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Winter Woes: Dancing to Schubert in Berlin

Anglophone theatre people wish each other good luck (or better, anti-bad luck) with the phrase “break a leg.” The Germans double the violence: “Hals- und Beinbruch” — break your neck and your leg, not that…

Ancient History

When I was 18 years old I picked up a train schedule near Constance, Germany, where I was a student at an immersive German language program, and made my way 113 miles northeast through the…

An Editor’s Appeal

Dear fellow Mendo fan, Thank you for subscribing to MendoLocal.News and for sharing our news with your friends and neighbors. In just five months, you’ve helped MendoLocal.News become one of the most-read news sources in…

Not So New: Machines That Play

In early 1746, the parfumier and glovemaker Pierre Dumoulin left his native Lyon and headed north towards Germany. He was on his way to foreign lands to exhibit three remarkable objects constructed by the celebrated…

An American In Paris (Part 2)

As a first time visitor with only a week in France deciding where to spend your precious Paris hours is a serious challenge. There is just so much to see. As my cousin was treating…

Outliers In Babylon

Intoxicated by the mystical marijuana plants, rising from the heart of the earth, so resinous on the inhaled joint. Our DNA slowly turned to THC. Like seed turning to flower, On the fertile crescents of…

What The Hippies Got Right

When I arrived in Ukiah I was a braindead airhead deadhead with little ambition and, thanks to hourly intakes of marijuana fumes, an IQ dropping faster than my ability to fill out paperwork to get…

Immigration Songs

With the New Cold War heating up, and American citizens under siege at home, it’s no small wonder that a Russian named Berlin can still claim to have composed this nation’s best-loved song. Born in…

Petrolia In Winter

Twelve hours of driving, 190 miles and $38.00 of gas provided my husband and I all we needed for a Sunday Drive over a road we hadn’t traversed in 40 years. A drive to Petrolia…

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