Archive December 2009

Time, inflation, and the future 1

Dear Bradshaw,

I’ve been thinking lately and have come to the conclusion that, to the best of my knowledge, you live only once. And, well, the thing is, if this is my only shot, my only chance at being a big cheese, I’d like to be a millionaire. I don’t mean forever, mind you, I’d just like to try it out for a bit, like trying on a pair of designer jeans to see how I look even though I know I could never afford them. continue reading »

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“I think to assume a cough.” 0

Dear Bradshaw,

Good times at work, buddy. The adventure continues. Just the other day, when I asked one of my students if he was going to spend the holidays with his family in Milan, he said, “Yes, for Christmas and Happy New Year.” Meanwhile, about a month ago, while one of my students was telling me a story about how he’d been the victim of his girlfriend’s rage, reenacting the argument, he pointed to his chest and said, “Because I?” (Instead of “Why me?”) Another time, I asked a student to translate a sentence from Italian to English, and he said, “If the airplane up get late, I’ll call you.” When I told him his translation for decollare (which in English is ‘to take off’) was wrong, he said, “How kind of verb am I use to decollare?” continue reading »

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The middle, mind you 0

Dear Bradshaw,

While on my way to the metro this morning, I saw an old man struggling to remove the plastic wrapper of his new pack of cigarettes. After yanking it off, he tossed the wrapper on the ground and continued along the sidewalk as if the only thing that mattered was where he was going. No more than a minute later, a lady walking ahead of me fished a soiled tissue out of her jacket pocket and then dumped it on the ground — get this — two steps away from a trashcan. As if that wasn’t enough, immediately after, a middle-aged man with leathery skin chucked a half-smoked cigarette on the ground and then descended the stairs to the metro, exhaling a cloud of smoke on the way. On top of all this, two days ago I saw a kid spit a wad of gum into the middle of the sidewalk (the middle, mind you) and then check the time on his cell phone as if the dirty deed had been scheduled. continue reading »

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Getting older, not younger 0

Dear Bradshaw,

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† While jumping rope the other morning, ten seconds into it, my head starting pounding as if my brain was knocking around inside my skull. Like a slow, hard rain it beat against my forehead and temples. On one hand, the idea of my brain bouncing might seem silly, but on the other hand, well… after all, I was jumping up and down, wasn’t I? continue reading »

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