(The title is just something I have adopted, after hearing a student say it. He wanted to say “it’s no big deal,” and so he translated the French “c’est pas grave” literally. I love it.)
So Joe and I spent a lovely weekend in Alsace, being wined and dined and chauffeured all around. […]
Happy birthday, Joe! Even though you weren’t surprised by the party, I hope you were surprised by the cake.
Things I Have Told Joe He Will Receive for His Birthday (Which Are Not True)
(1) Nothing. (The most metal gift of all.)
(2) The Solomonic Gold.
(3) A day in the recording studio, featuring T-Pain, forthcoming album to be titled Hurban Legends.
(4) A Nintendo 64.
Oft-repeated Phrases in the Silver Tapley/Yeager household
(1) “featuring T-pain”
(2) “too hot to walk” […]
Here is a very dramatic photo of Joe carving his first turkey. I didn’t partake, but I hear it was lovely. Thanksgiving was a brilliant success. There was even a moment in the middle of the day when the delicious smell emanating from our kitchen overpowered the stale, acrid funk of Creepy […]
That is how one of my students appraised my French today. I thought about explaining to them that in America, 15/20 is not a good grade, but it wasn’t worth the effort. Besides which, I barely deserve a 15 these days. I’m sorry about the lack of posts–I feel obligated to write […]
Our first night in Arles we ate in a restaurant called Au Brin de Thym (At the sprig of thyme, or something). I started a several-night-long streak of ordering salade de chèvre chaud as an appetizer, for which I was mocked mercilessly by a traveling companion who shall remain nameless. He ordered a […]
Moustiers Ste Marie is a little village of about 600 people in the département called “Les Alpes de Haut Provence.” About 500 of those people run souvenir shops, and the other 100 run hotels and restaurants, giving Moustiers just a little, tiny bit of a touristy feel. Of course, the reason tourists go […]
I loved Marseille immediately. We arrived on a warm, sunny Saturday afternoon, so of course the French were out doing what they do best, i.e. protesting. We walked from the train station to our hotel on the coast, schlepping all of our baggage alongside a huge crowd of men chanting in Turkish and […]
We’re back. Even after two whole days of laying around our apartment, I still haven’t managed to write about the vacation or upload all of my photos. However, some of the photos are online, so for now I offer you my flickr and Joe’s flickr. Enjoy.
And before I go to bed on […]
by Charles Darwin Joe Yeager
I have uncovered the true and sinister purpose behind the foreign teaching assistant program here in France. I present it now to you in its entirety, or at least what elements I have been able to discover. Even more disturbing truths may still be hidden.