by Adam | Sunday 26 August 2007
Spoiler Alert: The end of this post contains the first two sentences of my forthcoming book about racist warlocks. Should you be a warlock purist, I strongly urge you not to read the last section of this post. I...
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by Adam | Saturday 25 August 2007
A man doesn't have time in his life to have time for everything. He doesn't have seasons enough to have a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes Was wrong about that. | Yehuda Amichai | My house here is covered in...
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by Adam | Friday 24 August 2007
I am at an artists' enclave in the South of France, where as a community, you'd figure there'd be some love. (And don't get me wrong there has been some). Unfortunately, somebody's been drinking some haterade. And anti-American haterade at...
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by Adam | Friday 17 August 2007
I may or may not have almost been thrown out of here for screaming "BIJOU!" I knew that I had successfully left Paris when strangers started to speak to me on the trains and buses. I met a very...
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by Adam | Monday 13 August 2007
After being surrounded by billions of people at the museum, this was easily the highlight of my day and my last night in Paris. After dinner in Montparnasse, I walked down Rue Emile Richard which divides the cemetary in...
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by Adam | Monday 13 August 2007
I was dressed in rags before I came through your open door, as Elijah was, and you met me inside, luring me to wine at the family table filled with endlessness. The erasure marks of moderation, of portents, there upon...
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by Adam | Monday 13 August 2007
At the risk of offending someone's artistic sensibilities, I took pictures of some of my favorites at the Musee d'Orsay: (I've also put to use my amateur deconstruction and analysis skills to make the art banal for everyone else. Enjoy!)...
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by Adam | Sunday 12 August 2007
Artistic/symbolic blurriness or low battery? You decide. I napped and "worked" until 10:30 on Saturday night, showered and made it to Montmartre at midnight. For those unfamiliar, Montmartre is on the far northern end of Paris (I think), on...
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by Adam | Sunday 12 August 2007
Trying to look as French as possible here. Champs Elysees: Part One One day when I'm traveling dishonestly, I will wake up early (or stay out all night) so that I can walk the Champs Elysees when it's empty...
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by Adam | Sunday 12 August 2007
Only the French (and Tony Parker) would place this backdrop for a basketball court. Inspired by the stories of French apostasy at the Jewish Museum of Art and History, I decided that I would break all the Shabbas laws...
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by Adam | Saturday 11 August 2007
I woke in a panic as I had missed free breakfast at the hotel and had overslept to counterbalance the difference between my intended and actual bedtimes. I was due uptown (which is a totally inaccurate but wholly-of-habit term) in...
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by Adam | Friday 10 August 2007
I am sitting at my hotel desk in beautiful Paris, The City of Lights, gazing longingly out the window at the clothesline of my fat French neighbor across the way whose underpants (and the subsequent holes in them) are bigger...
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by Adam | Thursday 9 August 2007
Author's note: I got progressively drunker as this post was written and though I planned to edit it, I thought I would be robbing you of my precious integrity if I were to change any of the wacky, Freudian things...
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by Adam | Tuesday 7 August 2007
After 1200 miles and 11 states, you have no idea what a beignet can actually mean. Crossing Lake Ponchartrain was a highlight of the trek. Something inherently redemptive about a first sojourn to New Orleans since the deluge. But...
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by Adam | Sunday 5 August 2007
Baseball in America is alive and well in Alabama. Or maybe America in baseball is alive and well in Alabama, where outside of Birmingham, our national pastime still thrills, if only as sideshow to a more salient national pastime,...
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by Adam | Saturday 4 August 2007
Official press credentials. A view from the press box. Barons locker room where the non-human-growth-hormone magic happens. This is NOT what a baseball dugout should look like. Midnight moon and dugout lights from the pitchers mound....
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by Adam | Friday 3 August 2007
Waffle House is, at the exact same time, an unabashed and guilty pleasure of mine. It's a difficult paradox to explain, but I will try my best (especially for Northeast and West Coast readers). Three hours past Washington, D.C.,...
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