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January 29, 200529 january 2005It’s four in the morning and I just can’t sleep. Last nite – which is rapidly becoming the nite before last – I went out with my language class to celebrate the course’s end. We spent a few hours at...Read this update January 26, 200526 january 2005Tonight I learned to play lacrosse. Natalie, Mariecarmen, Maria and I biked twenty minutes to the sports complex, where city teams can use public fields. All of these fields were uncharacteristically covered in snow, but no one seemed to mind....Read this update January 24, 200524 january 2005It’s 2:30 on a Monday afternoon. Hoske down the hall just woke up; he’s watching Robin Williams stand up on his laptop. I can’t hear the routine, but I can hear him break out laughing every 2 – 3 minutes....Read this update January 20, 200520 january 2005The first week was a week of disorientation. The second week was a week of exploration. The third week has been a week of working my ass off. My intensive Dutch class happens every weekday morning from nine until one....Read this update January 15, 2005pop quizit’s 2:30 a.m. and you’re sitting in a room in amsterdam with a guy cutting his sixth line of coke with a mastercard on an imposter delftware plate and a girl obsessively twisting her hair to the sounds of the...Read this update January 14, 200514 january 2005I got home ten minutes ago from five hours in a bar with a South African, a Russian (from Kazakstan), a Hungarian (who grew up in Transylvania), and a Peruvian. Then a Polish boy walked me home. Between the six...Read this update January 13, 200513 january 2005This week has brought lots of changes. For example, I am no longer the only person living at Plantage Muidergracht 20. I now share the six-story, fifty-flat building with Natalie from Venezuela and Hoske from Iceland. I don’t see them...Read this update January 11, 2005so, the toiletLet me start by saying that the Netherlands is, unquestionably, a nation of designers. More design hours have been invested in the average Dutch child’s sock than are spent in the design of a typical American art museum. This reality...Read this update January 10, 200510 january 2005My alarm – which is actually my cell phone, since I have no clock – goes off at 7:45: a synthesizer-swing melody that, when accompanied by the rattling of the vibrating phone on my night table, jolts me awake. Even...Read this update January 05, 20055 january 2005I sat down to write about the New Year’s Eve fireworks display, which was full of acrid smoke, falling debris, smashing bottles, and general merriment. I found it all delightful and also funny. These people are crazy! I was thinking...Read this update January 04, 20054 january 2005Well, you know what they say about the cycle of the years: Out like a lion, in like a bureaucratic nightmare. The fun of December 31 has past, and the reality of paperwork has arrived. Is there a country without...Read this update January 02, 20052 january 2005I’m sure that sooner or later I will stop waking up alert and ready to start my day at three a.m., but that time has not come yet. Take the normal jet lag, immediately follow it with an all night...Read this update January 01, 20051 january 2005So there I was riding sidesaddle on the back rack of Nikki’s bike, holding on to the seat for dear life as we careened down the wet street on the way to the windmill pub (yes, the windmill pub) for...Read this update |
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