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A friend of a friend in Paris adores ballet, which it turns out has perks. … [Read more...] about The Three Minute Cry

"It doesn't really matter where we go, we can just pick a trail, buy a map, and do whatever we want." … [Read more...] about Le Trail des Reculées, Clueless

Chère Maman, Je vais essayer d'écrire en français parce que -- comme j'espère que tu sais -- je suis à l'école à Paris pour améliorer mon français. … [Read more...] about From Paris, With Love

I am a very occasional poet. The urge, the wisp of an idea for a poem, wafts by once every three years and it's hit or miss whether I bother to write it down. … [Read more...] about Solving the Rubik’s Poem

Several weeks ago I went to a photography exhibit consisting solely of photographs of hammers. … [Read more...] about Art, Hammered

 Let's just go ahead and call this week's blog a failure. … [Read more...] about Well That Was Weird