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English Teacher Psychiatry

People are more willing to talk personally when it’s not in their native language. I’ve rested my posterior on soft-backed chairs in stuffy boardrooms all over this city. I’ve tasted what brown swill they’ve called coffee and asked generic questions like, “What kinds of projects have you been working on?” and “Oh, could you tell me more about that?” I’ve listened and nodded where…

Week 01: Book Log

One of my goals for 2015 is to read 52 novels by the end of the year. It’s common in this country to organize a schedule by weeks instead of months, and now that week one, short though it was, has ended, we can see how well we’ve fared so far. Books: Title: Blood Meridian Author: Cormac McCarthy Status: Currently at 40% This…

2015

The year: 2015. The place: Earth. I’m making plans, big and small. Let’s review: 1. Most importantly, the baby is coming. This was the last Christmas with just the two of us. I don’t want to be one of those people who only talks about his reproductive abilities (see just about every person my age on facebook if you want that), so that’s…

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and feel crummy!

“The future’s got me worried, such awful thoughts. My head’s a carousel of pictures. The spinning never stops.” – “Nothing Gets Crossed Out,” Bright Eyes We went to see Interstellar on Monday, and it’s gotten me thinking about where we come from and where we’re going. The movie itself was kind of bad. I liked it more than I didn’t, but they could…

Tell the truth

I’ve had a tough couple weeks, and it’s gotten me thinking about the three worst days of my life, those days that couldn’t be contained by a mere 24 hours and stretched to weeks and months. They’ve averaged about one a decade–the first in the early 90s, the middle in the mid aughts, and the last just a couple years ago. I…

On Making Friends

I’ve got something to say, but it keeps getting stuck in my throat. […] I don’t know what I’m worried about. No one in the world reads this besides me. […] Here’s what happened: Saturday was cold, hovering a degree or two above freezing. The typical greyness of west German winter had just rolled in, and tourists from the width and breadth…

Drudgery

I want to complain about the cost of healthcare in Germany, the isolation, the irritation, but I don’t have the energy. I’ll try to tell the truth. Today I met a group of my students who’ve been preparing to take a big test. We gathered at the city center to talk before they had to sit down with interviewers and launch into heavy discussions on the merit…