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Swedish recipe of the day: How to make traditional semla buns

https://www.thelocal.se/20150123/how-to-make-the-swedish-semla-bun



On Fat Tuesday Swedes gorge themselves on these fantastic cream buns, but they're usually available in stores right after Christmas. Food writer John Duxbury shares his best recipe with The Local. There are variations of semlor (sehm-lohr is plural, sehm-la is singular) throughout Scandinavia and in Sweden they go by several different names: semlor in the north, fastlagsbullar in the south, and hetvägg if they are eaten with warm milk and sprinkled with cinnamon. The buns hold a notorious role in Swedish history linked to King Adolf Fredrik. On the day now known as Fat Tuesday (fettisdagen) in 1771, he collapsed and died after eating a meal of lobster, caviar, sauerkraut, smoked herring, champagne... and 14 servings of semlor, his favourite dessert.



Summary

Makes 24 small/10 large buns

Preparation: 25 minutes

Cooking: 20 minutes

Total: 45 minutes (plus 1-2 hours for proving)

Ingredients

Semlor buns

75 g (5 tbsp) butter

300 ml (1¼ cups) milk

10 g (3¼ tsp) "instant" fast action dried yeast

½ tsp salt

55g (¼ cup) sugar

1 tsp freshly ground or cracked cardamom

500 g (3½ cups) plain (all-purpose) flour, extra may be required

1 egg

Filling

200g (7 oz) mandelmassa (almond paste)

120 ml (½ cup) milk

240 ml (1 cup) whipping cream

icing (powder or confectioner's) sugar for dusting


Method................

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the NERVE of these taker Red States whingeing about the COVID bill & calling it a BLUE STATE bailout

motherfuckers!

Meghan Markle agrees to 'tell all' Megxit and royal interview with Oprah Winfrey

Meghan Markle and Prince Harry are set to open up as they take part in an interview with TV icon Oprah Winfrey

https://www.mirror.co.uk/3am/celebrity-news/meghan-markle-agrees-take-part-23505324#source=breaking-news

The Duchess of Sussex, Meghan Markle, is planning to sit down for a TV interview with Oprah Winfrey. It will be the first time the wife of Prince Harry has given an interview since she and her husband decided to step down as senior Royals.

According to People, former Suits star Meghan, who is expecting a second child with Harry, will discuss "stepping into life as a Royal" as well as "handling life under intense public pressure."

The outlet add that Prince Harry is also set to make an appearance and to share on their life now the couple and son Archie have settled in America.

US channel CBS told the outlet in a statement: "Winfrey will speak with Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex, in a wide-ranging interview, covering everything from stepping into life as a Royal, marriage, motherhood, philanthropic work to how she is handling life under intense public pressure."

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Gaslighting God

Hidden within Saturday’s largely hollow political victory was the beginning of the end.

https://thebanter.substack.com/p/gaslighting-god



Congratulations, Donald Trump, on a job done. Avoiding conviction in the Senate while losing by a righteous 57-43 is a fitting end to four-plus years of lying, cheating, threatening, intimidating, sabotaging, evading, avoiding, extorting, and ultimately murdering and committing insurrection in the full light of day. We gathered all the GOP wimps together for old times’ sake and gave you the sendoff you so deserved—a low D graded on a curve. They carried your sorry political corpse over the goal line in a stretcher during a timeout and called it a touchdown. Your handpicked crack defense team made the cut by virtue of having not been well known enough to be disbarred and then managed to almost lose a case in which the jury was already in the bag. Note to self: When on trial for assault, assemble a highlight reel of everyone on the planet at one time or another using the word “fight.” You proved your point, which is that there are many men and women like you—weak, angry, bitter, frightened, desperate and more than willing to put a steel boot on the neck of anyone in their way as long as someone else will be there to take the rap for it. More than simply prove this point, you did your very best, day in and day out, to drag down a large confused mass of individuals somewhere in the middle who had perhaps half a chance morally until you arrived on the scene.

