Oh Fatherland, Fatherland,
Show us the sign
Your children have waited to see.
The morning will come
When the world is mine.
Tomorrow belongs to me!
- Chorus from Tomorrow Belongs to Me, Cabaret
Buenos Aires - Recently I’ve decided it’s time to get back into theater mode - I mean going to as opposed to being in. My Spanish has improved [...]
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"I have a few other dislikes, but not many. I don’t want salt sprinkled on my desserts, even high-minded pink sea salt from some Hawaiian coast. I don’t enjoy marshmallows snipped off tableside; it’s way too French. Of course, marshmallows roasted over a campfire are exquisite, the only dessert that should be served searing hot. (That’s the second great lesson I learned in the Cub Scouts.) I particularly dislike the custom of plopping cold ice cream in the center of hot soufflés, a perverse practice that ruins two desserts at once. I never cared much for Chuckles as a kid, and I don’t go for gelées now. That’s never going to change." - Alan Richman, GQ
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