June 2008 Archives
- June 29, 2008: Language Lessons || No. of Comments: 1
At the Montreal Botanical Gardens today, somewhere between the Japanese gardens and the arboretum, I nodded and said bonjour to some strangers passing by. Adam looked at me and said, “Bonjour. The r is more throaty, back here.” He touched his tonsils. “Bon joughh. Can you do that?” “Bon joughh,” I said with a little phlegm at the end. “Bon joughh,” Adam said again. “Bon joughh,” I repeated. “Bon joughh. Bon jougGhGh. Bon joughhghGHGHG.” I practically hacked up a lung with a deep, guttural sound. Ducks swimming in the pond flew away in fright. Clearly I was taking it…
- June 28, 2008: Hello from Montreal! || No. of Comments: 2
On Thursday Adam and I flew into Toronto, where Adrian and Justin were waiting in their Dodge Caravan to pick us up after their long drive from Minneapolis. We headed from there to Jose’s apartment, and the next day (after a fun time at Madonnarama — all Madonna all night!), the five of us hit the road for Montreal. It’s been two years since my last visit to Canada. The last time I was dating Greg, Jose was single, and we were here for a quick weekend softball tournament. Now I’m single and Jose has a boyfriend, Matan. Unfortunately,…
- June 6, 2008: My Life || No. of Comments: 1
This is what my days have become: Meetings, meetings, meetings. Often two or three at a time, forcing me to choose one and play catch up to learn what happened in the other. When do I actually get work done? I don’t know, really. In brief moments stolen between meetings, over lunch at my desk, on my couch at home with a nightcap in one hand and a laptop in the other. At least it’s color-coded nicely, don’t you think? It’s the color palette of my life. Blue are meetings I’ve setup, yellow are recurring meetings, white are random meetings,…
- June 1, 2008: The North Shore || No. of Comments: 5
This weekend my friend Matt and I drove up to Lake Superior’s North Shore — about three hours out of the city — for a few days of camping. We backpacked half a mile to our campsite, and it was well worth every straining muscle. The clear waters of Lake Superior surrounded our cliff on three sides. We built a fire and the sound of the crackling wood mixed beautifully with the waves hitting the rocks below us. During the day we intermingled hiking with napping wherever we found a spot with a good view. Today, when the sun…