You leave in your wake a nation at each other's throats, with body bags needlessly piled to the roof and beyond and other nations once in awe asking themselves seriously, What was I thinking? Have a nice afternoon on the back nine, and do not for a single moment lose focus on the lone notion that can still save you from yourself and what you have wrought—that there is no justice and no God. Yet these entities always make themselves known in any number of subtle ways until one day when it’s not so subtle. The problem seems to be how slowly they rear their head. Very slowly indeed. It is during this interminable transition—between crime and justice, between amorality and spirituality—that fools and tyrants like you live their entire lives. It is a wide berth the heavens give the truly evil. More than enough time to play out one’s misbegotten childish grievances, construct a microcosm where savagery and avarice are rewarded, and in your case foist that paradigm on an entire subclass of individuals far too muddled in their thinking to comprehend how they ever walked into the trap or contemplate how they will ever get out. But allow me to offer this one unsettling thought. Those grinding wheels have now begun to turn.

Hidden within Saturday’s largely hollow political victory was the beginning of the end. The very impeachment you called a witch hunt effectively extended the charade of your presidency another three or four weeks. Your cringey apparition haunted the halls of a Senate chamber cowering in fear of Oath Keeper assassins commissioned by you, and for a few bonus days y’all managed to hold back the floodgates of comeuppance. But now it’s over. In its place as you will soon discover is a different paradigm. Who fears Stalin today? Who hides from Saddam Hussein? Who trembles before Al Capone? There is a line connecting where you are right now and where you will be at some point. No one including you knows the exact slope or curvature of that line, but we all know it is all downhill. Surely, no matter how much thou doth protest, you can feel the shift already. Yes, you still lay claim to a base of the basest nature, but we have a bigger and better one and top notch professionals on our side. We’re already chipping away. A hundred million vaccines here, a million manufacturing jobs there, a couple million affordable health plans here and you will sense the air going out of the balloon. The travesty you have perpetrated is high maintenance. You are exhausting and with no other purpose than to become still more exhausting. People have lives to live. Even your hardcore base is not entirely immune to the allure of a better life. You will eventually be left with a rotisserie league of wild-eyed, unkempt neo-Nazis as is fitting for a man of your stature.

This was your last hurrah if you want to call it that. Watching Mitch McConnell urge conviction after failing to convict must have given you the sensation below the belt Melania hasn’t given since 2006. The Turtle was all "I wish to acquit Charles Manson for the violent murder of a bunch of people, but I would also like to add that Charles Manson has been a very bad boy and his mommy should probably spank him." That was rich. You’ll be TiVoing that speech till the day they drag you pajama-clad and babbling incoherently to criminal court in Georgia. By the time you exit this earth you will be largely forgotten, especially by the likes of folks like me who are embarrassed to have had to invest quality time fighting the good fight against hacks like you. But there is one thing I want to hang around to see, somehow, no matter how high priced or out of reach the ticket. At the instant of your ultimate physical demise you will be confronted with the most complete highlight reel ever—the one of your entire life culled and edited by archangels. No doubt you will be motormouthing about how the racist housing discrimination, wage theft, rapes, and incitements to violence are all merely otherworldly deepfakes. You will not be out of your mortal shell a millisecond before you begin gaslighting God. Unfortunately for you, She doesn’t have to put up with that shit.

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Vaccine efficacy: When covid-19 vaccines meet the new variants of the virus



A lot depends on blocking transmission not just disease

https://www.economist.com/briefing/2021/02/13/when-covid-19-vaccines-meet-the-new-variants-of-the-virus



On February 1st researchers around the world saw the tweet for which they had been waiting: “We say with caution, the magic has started”. Eran Segal, a scientist at the Weizmann Institute, had been posting regular updates on the course of Israel’s covid-19 epidemic since its mass vaccination campaign had begun six weeks earlier. By February 1st he was seeing the number of hospitalisations dropping significantly among the over-60s—a cohort in which the number vaccinated had reached 70%, seen as a crucial level, three weeks before. After an expected but still somewhat nail-biting lag, the vaccine was doing its thing. By February 6th about 85% of the over-60s in Israel—and 40% of the general population—had received at least one dose of the Pfizer/BioNTech mrna vaccine (or in a few cases the Moderna mrna vaccine) and 75% of the over-60s had received their second dose, too. In that age group hospital admissions for covid-19 were about two-thirds what they had been at their peak in January and still falling (see chart 1). At the same time, the country as a whole was seeing its caseload rise.



