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the slow life

Monday, March 15th, 2010

Pacific island life is quite different from life elsewhere. Not much excitement. Actually zero excitement. The routine has not varied for the past 4 days: eat baguette for breakfast (French colonialism is delicious), spend an unknown amount of time staring at the sea, read, snorkel, read, stare at sea, eat lunch, [beer #1] read, hitch a ride to grocery store to buy more baguette, kayak, swim, [beer #2] read, [beer #3]eat an early dinner (more baguette), take refuge in bed (mosquito net), read, try to keep eyes open until acceptable bedtime (9:30). I don’t think I’ve ever spent so much time doing so little, Something tells me the next island on our itinerary will have a little more action. Japan ahoy!Pacific island life is quite different from life elsewhere. Not much excitement. Actually zero excitement. The routine has not varied for the past 4 days: eat baguette for breakfast (French colonialism is delicious), spend an unknown amount of time staring at the sea, read, snorkel, read, stare at sea, eat lunch, read, hitch a ride to grocery store to buy more baguette,kayak, swim, read, eat an early dinner (more baguette), watch the crabs (what are they scurrying around for? are they really using that coconut shell as a digging instrument?), take refuge in bed (mosquito net), read, try to keep eyes open until acceptable bedtime (9:30). I don’t think I’ve ever spent so much time doing so little, Something tells me the next island on our itinerary will have a little more action. Japan ahoy!

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Monday, April 6th, 2009

So I’m in the midst of an 11-day work-a-thon. It’s making me completely crazy. Up before dawn. Not to mention waaaay more responsibility than I prefer. No time for lunch (!). No days off.

The only thing keeping me going is the knowing that I get to spend Easter weekend in a sailboat on the Ijsselmeer. Doing nothing. Well, eating caviar and drinking like a sailor. And looking cute in my new rubber boots. Fantastic!

let ‘er rip

Wednesday, October 17th, 2007

Usually, clothing which has a brand name conspicuously displayed on it gets instantly disqualified. I find gratuitous branding to be annoying. I’m already paying to wear the brand, I don’t want to also be a walking advertisement. But sometimes (such as after spending weeks searching for the perfect winter jacket) it’s necessary to take action. To avoid having Bench. written in gigantic letters across the collar of my jacket, I spent an hour ripping stitches. Only a ghost of the former stitching remains on my newly decluttered jacket.

Or is it a coat? I’m still teaching an English course and my students were grilling me last night on the difference between jackets, coats and parkas. I declared it all to be subjective. Later in the class, they wanted to know the difference between drag queens, transvestites and transgendered people. And all I wanted to talk about was the difference between adjectives and adverbs!

Jumping back, the whole coat/jacket/parka purchase was necessary in the first place because it seems that my old winter jacket from Zara is not worth repairing. I took it to the seamstress and she said it will cost me 30 euros to fix the cheapo lining, plus she thinks the material is getting so thin that patching might be necessary within the next year. After five years, it needs to be retired, which seems like schade (a shame.) We live in a disposable culture where it makes more sense to throw away and buy a new version than to fix the old one.