C'est Nice

sup, fools?

in my ever fervent desire to apprise you of from whence i'm writing, i'm happy to report that i'm sitting in the fnac café once more, but this time legitimately, staring across Avenue Jean Medecin at Nice's Notre Dame church (maybe it's a cathedral, I'm never too sure about these things). It's nice, although the stone is very light colored and hasn't been cleaned in a while, so it looks pretty dirty. so it goes, I guess. Anyway, it's a nice spot here... well, was until they just put on some really shitty dance music. Christ. They've got nice big windows here and some interesting photos on the wall... it's a welcome change from the startling familiarity of the rendez-vous café over in the shopping mall. I know i've said it before, but c'est dûr, la vie. It's hard, this life.

The days have been pretty straightforward. I've been continuing with my MLK lesson for my students that I haven't had yet... some of them are into it, and some of them could care less, and them I'd like to thwap whup-side the head. But that's another matter. One person I would like to thwap is President Bush, who has a story in the NYT today talking about how he's commemorating MLK, and I'm thinking, damn, it sucks to be dead. If MLK was alive, I don't doubt that he'd be tearing Bush a new one. But he's not, and so Bush gets to stick his hand up the icon's ass and say naff things like "we're both religious men." Sure, that may be right, but me and Lance Armstrong both know how to ride bikes, yet I'm not going to make any comparisons between the two of us. Anyway...

Oh, so, I got an e-mail from my dad today saying that my mom broke her leg by skiing into a tree. Besides feeling completely justified in my refusal ever to ski, it's weird being over here during such a moment of family need, which doesn't really make sense since this was basically the same thing that happened this summer to my dad, when he tore his achilles. Anyway... I guess all that means is that they're primed to handle such a situation. Bernie and Anna and my cousin Josh are holding down the fort in New York, while my dad is keeping my mom company in a hospital up in the Berkshires. I guess that's one of those "in sickness and in health" moments for them. Isn't that cute.

All right, well, I'm falling asleep, which isn't a terribly appropriate thing to do in public, so I better check out. Hope all is well, and don't go skiing into any trees, folks.