The vaccine was not the only thing which arrived in Israel late last year. So did b.1.1.7, a highly contagious variant of sars-cov-2, the virus responsible for covid-19, which was first identified in Britain in September. It set about filling up hospital wards in Israel just as it has done in Britain, Ireland and Portugal. Despite an extended lockdown it is still doing so. It is no surprise that sars-cov-2 has evolved new biological tricks over a year spent infecting more than 100m people. But the near simultaneous arrival of not just b.1.1.7 but also b.1.351, which is now the dominant strain in South Africa, and p.1, a variant first seen in Brazil, is making the roll-out of mass vaccination more complicated and more confusing than might have been hoped when the first evidence of safe, effective vaccines became available last November. How fast the various new variants can spread, how well today’s vaccines work against them and how soon new vaccines better attuned to them—and to the other variants which will turn up over time—become available will determine the course of the pandemic.

Testing the bounds

As of February 10th at least nine vaccines had been authorised for use in one or more countries. The Pfizer/BioNTech vaccine, first out of the gate, has now been authorised for use in 61, as well as for emergency use by the who. The number of doses administered, 148m, now exceeds the number of confirmed covid-19 cases recorded over the entire course of the pandemic. All of the vaccines appear very good at preventing severe cases of covid-19 of the sort that lead to hospitalisation and/or death; in trials which compared the vaccinated with control groups the efficacy with which the various vaccines prevented these outcomes was 85-100%. Their efficacy against all symptomatic cases of the disease found in trials has been lower, ranging between 66% and 95%. Some of that range is down to intrinsic differences between the vaccines. Some is down to trials being done according to different protocols and in different populations, sometimes against different variants of the virus. It is hard to disentangle such effects. The general message, though, is fairly clear. The vaccines make serious cases of all sorts very rare, and mild-to-moderate cases caused by the original strain of the virus a lot rarer than they would be otherwise.



That is undoubtedly good news; it lessens the death toll, the suffering and the strain on hospitals. But the situation is not perfect. For one thing mild and moderate cases can be worse than they sound. Many cases of “long covid”, a debilitating form of the disease in which some effects last for months, follow original infections that were not severe enough to require hospital admission. It is not yet clear whether long covid is less likely in people who have been vaccinated. What is more, this pattern of effects does not reveal what the vaccines are doing about transmission. As Natalie Dean, a biostatistician at the University of Florida, points out, there are two ways one can imagine a vaccine bringing about the pattern of protection the covid-19 vaccines have been seen to provide (see chart 2). In one of them the same number of infections occurs as would occur otherwise, but the consequences of these infections are systematically downgraded. Thus almost all of the infections which would lead to severe cases lead to moderate or mild cases, and many of the infections that would have led to moderate or mild cases produce no symptoms at all. The alternative is that the total number of infections is being reduced, but the ratio of severe to mild to asymptomatic cases stays roughly the same. The already low number of deaths and hospitalisations shrinks to something hardly there. The number of mild cases is similarly deflated (although, since bigger, remains palpable). And so is the number of asymptomatic cases. Indeed, the main difference between the two scenarios is that in one the asymptomatic cases rise, and in the other they fall.

The passing game.............

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sneering, swaggering, arrogant, lying Mussolini-copying Rump lawyers, I'm going fucking mental here

and the fuckers keep saying Democrat Party!

I can but take so much more.

my mood in a one minute song





No Bruce Springsteen, We Should Not Meet Republican Conspiracists in "the Middle"

The solution is a deranged and dangerous remedy for what ails the country, which is an astounding capacity for baseless claims of great consequence.

https://thebanter.substack.com/p/no-bruce-springsteen-we-should-not



Three in four Republicans think Joe Biden is president because of widespread election fraud because that’s what prominent conservatives, beginning with former President Donald Trump, have told them. Unsurprisingly, some Trump supporters were so incensed at the fraud that didn’t happen, they stormed the Capitol at his behest in a failed insurrection that killed five people. Enter Bruce Springsteen and Jeep with their gross Super Bowl commercial last Sunday. And please note, the ad was filmed after the insurrection. “It’s no secret the middle has been a hard place to get to lately,” says The Boss, “Between red and blue, between servant and citizen, between our freedom and our fear.” Ah yes, the vaunted "middle." He mournfully implores viewers, “We need the middle. We just have to remember the very soil we stand on is common ground, so we can get there. We can make it to the mountaintop through the desert, and we will cross this divide. Our light has always found its way through the darkness. And there’s hope. On the road. Up ahead.” In disputes between individuals or groups, “the middle” is often considered the Shangri-La of outcomes, whereby no one gets everything they want, but everyone gets enough to be content and live harmoniously.

