My brain is a bit scrambled so I'm not even going to try to write anything vaguely elaborate. Instead, straight to the point for once: I have arrived safely in Brussels after the most uneventful trip ever (yay!) and am now at the good old homestead, relaxing and chatting with Dad, minutes away from sinking into a luxurious hot bath. It's good to be back.
I think it's fair to say that there's no love lost between the French and American peoples today. Forgotten are the close personal and political ties that bound the birth of these great Republics, or so it seems.
One can understand, I suppose, how the French would find it distasteful to fraternize with those war-mongering, culturally backwards hamburger-gobblers, and no one could possibly fault the Americans for sneering at that lot of artsy-fartsy surrender monkeys.
As an independent observer, entirely objective and without any personal stake in the matter (a native French speaker dating an American, I have *cough* no bias whatsoever *cough*) I feel obliged to point out that the two camps have far more in common than either would be comfortable admitting.
It would be heartwarming to be able to say that both are making equal gestures to bridge the distance between them, and it pains me to give less credit to the US considering their recent progress with socialized healthcare (can we do something about DADT next?) but this week the prize for effort must go to France.
As pointed out most recently by mysterious commenter Guff Guff, I haven't posted anything new here in over a month, and I've been pretty bad at returning emails too. What can I say? I've been socializing in real life (aka "meatspace"), believe it or not.
So, meet the gang!
Well, it's not so much a gang as a few very good friends, but there you go. Blame these folks for keeping me away from my computer! (or thank them, depending on your point of view)
With Sara and Edgardo relaxing with beer and pizza (homemade by Ed, who's a fabulous cook) and yes, Belgian chocolate (can you spot it in the photo?), after a hard day's work in the lab (*cough*).
With Jessica at a Bruins game -- Bruins being the much-loved Boston ice hockey team, named after their mascot, the brown bear. I forget who was the other team but we won 3-1. Check out the kid behind us; now
that's enthusiasm. But I have to agree with him, ice hockey is awesome! And FYI, black and yellow are the Bruins' team colors.