Denmark, Copenhagen Seeing so much of the history of WWII, it is impossible for me not to think of the current WWIII. How apathetic we Americans are to the “conflict in the middle east,” - the convenient label placed on TV news graphics, a ceaseless and confounding stream of crying old women and bandaged babies. Decontextualized. I see the [...]
August 24th, 2006
Read...I’m standing in a tent labeled boyfriend.dk, which I think is intended for gay men who want to sign up for a Danish dating service. I’ve eaten, but my head is spinning so bad I might as well not have. Copenhagen, let’s review. Your stupid Copenhagen City hostel is covered in filth - lovely facilities, but the cheap [...]
August 16th, 2006
Read...Oh dear God. I love Norway. Imagine the joys upon seeing a clean shower. My last thirty six hours have consisted of: Waking up in Dublin Tuesday morning, rushing to the airport without a shower Waiting for a delayed plane for four hours Arriving in London, realizing there wasn’t time to get to our hostel Traveling via [...]
August 12th, 2006
Read...0:32 a.m. August 9, 2006. London Stansted Airport. They’re everywhere, the bodies. Huddled under signs. Draped across benches. Piled up in twos and threes along walkways. The lucky ones found bench seats without handles. The rest of us make do with the floor … the cold, hard, unforgiving faux-marble floors of London’s Stansted Airport. It’s half past midnight, [...]
August 9th, 2006
Read...Today I had lunch with a swan. There she sat, snugged into herself, along the banks of Canal Street, her feathers loose, like dander around her on the impossibly green grass. “Madam,” I said, tearing off a piece of my orange, “Would you care to join me?” “Merci,” said the swan - for she was a worldly swan [...]
August 7th, 2006
Read...DUBLIN, August 4 (well, technically at 4am, the 5th) I crack open the top of the Guinness can, and the widget bursts into action. It rockets to the top of the can, releasing nitrogen, creating a head of foam. It’s 4 a.m, I’m in Dublin, and the only place I could find a beer was in the [...]
August 5th, 2006
Read...London, August 3 Dear Children. Hello. Yes, Mama Laura is alive - at least for now. As I type, there is a young woman trying to delicately crawl into the bunkbed above me. Yes - I made it safely to London. It’s 1:36am local time, making it Thursday, August 3rd - we’ve been here about 12 hours. So [...]
August 3rd, 2006
Read...I’m sitting at Emory Clinic, waiting to go get my colposcopy, which despite talking about for the bulk of the day, I’ve let to learn how to pronounce. There’s wifi, which is good, since the magazine “Cure” with the feature article “Approaching Death: What Life Means At the End of Life” is not something I want [...]
August 1st, 2006
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