If you had no idea the Capitol riot happened or why, you could be forgiven for thinking Springsteen was making a sensible plea for unity and coming together in “the middle.” But if you understand the context in which the deadly riot happened and the Big Lie that was pumped into and accepted by the Republican mainstream, Springsteen's call for reaching “the middle” is tone-deaf maudlin horseshit. In effect, Springsteen and Jeep want us all to agree we live in the early 1870s. Let me explain. There’s an obscure conspiracy theory called the Phantom Time Hypothesis which posits that in the early Middle Ages, the Holy Roman Emperor and the Pope manipulated the dating system in order to add to the historic record 297 years that didn’t actually happen. The purpose of this fabrication, so the claim goes, was to place the two leaders in the year 1000 A.D., which was supposedly a very significant year in Christendom. If this hypothesis is true, the current year isn’t 2021, but 1724. The amount of evidence for this claim is the same as the amount of evidence supporting Republicans’ widespread voter fraud hypothesis: zero.

Nevertheless, imagine a prominent political figure suddenly insists the Phantom Time Hypothesis is real. "The year is actually 1724," he bellows to the country in speeches and on social media. You laugh at the claim and think no one could possibly believe it, but soon the lie gains traction. This person manically outlines all sorts of fantastical explanations about why it’s definitely 1724 because three centuries of history have been invented from whole cloth. He’s convinced millions of his followers he's right. Others don’t entirely believe the claim, but they’re nonetheless now sceptical as to whether it’s really 2021. Before you know it, nearly half the country harbours doubts about what year it really is. Americans are bitterly divided: Is it 1724 or 2021? TV pundits debate it fiercely as bad faith talking heads realize a large chunk of the country wants the lie to be true, and will tune in to anyone who validates their delusion. Your aunt is forwarding you “2021 truther” chain emails. Thanksgiving dinners are marred by arguments about whether the Pilgrims hit Plymouth Rock in 1620 or 1323. What had been strong interpersonal relationships with family and friends are deteriorating into mutual hostility.

Finally, a famous musician has enough of all the fighting. “We need the middle,” begs Springsteen, who's being paid by a major corporation to do so. “We just have to remember the very soil we stand on is common ground, so we can get there. We can make it to the mountaintop through the desert, and we will cross this divide.” If we take “the middle” request to heart in this context, the best way to proceed would be for all of us to agree that we are living in the year 1872 or 1873, the middle point between 1724 and 2021. Does this sound like a sensible remedy? I would argue that no, pretending that conspiracy theorists' phantasmagoric fever dreams might have some merit in order to placate them to reach some "middle" is not sensible. Besides, the conspiracists in this case would likely accept nothing short of total capitulation. It's 1724 and there can be no debate. The solution is a deranged and dangerous remedy for what ails the country, which is an astounding capacity for baseless claims of great consequence. One could argue that Springsteen and Jeep did not mean that “the middle” should be construed to mean a place where reality is denied entirely or even in part. However, this would be ignoring the very immediate context of what’s going on in the United States right now, where so many Americans believe total bullshit about important things. The year isn’t 1724 and the election wasn’t stolen. If reality and truth mean anything, a call to come to “the middle” in the current political and cultural climate is a call to entertain the ideas of crackpots and authoritarians.

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American Democracy Is Only 55 Years Old--And Hanging by a Thread

Black civil-rights activists—and especially Black women—delivered on the promise of the Founding. Their victories are in peril.

https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2021/03/voting-rights-act-democracy/617792/



I. To My Mother

You were born on July 9, 1964, in Greenwood, Mississippi, delivered into the cradle of white supremacy. Listening to the stories of terror and hope woven into the story of your birth used to frighten me. The year before you entered the world, white supremacists were blocking food aid to Greenwood, trying to starve Black sharecroppers who were demanding their civil rights. You were carried home in the middle of Freedom Summer, right down the street from where Fannie Lou Hamer led a movement that included your neighbours and cousins to demand self-determination. You suckled and wailed, oblivious to your membership in the final group of Black babies born under Jim Crow. There were many such children, born just on the wrong edge of the fight for freedom. But only one of them was my mama. The marrow of your bones carried generations of struggle, and a year after your birth, that struggle helped bring forth something new. Acceding to the demands of your kin in Mississippi and of many others, President Lyndon B. Johnson and the white folks up in Washington passed the Voting Rights Act. The signing ceremony was in August 1965, just a month after your first birthday. Nobody knew exactly how the act would work, or what would happen when federal agents came down to the state to try to enforce it. But the local paper made things plain and simple: “President Signs Voting Law Declaring That Negroes Free.”

