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Stock was a dead man. And he didn't even know it yet. Over the next 10 days, I smoked chickens, ducks, brisket, pheasant and, most delectable of all, ribs. I had lungs like a coal miner's but continued to smoke anything I could find. I almost threw my wife's little dog in there...
...sundry haberdashery” that a 1926 article refers to—seem a bit too dapper and impractical for everyday wear. That is not to say that Harvard students are all about form over function; Barbour jackets offer quail pockets that are useful for storing the dead pheasant one may find on his way to class, and they make for handy and spacious pencil cases, too. While within the safe confines of the Harvard bubble, boys will be boys (or in this case, 40-year-old men), but on any other campus, these modern-day dandies would surely...
...toque Martin Wishart has opened a designer cookery school, www.cookschool.co.uk, and a namesake restaurant on the waterfront, www.martin-wishart.co.uk, which he runs with his wife Cecile. Wishart's eclectic approach engenders dishes like haggis bonbons, chilled sweetcorn soup with basil sorbet, and pressé of foie gras and smoked pheasant with rhubarb curd...
...College in North Carolina, the training ground of the '50s avant-garde, where he had befriended the composer John Cage. Cage's ideas about chance and randomness fascinated Rauschenberg, who began scavenging the streets of New York for junk to incorporate into works like Satellite, in which a stuffed pheasant presides atop a canvas patchworked with fabric and photo images and covered with washes of paint...
...worker - was a Hyakunin Isshu fan. She humored me by asking me to recite the beginning of one of the poems to see if she could finish it. I proudly trotted out the third poem, in which the 7th century Kakinomoto no Hitomaro uses the metaphor of a mountain pheasant's dragging tail ("The long tail/ of the copper pheasant") to evoke the wistfulness of a long, lonely night. The elderly Mrs. Ueda picked up without hesitation on the third line - "drags on and on" - and ended the poem with a smile. In the moment that followed, we both felt...