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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Being of a trusting, if not to say gullible, nature, I finished uploading my Louisiana swamp photo onto this blog (I just came back from Louisiana) and then let A check email on my laptop. "You don't need to close anything! I'll just open a new tab."
I went downstairs to watch an episode of 30 Rock (it's so funny!) with the college kids and came back upstairs to see A sidling out of the room, looking shifty.
"You didn't!" I said.
But the deed was done.
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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.
Forgive me for laughing my ass off.
Posted by: Alison | 28 May 2008 at 22:19