenal fan) and upon chatting with him discovered we’re both going to the match on Sunday.


Today we took the train to Edinburgh (that’s pronounced ED-In-Burr) and it was love at first sight — not the train, Edinburgh. What a grand looking city. Like a lovely older woman who is classy as hell but knows how to have a good time. There’s a gothic look to the city with spires reaching to the heavens, statues, memorials all mixed in with the greens of parks and trees. It's also a surprisingly cosmopolitan city replete with tourists and university students from countries far and wide.


After checking into our newest digs — which feature a view of Edinburg Castle — it was time for dinner. We stopped at the first place we came upon and it was an excellent choice. Fiddler’s Arms was the name of the pub/restaurant. The staff was young and friendly and the food was delish. I started with a fish stew called Cullen Skink that’s popular in these parts. It was the best stew I’ve had in many moons, if not ever. That was followed by pan-seared salmon. It was a healthy piece of fish and assured two great meals in two nights. Almost makes up for the airplane “food.”


We walked around for a bit and now it’s back in the room. Tomorrow I get a tour of the aforementioned castle, the missus is sitting this one out. The vacation is off to a cracking start.


08 May 2025

For Your Reading Enjoyment I Proudly Present Thirty-Six Great Quotes

Robert Benchley

“There are two kinds of people in the world, those who believe there are two kinds of people in the world and those who don’t.” — Robert Benchley

“Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.” — Eleanor Roosevelt


“It was a genuine battle picture, and I was aware of its angry beauty.” — Siegfried Sasoon


“And the blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.” —Sylvia Path


“If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather.” — Stephen Fry


“Every tradition grows ever more venerable - the more remote its origin, the more confused that origin is. The reverence due to it increases from generation to generation. The tradition finally becomes holy and inspires awe.” — Nietzsche 


“Often the less there is to justify a traditional custom, the harder it is to get rid of.” — From The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain.


“Then I applied myself to the understanding of wisdom, and also of madness and folly, but I learned that this, too, is a chasing after the wind.” — Ecclesiastes 1:17


“The rich rob the poor, and the poor rob one another.” — Sojourner Truth


“Teachers, let me tell you, are born deceivers of the lowest sort, since what they want from life is impossible -- time-freed existential youth forever. it commits them to terrible deceptions and departures from the truth.” —  From The Sportswriter by Richard Ford


“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise


“No one is more dangerously insane than one who is sane all the time: he is like a steel bridge without flexibility, and the order of his life is rigid and brittle.” — Alan Watts


“It is easy, when you are young, to believe that what you desire is no less than what you deserve, to assume that if you want something badly enough, it is your God-given right to have it.”  ― Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild


“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.” ―J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye


“Literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disenfranchised. No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourses of my book friends. They talk to me without embarrassment or awkwardness.” — Helen Keller, The Story of My Life


“Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” ― Anaïs Nin


“I would like to be one of those people who treat their local team like their local restaurant, and thus withdraw their patronage if they are being served up noxious rubbish. But unfortunately (and this is one reason why football has got into so many messes without having to clear any of them up) there are many fans like me. For us, the consumption is all; the quality of the product is immaterial.” — Nick Hornby Fever Pitch


“A Troll is someone who wants you to feel, for a few seconds, as miserable as they do their entire existence.” — Ricky Gervais


“Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those timid spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.” — Theodore Roosevelt


“Film as dream, film as music. No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls.” — Ingmar Bergman


“And the blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.” — Sylvia Plath


"The only one way we were going to get serious about a revolution was when we had something in the soil. We have it — the People’s Park — and its avenging angels are everywhere.” — Eldridge Cleaver


“There were complications, there were questions; but they were so much more together than they were anything else.” — Henry James from The Wings of a Dove


“The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.” — Thornton Wilder


I am one who believes in the power of the people. I am inspired when I see people hit the streets, who challenge their elected officials, and are willing to stand up and fight. I encourage it. — Maxine Waters


“There are people in every time and every land who want to stop history in its tracks. They fear the future, mistrust the present, and invoke the security of a comfortable past which, in fact, never existed.” — Robert Kennedy


“I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.” ― Edna St. Vincent Millay


“The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made.” — Groucho Marx


“There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious—makes you so sick at heart—that you can't take part. You can't even passively take part. And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop. And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all.” —Mario Savio


"I am no longer accepting the things I cannot change. I am changing the things I cannot accept.” — Angela Davis


“I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.” ― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations


“Think of how stupid the average person is, and realize half of them are stupider than that.” — George Carlin


“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” — Oscar Wilde


“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” ― Maya Angelou


“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” 

― Martin Luther King Jr.


“[...]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!” 

― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

05 May 2025

Who Cares if You're Stupid Kid is an Honor Student and Other Musings


It’s my 37th anniversary of being a father. Of course rather than celebrating this remarkable feat all the attention is on my oldest daughter as this also happens to be her birthday. Whatta gyp.

