Why Did Thomas Aquinas Leave his Summa Theologiae Unfinished? - Maverick Philosopher: Strictly Philosophical.

 Beautiful Ugly Dough 

Fine white Italian “00” flour and Australian wholemeal flour are combined with water and yeast and pre-fermented for eight hours. More flour, water and yeast are added, as are salt and a little olive oil, for crispness. Then the dough is machine-kneaded. Next it’s rolled into balls (200 at a time) and left in the coolroom to prove for 48 hours. The dough is brought to room temperature before service, and hand-stretched to order.

How It’s Made: Bella Brutta’s Clam Pizza

This briny, charry, lemony, garlicky number was a classic almost from the week it was introduced at the Newtown pizzeria. And like many classics, it’s surprisingly simple to make (though hard to master).

… My Hollywood by Boris Dralyuk Review by David Mason - The Los Angeles Review The Los Angeles Review. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

For the Ukrainian-American poet, editor, and translator Boris Dralyuk, Hollywood is “a grand old dame reduced to dishabille, / her glory far too faded to restore.” Dralyuk sees the city from the perspective of immigrants and refugees, as the seat of exile and hope, connected by mythology and money to each of its surrounding communities. His individual poems may at first appear slight in their ambition, but they accumulate a vision and recover a history too few remember. With a verbal facility reminiscent at its best of Byron or Pushkin, Dralyuk writes often in received forms like the Onegin sonnet. He rhymes cleverly: “Pasadena” with “misdemeanors,” “demolished” with “polished,” “aloes” with “gallows.” His subjects are faded landmarks, artists one doesn’t expect to find in LA like Thomas Mann, Aldous Huxley, Arnold Schoenberg, or film stars of a bygone age. He writes with enthusiasm about diminished lives, and the result in this first collection of poems, My Hollywood, is a book of elegant realism, a worthy addition to the poetry of “Los Angeles.”

See also:  BORIS DRALYUK.