Un peu de cultura

Watch this movie. It's in Portuguese but it has English subtitles.

Watch this movie. It's in French but it has English subtitles as well. Stick it out until the end. It's not about an affair we promise (The only thing worse than Hollywood is Le Hollywood Francais). They'll do anything to sell you a movie.

Both of these movies were in the "International" section of Blockbuster. Be careful in that area, there are likely some French movies that ARE about affairs. Probably all of them.
Shameless Frenchies.

For those who may not know, Josh and I are moving. Where? Three hints:












































Still haven't guessed?









What do Sam ______, excessively large cowboy boots, and Whitney _______ have in common?
That's right...Houston. We're moving to Houston, Texas. In May, just as the heat of hell settles in. We are moving to the land of bbq, and big things.
The reason for this drastic move from the lovely mountains of Utah to heat-blazen, hurricane-frequented Texas: I'll be student teaching in the Aldine School District, and Josh will be working a big man's job...the kind that comes after graduate school. We are up for some serious adventures, and growing more excited everyday. More to come...

What are you looking at?

These are my boots.
With these green monsters I can wear my sneakers inside the rubber exterior without fear of getting wet. In them I am a Clydesdale. While others tip-toe around slushy puddles I slosh straight through. While others desperately look for footprints that have already been made, I make my own like King Winceslas of old.
But people stare.
In another time their stare might have been deemed a gesture of awe or reverence as they approached, offering up their soggy shoes as an effigy to me, the patron saint of functional winter footwear. Alas, we live in an age of heretics.
They try to hide it but by the time they have broken the tractor-beam attraction of my boots I'm on to them. I just don't see what the big deal is.
It's not like I look like the scary old man from Home Alone who ends up being nice and hits the robbers over the head with a shovel thus saving Kevin.
It's not like I could pass for some lesser-known brother of the world famous Super Mario Brothers who unlike his brothers actually spends his time plumbing and not saving bratty princesses from King Koopa and his minions.
I am a man not a sideshow.
If you're going to stare at least pay me the respect of congratulating me for being brave enough to wear such things in this impractical, fashion-crazed world.