sitting out in the balcony of the beautiful liepig hotel in frankfurt. life feels slower, everything i've seen or touched since landinghas been so aesthetically pleasing. olive bread, soft round wine, the double doors to my hotel room, the breakfast table with two tulips and an anthurium, the safe inside my closet, the tiles in the bathroom. why do we north americans scramble so hard? for what?
prepping a talk and reading. i've been hanging out with daniel drache and ingrid markus, both of whom i've just met, and both of whom are political science people from york and brock respectively. lots of common concerns and disciplinary differences. i'm always searching for another english. another fishspeak.