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Choose

by Carl Sandburg

The single clenched fist lifted and ready,

Or the open asking hand held out and waiting.

Choose:

For we meet by one or the other.

Which one will you pick today?

Monday Evening

I sit here in the petite kitchen of my 8th arrondissement apartment eating a 2 minute dinner, drinking a glass of cheap red wine, and reading Le Deuxieme Sexe by Simone de Beauvoir. As I sit, I start to contemplate the last 4 months: Living in a foreign country, learning a new language, separating myself from everything that I knew and took comfort in. Learning what it means to be on my own all over again. I feel good when I think about it. I feel content when I look back. But now is a time for changing, and I must look forward as well. What is to come? I have plans but no definite answers. Only time will tell whether my assumptions will prove correct. Will I be as content looking back 4 months from now as I am right now? 

I hope so.

A Taste of Home

There were seven of us crammed into my tiny french kitchen. We were grilling burgers and enjoying a completely American kind of get together. We had brought our "steak hache" and our 10-packs of Kronenburg and Heineken and now we were crowded into the kitchen, watching our friend cook up our hamburgers just the way we liked them, medium rare. We turned my laptop into a makeshift TV and found a Mets-Brewers baseball game to cheer for while we savored our sandwiches and chugged our beer. We laughed at stupid jokes and sang silly cheers as we rooted for the the Mets. Not all of us were Mets fans and many of us don't watch baseball but that didn't matter because this night was not about the baseball; and it wasn't really about the burgers or the beer either. The night was about us. We are American and even though we are here in Paris right now, fully engulfed in a new culture and a different way of life, every once and a while we need to celebrate our silly American traditions and remember home...

The reason why I keep doing what I do:

My Dad

1962-2007

My Favorite Poem

A Pity. We Were Such A Good Invention.

They amputated

Your Thighs off my hips.

As far as I'm concerned

They are all surgeons. All of them.

They dismantled us

Each from the other.

As far as I'm concerned

They are all engineers. All of them.

A Pity. We were such a good 

And loving invention.

An aeroplane made from a man and wife.

Wings and everything.

We hovered a little above the earth.

We even flew a little.

-Yehuda Amichai

Cowboys....A Universal??

Maybe the South of France and Nebraska aren't so different:

Apparently, cows need to be herded all over the world!