Gourds

Residue

People who live in glass houses can often be seen leaving them.

Abstract? No, Absurd.

© Photo NYC, October 2008 by LK

Please excuse the pause. I've been busy with cash acquisition: supplying Brazil with some formidable English speakers (a mathematics professor, a nanny and a priest), photographing hair models, and treading cautiously within a sea of Cyrillic.

Rest assured — life continues to amuse me. Like a pleasant game. For instance, yesterday:

Walking along Boylston, a major Boston thoroughfare, I caught the attention of two women flanking a prominently lettered sign denouncing "NON-THERAPEUTIC CIRCUMCISION" — in other words, defending the foreskin. They handed me a brochure. For a moment I wondered whether to use this as a conversation topic with one of my students. Gleefully, I imagined expanding the mathematics professor's mind with some new vocabulary:

sensitive
infection
to refuse

I refrained.

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While driving home from a late night of teaching, I literally found myself behind a traveling circus. A convoy of Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus caravans. And though my pace was significantly impeded, I found myself laughing aloud at being stuck within this cirque-themed metaphor. Kinda like being a present-day American, no?