Two summers ago, my family and I decided to spend an afternoon at Lisbon's Jardim Zoológico. Or perhaps it's more accurate to say that our eldest daughter made the decision to go and wouldn't relent until we took her there.
Vincent Barletta's blog
Here in Lisbon they’ve cremated José Saramago. The winner of the 1998 Nobel Prize for Literature (he was Portugal’s second Nobel laureate, António Egas Moniz having won the 1949 prize in medicine for pioneering the lobotomy), Saramago consistently mixed his considerable creative talents with strong political convictions.
Like most Americans, I don’t own a TV. I know it’s a cliché, but the truth is that I’m happy spending my time engaged in the quintessentially American pastimes of solving complex math problems, playing bass clarinet, and devising ways to protect the civil liberties of the most vulnerable members of our society. We’re creatures of habit, you could say.