Tagged With: Photos
Aftermath
Our house after New Year’s Eve, as viewed by: Prince Humperdink and Count Rugen Prince: Someone has been beaten by a bottle of rum. The loser ran off alone and the winner was put in the pantry without a lid. Rugen: Shall we track them both? Prince: The hangover is nothing. Only the bottle matters. … Continue reading
New photos
The last of the Europe photos are up. You can see the remaining London pics, our weekend in Oxford, and our time in NY with Dave. Also please enjoy these photos of last weekend’s little poolside gathering.
America plays the hits
We are at last back on American soil and American soil is suffering from 1000% humidity. New York is hot, loud, crowded, roachy and hideous but by god it’s home. Sort of. The Lad and I are both feeling dazed by the sheer Americanness of everything. “Our money is so BIG,” I say in wonder, … Continue reading
Fabulous, Harry, I love the feathers.
Got woken up at 9:30 today after going to bed at 5:00 a.m. Why at 5:00, you ask? Because Thomas and his flatmate and I were up until then downloading Disney songs and singing along. The Lad, who woke me up this morning talking to another flatmate and then came back to bed, said “When … Continue reading
“And you’re all so nice!” “That’s because you’re not Iraqi.”
“You’re American!” said Frederick’s friend Sofie. “Yes,” I said. “Sorry.” “All the Americans I meet are always apologizing,” she said in amazement. “Good,” I said. “Hey, how did you learn such good English?” “Well we get it in school,” she said, “but I also have watched a lot of Sally Jesse Raphael and Married With … Continue reading
Not a story about bikes
While traveling I love just everyone, and have even developed a beautiful friendship with Allen’s mice, Hank and Gwen. We can tell them apart because Gwen, fortunately, wears a small bow around one ear. Although sometimes Hank puts it on instead, the little scamp. They live in the kitchen and get into everything except the … Continue reading
But it was Anglican, not Catholic
Some moms might worry, when a daughter goes off to foreign parts with her young man, that the daughter might turn to excessive drug use or weird French sexual practices or, you know, come home with a shaved head. THE Moms, however, knows that she doesn’t have to worry about those things (anymore) with me. … Continue reading
The Pig Rating: Philadelphia
Final photos from Philly are here. Yesterday when Kim went to her lab, the Lad and I went to see Why We Fight, which is a documentary about the military industrial complex. It was a fantastic documentary about all the ways the American people are tricked into warmongering, but you know what you don’t want … Continue reading
Photos
Our first pictures are up here. Note that I did the captions, although I skipped the first couple of pages mostly. How many things can you really say about air travel pictures? Not many.
Appetizers and a silly hat
My folks threw me a graduation ceremony last night. It was frequently referred to as a fake ceremony, but since it focused entirely on me instead of a class of hundreds, I felt it was pretty realistic and merely prefaced the way that the world will no doubt focus on me me me from now … Continue reading