I’m proud to be the father of two daughters. I was tempted here to use an adjective in front of daughters such as “remarkable” or “amazing” or “wonderful” and while they are all true they all seem trite and like cliche.s I’m here reminded of a placard I saw the other day on someone’s lawn. It announced that this was the home of a an honors graduate from the local high school. What are we meant to do? Genuflect? Bumper stickers announcing that a child is an honor student also can be seen. It seems a weird sort of flex. It’s really no different than stopping strangers on the street and telling them about your child’s accomplishments. We don’t know your goddamned kid so why are we supposed to care? As a matter of fact if I knew the kid I probably wouldn’t care that much. No disrespect to the child but being an honor student isn’t that huge a deal. Class valedictorian maybe. Earning a Phd, sure, being a Rhodes scholar, tell me more. But a fucking honor student in high school? So what. My oldest was an honor student and I don’t recall telling anyone beyond her grandparents. (Youngest blossomed later.)


A lot of parents probably feel that their child’s accomplishments reflects well on them as parents. They do. Therefore many parents are really bragging about themselves and not their kids. See what a great parent I’ve been? Get over yourself.


I understand being proud of your child’s deeds but broadcasting that seems gauche. It’s like how Americans are forever saying “this is there greatest country in the world.” (Well, not so much since Trumpy’s re-election.) It bespeaks a certain insecurity and is a really bad look.


(Time now for an abrupt change of subject.)


This morning (after I wrote the preceding bit and before I wrote this bit.) I texted my wife the following: 


Students are working silently on something from the book. I’m reminded of when I was little and my cousin was visiting and we’d been playing. It was his nap time so I had to kill time before his nap was over and we could play again. I want the students to finish the reading just as I wanted my cousin to finish his nap.


I suppose this bespeaks the love I have for teaching. I especially love   the constant interacting with students. Occasionally when they are silently writing, reading or doing some other task I’m quite happy and relieved as I need a break. Other times I’m happy and relieved because I need the time to prepare something for them or to grade papers. But today was an instance where I wanted to “keep playing.” You may think that makes me weird but it’s who I am as a teacher. One of the reasons I enjoy classroom interaction is because I’m so good at managing it. I make it both fun and educational. Students feel comfortable with me because they can tell I know what I’m doing and that I have their best interests at heart. They enjoy class while improving their English. People learn better when they’re happy and they’re happier when they’re engaged and when they’re “in the hands” of a professional who knows what they are doing. Having a sense of humor is also integral to this. Laughter relieves anxiety and makes the medicine of grammar go down easier.

It’s a damn fun job and oh by the way all of my students are honor students and if you want I’ll make a placard to that effect.

01 May 2025

My Top 30 Films From 1925-1949 (Last of a Series)

Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell in His Girl Friday

Regular readers of this blog (I'm looking at you Geronimo O'Hara of  Narragansett, Rhode Island) will recall that three months ago I published a list of my top thirty films from the first quarter of this century. I followed that two months ago with my top thirty from the preceding twenty-five year period (1975-1999) and last month with my favorites from 1950-1974  This month I offer my top picks from 1925 through 1949. You're welcome. You will note several directors combine to dominate this list. There are four movies from Alfred Hitchcock, three from Preston Sturges and two each from John Ford, Howard Hawks, Charlie Chaplin and Frank Capra. So those six provide half the films here. Cary Grant, Joseph Cotton and Humphrey Bogart are each in three films, as is the despicable John Wayne. Ward Bond appears in a supporting role in three films and if I'd expanded the list to fifty he would have been in four or five more. But John Qualen tops that being in four pictures on this list. Among women Barbara Stanwyck and Ingrid Bergman are both in two films.

1.His Girl Friday (1940) Hawks

2. Duck Soup (1933) McCarey

3. Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939) Capra


4. Casablanca (1942) Curtiz


5. The Grapes of Wrath (1940) Ford


6. Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1948) Huston


7. Foreign Correspondent (1940) Hitchcock


8. Sullivan’s Travels (1941) P. Sturges


9. Shadow of a Doubt (1943) Hitchcock


10. Rome: Open City (1945) Rossellini


11. It’s A Wonderful Life (1946) Capra


12. The Third Man (1949) Reed


13. Holiday (1938) Cukor


14. City Lights (1931) Chaplin


15. The Big Sleep (1946) Hawks


16. All Quiet on the Western Front (1930) Milestone


17. My Man Godfrey (1936) LaCava


18. Red River (1948) Hawks


19. Stagecoach (1939) Ford


20. The 39 Steps (1935) Hitchcock


21. The Gold Rush (1925) Chaplin


22. Citizen Kane (1941) Welles


23. Double Indemnity (1944) Wilder


24. The Lady Eve (1941) P. Sturges


25. Notorious (1946) Hitchcock


26. Bicycle Thieves (1949) De Sica


27. Hail the Conquering Hero (1944) P. Sturges


28. The Long Voyage Home (1940) Ford


29. The Big Parade (1927) Vidor


30. A Canterbury Tale (1944) Powell and Pressburger