Mar 27 2010

Have You Ever Wanted To Do This?

This picture was taken around July 12th 2009.
I wish I could do it again. Soon. Craving the sun. California = sunny = big fat myth.
This picture was sent via email to some friends along with the following email:

  • the picture below—i just had to share. I had to text and find out what the heck these thingys are called even though i had seen them for ages in kansas and california and so many other places  (thanks melissa for texting me back and letting me know what they are called—a HAY BALE!). well, this picture was taken a few days ago in south dakota….near chamberlin….in route to one of the native american reservations.
  • i begged mama to let me climb one. because i had always wondered what it would be like to roll on one…and well…let me tell you it was NOT an easy task to climb on it. THEY LOOK SMALL FROM AFAR BUT THEY ARE AS TALL AS ME!!!!
  • we had to dig out a suit case from the trunk of my car to climb this and even then it took a lot of my upper body strength and THEN i had to endure nicks and cuts and scraps…but i did and i tell you…..i was SOOOO HAPPY! it was the best. i could have laid on that thing under the sun for a long time!!!! on the small highway next to us, people were honking on by—which reaffirmed they too had thought about doing this at some point!

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Dec 23 2009

Permanent Visitor

En route from Jo’burg to LA with a two day stay in beloved NYC, so technically from NYC to LA, I picked up the Christmas Edition of The Economist. Outstanding variety of topics. This one stayed with me probably because the timing was, personally, too appropriate!

Beware, then: however well you carry it off, however much you enjoy it, there is a dangerous undertow to being a foreigner, even a genteel foreigner. Somewhere at the back of it all lurks homesickness, which metastasises over time into its incurable variant, nostalgia. And nostalgia has much in common with the Freudian idea of melancholia—a continuing, debilitating sense of loss, somewhere within which lies anger at the thing lost. It is not the possibility of returning home which feeds nostalgia, but the impossibility of it.

But we cannot expect to have it all ways. Life is full of choices, and to choose one thing is to forgo another. The dilemma of foreignness comes down to one of liberty versus fraternity—the pleasures of freedom versus the pleasures of belonging. The homebody chooses the pleasures of belonging. The foreigner chooses the pleasures of freedom, and the pains that go with them.

The rest of the original article is no longer available for free, which is a shame. However, comments to the original article can be found here:  Being Foreign. The Others:  It is becoming both easier and more difficult to experience the thrill of being an outsider.