lying in bed, looking at these dreamy columns of light coming though the window curtains and listening to the sounds of the street below. it’s after 11pm but #naples is still full of life and commotion. not sure what time zone i’m in anymore. but feel reassured by the richness of our world
#santodiego – ‘Diego #Maradona’s exquisite technique, poise and breathtaking ability on the ball made him one of the greatest players of all time. But for fans of Napoli, Maradona is more than just a footballer. He’s an idol, a living legend and a true adopted son of their city.’ #church of #gesunuevo in piazza del gesù nuevo in #napoli
‘In the degradation of the term emotional labor, we lose a crucial framework to define the taxing emotional burden of being a worker in a society that continually wants employees to believe their coworkers are “their family” so that they work harder and never want to leave their desks. But we also saddle the relationships we can form beyond the workplace, away from our obligations to work, with a similar, dreaded sense of duty. The overuse of the term emotional labor redefines our relationships, the ones we build out of care and love, into workplace disputes. Fabello writes in her script “could we connect at [a later time and date]” as if checking in with a friend in a time of need is another meeting to be scheduled with a conference room to book. More here.
with the brilliant and beautiful Sara Salem this morning. we had breakfast at the @thedelaunay near #holborn and talked about the idea of political correctness in the UK and US vs in-your-face racism in other european countries, the overweening dynamics of american identity vs internationalism in the UK, and much more. hope we can continue this conversation in #nyc
i have to write about yesterday evening. amra and i decided to attend a #barbican#concert, by a canadian period-instrument, #baroque #ensemble: ‘#tafelmusik: love and betrayal.’ it moved seamlessly from dynamic instrumental works by #handel and #vivaldi to #opera. the absolutely astonishing canadian #soprano @karina_gauvin stunned with such moving performances that one forgot the world. when she sang handel’s ‘ah! mio cor’ something was unleashed inside of me and all the emotions i’ve been experiencing over the last few weeks came crashing down. the tears wouldn’t stop. i was afraid i’d start to cry uncontrollably, and was relieved when the concert shifted pace.
the concert took place at #miltoncourt concert hall, owned by the #guildhall school of music. what an incredible space. wood plays a central role in the hall’s design – sapele, which is often used for making instruments, produces both beautiful acoustics and aesthetics. even our clapping, which was constant and vigorous, acquired unparalleled resonance. it was one of the most unforgettable concerts of my life. thank you #london. @tafelmusikbocc @guildhallschool @barbicancentre
had some #mincepie at #pretamanger and the lovely young man helping me gave it to me for free because i was just checking it out he said (‘you’re experimenting’) ?? walked in the rain from king’s cross to sir syed ahmed khan’s house where he lived for one year in central london – he was an indian (pre-partition) scholar and reformer
we had breakfast at home this morning – eggs, avocados, mackerel, comte cheese, blueberries and tea – then walked along #littlevenice such a beautiful #canal with pretty #barges anchored along its sides, surrounded by #tree lined streets and gorgeous homes #fall#colors are still on display and although it was mostly overcast, it didn’t rain