Roberto Ignacio Díaz
@robertissimus.bsky.social
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Professor of Spanish and Comparative Literature at USC | Los Angeles and Washington, D.C. | Author of “Latin America and the Transports of Opera” | Platonic Cyclist, Public Transit Rider | 🇨🇺🇺🇸🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🇬🇱🇩🇰🇵🇦🇨🇦🇲🇽🇵🇸🇺🇦🇪🇺
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Glad to see we’re united against the “compact.” For one, I love USC’s cosmopolitanism. I’m proud to have directed dissertations by students from Africa, Asia, Europe, Latin America and the U.S., and every term I love having awesome students from China, India, and many other places. Fight on!
Faculty called for USC to ‘promptly reject’ Trump compact - Daily Trojan
The Academic Senate called a special meeting Monday for faculty to provide input on the demands.
dailytrojan.com
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The National Gallery of Art was open only until yesterday at 5:00 p.m. Stopped by to say goodbye to these lofty spaces that will remain out of bounds for the duration of the shutdown.
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Thank you. This is a wonderful poem.
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David Adjaye on his design for the Smithsonian Museum of African American History and Culture, interview with Julian Rose, “Building Culture” (Princeton Architectural Press, 2024), p. 53.
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“I intentionally layered different kinds of architectural references […] — materials that mirror the Washington Monument, a facade motif that draws from Black ironworkers of the American South, a form derived from Yoruban art — to show how African influences are fundamental to America.”
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Ok, I only learned this word recently, but it does exist.
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It’s still an imaginary book, but if it existed, I would call it “Aalto’s Umbrella”!
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A novel about an umbrella born at the Rose Cafe, Venice, c. 1995. She was so big that she never traveled, but at times she sheltered her owner around L.A. She now lives in Washington, D.C., but things are so awful she’s decided not to leave the Alvar Aalto stand where she has been placed. It’s home.
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It rained a lot the other day, so now the babbling brook in my local woods is growing. Nature, the gentlest mother.
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Got a little lost in Soapstone Valley Park — the woods right across from my building — but found a trail that ended right by the Ann and Donald Brown House, Neutra’s sole design in D.C. If California were its own republic (sigh!), this would be its ambassador’s residence.
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Pleased to say that I have now posted 5000 images on Instagram. It’s the best thing I’ve ever done: an autobiography of sorts but also a record, I hope, of what Julio Cortázar called “la maravillosa riqueza planetaria” — the wonderful things our world contains.
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Extraño al menos un poquito los coyotes con los que solía topar en Los Ángeles — siempre una explosión metafórica.
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What?! The New York Times has definitely lost its good word list.
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Saw five or six National Guardsmen sitting on a step by the sidewalk on Constitution Avenue by the National Gallery’s West Building. They looked bored. Inside, as cool as always, Desiderio da Settignano’s Christ Child does not approve of the President’s dismissive approach to, er, our Constitution.
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Sí; menos mal que ella lo entendía a él bien!
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Y cómo era la vida de un teaching fellow en la segunda mitad del siglo XX.
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I’m afraid it’s the carry-on culture. Nothing to do except wait.
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At the Peet’s on Montana and 14th in Santa Monica, enjoying (truly) a concoction termed Havana Cappuccino, defined as containing “sweet condensed milk and a cinnamon kick.” How does Havana, an impoverished city if there ever was one, remain alluring to capitalist imaginings after all these years?
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My husband and I would visit art museums all the time. He found it funny that I’d always ask him what his favorite work in a room was. I loved the fact that he’d always buy postcards of the works he loved. This Woman with Green Hat — so lovely, so lonely — is for you, my Jim, wherever you may be.
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I knew there were trees across from my new building in D.C., but this feels a little like the forest primeval.