To escape the news of the day, why not take A Trip to the Moon? Colby J. Herchel’s One Act Play based on a movie by Georges Méliès. Performed last night at Winslow Bar in the East Village. Herchel’s wistful book and joyful lyrics with song stylings by Julia Feinberg spot-on. A subtle comedic tone set by Nathanael Taylor. Tour de Force just Off-Broadway. Bien fait!
Harvard wants its sororities to be gender-neutral. Everyone welcome. Oxymoron alert! Sorority means sisterhood. Fraternity brotherhood. That’s for starters. Definitions be damned. These exclusionary clubs were founded to do just that. Keep certain people out! Catholics. Jews. Non-jocks. Ugly people. Poor people. So yeah. And. How can you have mixers now? Plus. Aren’t college campuses supposed to provide segregated safe spaces for Snow Flakes?
Sororities used to be bastions of non-micro aggressed against pretty blonde cheerleaders. What’s next? Sad Glee Clubs?
Not the München one. Rest easy. I won’t be wearing my dirndl in the küchen. Nor is Dr.H sporting his favorite lederhosen. But, we are making our own festival of Fall tastes from late farm stand treats of the Valley. Potato Turnip Leek Soup with horseradish and chives. Red Cabbage Apple Soup with sesame seeds, maple syrup and Asian spice. Potages d’Octobre. RecipeDetours.
Local autumn brews, too. Oktoberfest Lager. Berkshire Brewing Company. Octoberfest Märzen. Sam Adams. Red Oktober Ale. Wandering Star. Slug a large stein as you sip a small glass of fragrant rich soup on a cool dark afternoon. Bon weekend.