Monthly Archives: September 2010

the chocolate cake

Posted on September 30, 2010 by blaise

Our neigh­bor Lisa made this for us once, after a deli­cious din­ner full of live­ly con­ver­sa­tion.  It’s noth­ing much to look at.  How­ev­er, as we dis­tract­ed­ly put the forks in our mouths, the con­ver­sa­tion stopped.  Here’s what Lisa wrote back … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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logic as an exercise in style

Posted on September 28, 2010 by blaise

Unlike the red sauce, this post falls in the cat­e­go­ry of “prob­a­bly use­less”. Once upon a time I took cours­es in log­ic at Uni­ver­si­ty.  I did fine, because if you know how to do math and pro­gram, there isn’t much … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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the red sauce

Posted on September 26, 2010 by blaise

While we’re on the sub­ject of food, I might as well share some­thing very use­ful: the best red sauce for pas­ta.  This dis­cov­ery comes orig­i­nal­ly via a Marcela Haz­an cook­book. the sauce use a wide, shal­low pan drop in a large can (28oz) of the … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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popovers

Posted on September 26, 2010 by blaise

For the five Augusts in 2008–2012, Adri­enne is direct­ing a course at the Woods Hole Marine Bio­log­i­cal Lab (MBL) called Meth­ods in Com­pu­ta­tion­al Neu­ro­science.  We met at this course when Bill Bialek was direct­ing it, in 1998.  So the lit­tle … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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david mitchell

Posted on September 26, 2010 by blaise

Now that I’ve con­fessed to hav­ing a favorite painter, I’m dan­ger­ous­ly close to con­fess­ing that I also have a favorite nov­el­ist.  If I did, it might be David Mitchell, twice short­list­ed for the Book­er Prize (though inex­plic­a­bly not a win­ner).  I was … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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why is style violent?

Posted on September 20, 2010 by blaise

I’m not gen­er­al­ly one for quotes and mot­toes.  But I’ll make an excep­tion for my favorite painter, Ger­hard Richter: I like every­thing that has no style: dic­tio­nar­ies, pho­tographs, nature, myself and my paint­ings (because style is vio­lence and I am … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

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