Sixteen was the temperature this morning. Fortunately, it has rocketed up to 23. The sky is dramatic and threatening, icicles are getting long in the tooth, and there’s a lot of white stuff all around. This is the view from my “bedroom” window yesterday morning. It’s hard to believe that not long ago I was staring with trepidation at a schedule jammed with four month’s worth of classes. Now I’m starting the last full week […]
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The Green Fiddle
I saw big-time fog on the way to school this morning. For our last Kiswahili class last night, all the various language groups — Arabic, Cantonese, French, Spanish and I forget whatall — assembled to do end-of-semester performances. Here is part of ours. [Left to right: Carlos, Mow, Moi, Cindy, Aprili and Dawn.] I wish I sang louder. You can’t hear me. Or maybe that’s good. [flashvideo filename=wp-content/video/t-anthem.flv image=wp-content/video/t-anthem.jpg /] [Movie by Ryan] And here […]
Read moreLife is But a Bunch of Bullet Points
The day before yesterday in class I got to be a pronoun. I was a mischievous and bad pronoun, running around to places that no decent pronoun should go. Yesterday it snowed big flakes but just for an hour or two. Yesterday in Kiswahili class we joined arms and practiced the Tanzanian national anthem. At 8:00 this morning I was almost late to class because of scraping ice off the car windows. I’m wearing long […]
Read moreBrown Like a Cougar’s Tail
Last night I went to our MAT Thanksgiving celebration that Sarah and Christine grandly staged. Moloko (from South Africa) was talking to Logan (militantly from Putney, VT, who’s doing his internship in SA). Moloko to Logan: You’re so handsome. You’re going to come home with a South African wife. Me: But he’s so white. Logan: I’m darker than you are. Moloko: You’re not white. This paper is white. Me: Logan, you’re pinky-yellow. Logan: I’m darker […]
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