The VRA was historic legislation, but it was still an infant, vulnerable and soft. White leaders in Jackson and other state capitals across the South worked hard to stunt it. White supremacists found new ways to lean on and intimidate Black voters while scrambling to register poor white people. The cotton oligarchs took political offices in local districts and made them countywide offices, hoping to “dilute” new Black votes with white votes. They took other offices, traditionally elective, and made them appointed—then stocked them with white politicians. They gerrymandered districts to sequester Black voters together when it suited them, or to crack apart growing Black political bastions. But, slowly and painfully, the act cut its teeth. Black activists mobilized the people to seize the franchise. Examiners sent by Washington registered thousands of Black voters directly. Federal observers and Justice Department lawyers rooted out illegal disenfranchisement, often case by case and person by person. Black Mississippians dragged the state to federal court, over and over. I’ve got pictures of you in the 1970s, in frills and patent-leather dress shoes. You had the same smile in miniature, the smile I now recognize as my own. You had the same eyes, wide and alert, and the same hands, wiry and knobby. You and the Voting Rights Act grew up together. The VRA was extended by Congress in 1970 and then given new purpose and extended again in 1975, when its provisions were broadened beyond preventing Black disenfranchisement to cover non-English speakers.

In 1982, when you went off to college, in Coke-bottle glasses, Congress expanded the act’s coverage beyond purposeful, intentional bigotry to consider voting laws that had disparate, discriminatory effects—such as dilution—regardless of intent. The Supreme Court added to the arsenal with decisions that specified the VRA’s reach over redistricting and racial gerrymandering. The act became an integral part of the machinery of politics at every level in every state. There were growing pains. There always are. Voting-rights opponents poked and prodded, looking for areas where the courts and the Department of Justice were not so vigilant. They continued to fight any law that might make it easier to vote. As ever, Mississippi led the way. The state still made voters register separately for state and municipal elections, a holdover from the “Mississippi plan,” a strategy to deny African Americans the right to vote. When the Justice Department blocked a 1991 Mississippi redistricting scheme because it would have disenfranchised Black voters, a state representative told The New York Times that white politicians privately disparaged the remedy favoured by Black legislators as the “nigger plan.” Even as legislation, courts, and the Justice Department secured enormous increases in Black registration and turnout, racial gaps in both measures persisted. When I think about it all, I think about you, Mama. You had always wanted to be a teacher. You always were a teacher, the bright girl tutoring your siblings and cousins. But educating was more than a profession. Rather, it was halfway between divine purpose and civic duty, part of your drive to help set the world right—a drive I knew was connected to the circumstances of your birth and childhood.



That drive took you to North Carolina. You lived in a house with bad wiring and a bathroom not big enough to sneeze in, commuting 30 minutes across town every morning to teach at your school. You were 24 when you had me, your first child; American democracy, as I think of it, had just turned 23. Democracy is central to America’s idea of itself, but that idea had never been a reality until the VRA. You always reminded me of the precariousness and the novelty of this experiment—of the fact that I had been granted a franchise that wasn’t even yours when you were born. In school textbooks, the black-and-white photographs of civil-rights protests suggested that America had vanquished its demons ages ago. But you told me that the people marching in those photographs were the people who sang in the choir at church and who brought chitlins to family reunions. We were taught that Black folks had been granted a fundamental right in perpetuity, but in truth the boundaries and contours of that right were in flux and constantly being negotiated, renegotiated, and sometimes overruled. There were reauthorizations and court challenges, gerrymanders and consent decrees. But you were optimistic. So much of what I remember of you comes back to your faith in this country, and your steadiness in contributing to it. My own first time voting was in 2008, when Barack Obama was elected president. That was the night the spirit of the VRA came closest to being realized, perhaps. Black turnout was now eclipsing white turnout. I called you from college as you cried on your couch. You were 44, born dispossessed and disenfranchised in a county where only 250 Black adults out of more than 13,000 were registered to vote. It felt as if your own steadfastness had won out against every obstacle.

