If I lived in Greece, here's how it happened
On this cool November evening, as I sit with baited breath, only hours from being granted the privilege to see Borat (provided I can emerge unscathed from the riotous streets of anti-America Athens*), I find myself strangely calm. Is it because I am among the less than half of our group that didn't get the stomach virus during our last trip? Is it because my head weighs about 13 pounds less (yes, I finally got a haircut)? Or is it because our justice system is about get the atomic wedgie it so fully deserves?
I can't really decide, but for the first time in my life, I'm finally seeing things clearly. Allow me to share some of the conclusions that most justify my 25 year pilgrimage through the fog of uncertainty.
First, gelaterias are awesome. If you have one, go at least every day, and you will find yourself both happier and healthier. If you don't, please move to Philadelphia, Nafplio, Italy, or some other paradise of frozen joy.
Second, Corinth is the worst city in Greece. Worse than Thebes, which I actually liked (I mean, it has a place called Club Sin, for Pete's sake!). To elaborate, there's nowhere to eat except fast food, this place called "Licks" had mosquitos in the wine, said that they were from the wineskins and there was nothing they could do about it, claimed that the tap water would give you cancer, and didn't have an sandwich on the menu called "My Ballz." Other drawbacks: only one pedestrian street, liars working at the periptero's, and...
[My thought process just got interrupted by the meeting that I'm ignoring]
Moving on. Third, one's destination should always be something worth looking forward to. Seriously. So often, such pithy sayings are passed over because of their triteness, but sometimes I wonder why they aren't more central motivations in people's lives. [I know, my bourgeois American background is betrayed. How dare I?]
Fourth, just because you're 70 years old and have lived in England for 30 years, doesn't mean you can't freestyle and criticize other people's lines. As I learned from the brilliant Margo Camp several evenings ago, when I was unable to satisfactorily rhyme with "Panayia Field."
I think four is enough. In other news, I'm going to Munich tomorrow, which should provide fodder for another blog (and hopefully one in song). I have pictures from my last trip, but I will probably not post them for a while. I also realize that this page is sadly decrepit in the category of visual images, and I vow to remedy this soon. Patience, fair reader! Finally, the Steelers won last week, which was just great.
*today is the anniversary of when the Greeks overthrew the military junta installed by the American government to make sure that Communism didn't happen here. In commemoration of this, there are usually protests that tend to get out of hand, especially downtown and at the embassy, and apparently at least one person dies each year. Good stuff.
I can't really decide, but for the first time in my life, I'm finally seeing things clearly. Allow me to share some of the conclusions that most justify my 25 year pilgrimage through the fog of uncertainty.
First, gelaterias are awesome. If you have one, go at least every day, and you will find yourself both happier and healthier. If you don't, please move to Philadelphia, Nafplio, Italy, or some other paradise of frozen joy.
Second, Corinth is the worst city in Greece. Worse than Thebes, which I actually liked (I mean, it has a place called Club Sin, for Pete's sake!). To elaborate, there's nowhere to eat except fast food, this place called "Licks" had mosquitos in the wine, said that they were from the wineskins and there was nothing they could do about it, claimed that the tap water would give you cancer, and didn't have an sandwich on the menu called "My Ballz." Other drawbacks: only one pedestrian street, liars working at the periptero's, and...
[My thought process just got interrupted by the meeting that I'm ignoring]
Moving on. Third, one's destination should always be something worth looking forward to. Seriously. So often, such pithy sayings are passed over because of their triteness, but sometimes I wonder why they aren't more central motivations in people's lives. [I know, my bourgeois American background is betrayed. How dare I?]
Fourth, just because you're 70 years old and have lived in England for 30 years, doesn't mean you can't freestyle and criticize other people's lines. As I learned from the brilliant Margo Camp several evenings ago, when I was unable to satisfactorily rhyme with "Panayia Field."
I think four is enough. In other news, I'm going to Munich tomorrow, which should provide fodder for another blog (and hopefully one in song). I have pictures from my last trip, but I will probably not post them for a while. I also realize that this page is sadly decrepit in the category of visual images, and I vow to remedy this soon. Patience, fair reader! Finally, the Steelers won last week, which was just great.
*today is the anniversary of when the Greeks overthrew the military junta installed by the American government to make sure that Communism didn't happen here. In commemoration of this, there are usually protests that tend to get out of hand, especially downtown and at the embassy, and apparently at least one person dies each year. Good stuff.
posted by Jeremy LaBuff at 8:37 AM
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In other news, the Democrats are now the majority in Congress. :) Yay! That's almost as good as the Steelers winning and the Greeks overthrowing the Americans.
Here's hoping you were not the casualty in the uprisings!
Have fun in Munich, and if you don't post pictures soon, I might have to get crazzzzzy on you.
Not sure where to post this but I wanted to ask if anyone has heard of National Clicks?
Can someone help me find it?
Overheard some co-workers talking about it all week but didn't have time to ask so I thought I would post it here to see if someone could help me out.
Seems to be getting alot of buzz right now.
Thanks
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