The emigrant's destiny: The foreign country has not become home, but home has become foreign.
--Alfred Polger (d. 1955), Der Emigrant und die Heimat
Emigranten-Schicksal: Die Fremde ist nicht Heimat geworden. Aber die Heimat Fremde.
Between 2007 and 2009, I lived in Los Angeles after living in Paris for many years. My Paris blog (before and after my Los Angeles sojourn) is Rue Rude.
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Flying into Los Angeles always reminds me of this verse from Isaiah 5:8:
Woe unto them that join house to house, that lay field to field, till there be no place, that they may be placed alone in the midst of the earth!
When I got home, it was raining. D opened the door to help bring in my suitcase. He was soaking wet and splattered with mud from head to toe. "I went mountain biking. I ran into Kevin Bacon and Brooke Shields."
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In Paris, the purest virtue is the object of the filthiest slander.
–Honoré Balzac (1799-1850), in Scènes de la vie privée
À Paris, la vertu la plus pure est l'objet des plus sales calomnies.
Annual Geminids meteor shower (shooting stars!) coming this weekend, if it's not too cloudy out at night.
I have been wondering how you are bearing up in light of the vapidity and degradation of the "common culture" LA offers, compared to that of Paris. It seems so depressing to me, that obliviousness and lack of depth that is the mindset of the LA world. Hey, I'm American, so I can say it! How I long for an educated and informed populace...
Posted by: Jadie | 24 September 2007 at 18:44