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great, long-form article

Vietnamese Chefs in DC Share Their Lunar New Year Traditions

And the best places around DC to try Vietnamese dishes.

https://www.thrillist.com/eat/washington-dc/best-vietnamese-food-in-dc





Lunar New Year is celebrated by myriad cultures around the world and, for Vietnamese families, it means three things: family, tradition, and a huge feast. “Tet Nguyen Dan” or “Tet” takes place from the first day of the first month of the Lunar calendar to the third day (this year, February 12-15). The days leading up to Tet are full of bustle—people shopping, traveling to return home, cleaning their homes, and cooking traditional food meant to bring prosperity. Expect to see a lot of red and yellow flowers around this time, as Vietnamese believe the colours will bring good fortune. You can get a taste for it all at Huong Binh, a bakery and deli that has called the Vietnamese hub Eden Center home since the early 1990s. “It is a very festive time of year in Vietnam,” says Huong Binh owner. Quong Le. “There’s lots of open-air markets for flowers, paper, and other typical items that are purchased at this time. We try to capture that spirit in the store with flowers and gift envelopes and other items families purchase for the New Year.”



Typically, Eden Center hosts a large celebration with fireworks and dancers to recreate the atmosphere of Vietnam. But things look a little bit different with the COVID-19 pandemic and the center will be featuring a much more scaled-down version. Of course, food plays a very important role, too. “Bánh chưng is a traditional food that we typically eat during this time, which is basically sweetened rice with mung beans and pork,” Le says. “Typically, this takes many hours to cook and we eat it with pickled radish. They are wrapped in banana leaves and look like beautiful packages.” Le also mentions that candied fruit (coconut, mango, ginger), known as “mut” is also served to guests. At Huong Binh, they import these candies from Vietnam and are one of the few places in the area to carry this special treat. For a true Vietnamese experience, it helps to know what ingredients to shop for, traditional dishes to make, and maybe have a friend in the know help you along the way.



“Because these dishes are traditionally ingrained in almost all Vietnamese families for a long time, we either make them at home or know of a relative/friend who would provide them per request before Tet,” says Khuong Nguyen, manager at 1914 by Kolben, a Vietnamese restaurant in Shaw that is offering a set menu for Tet. “These can be commonly found at most Vietnamese markets in the Eden Center. This is the reason for families to come together during this time, to provide these edible offerings as a form of blessings to each other.” Family gatherings and an overabundance of food seem to be the throughlines when chefs share memories about Tet. “There is always too much food,” says Chef Kevin Tien of The Wharf’s contemporary Vietnamese restaurant Moon Rabbit. “My grandmother usually makes a whole steamed fish with lots of aromatics, and my mother fries up a lot of spring rolls.”



A special tasting menu created for the New Year celebration at Moon Rabbit includes a version of his grandma’s fish—whole roasted Branzino with sautéed snow pea leaves, scallions, garlic chili soy, and forbidden black rice. And diners are in for a special treat, too. “Typically, the elders of the family give out red envelopes with money to the kids,” Tien says. “We are recreating this at the restaurant with a little something for every diner.” Giveaways include $100 gift certificates, an overnight stay at the hotel with a private Moon Rabbit dinner for up to four guests. “In addition, traditionally moon cakes filled with bean paste are eaten for New Year, but I’ll be giving guests egg tarts. I love them.” While you may not be able to pack your bags and have a real deal experience in Vietnam, here are spots where you can get a taste for it right here in DC.

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Watch Seth Troxler and Harvard professor Dr. Cornel West discuss the origins of house and techno






The 18-minute video was part of Beatport's Black History Month programme.

https://ra.co/news/74609

Seth Troxler has curated a series of talks and DJ sets as part of Beatport's Black History Month programme.

The programme launched yesterday, February 8th, with a brief conversation via Twitch between Troxler and Harvard University professor Dr. Cornel West on house and techno's roots in Black and Latino communities. Another longer conversation, this time featuring Troxler, Ron Trent and Tony Humphries, followed straight after.

Still to come this month are conversations and DJ sets from the likes of Paul Johnson, Channel Tres and DJ Holographic. Here's the full schedule.

As well as a professor of the Practice Of Public Philosophy at Harvard University, Dr. West is a writer, activist and editor. One of his monologues recently appeared on Brandon Lucas's house track "Got That Hope," which Troxler remixed.



Seth Troxler @ Château d'Apigné in Rennes, France for Cercle


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