observations

i pull up behind an infiniti with a number plate that goes, oommmmm. hmmmmm. it would be nice to have a wittily personalized number plate, i sometimes think, except that it would also be so typically and effusively american.

then i see a chunky pink gentleman arrayed in full suit outside the supermarket. rather like what a middle-aged bertie wooster might have looked, perhaps. in the summer! of course i feel much more appropriately dressed in my barely there stuff and proceed to sneeze my way through grocery shopping.

J2 comes home from family life ed having sat through the screening of a labor video and pronounces it disturbing. what do you mean, i ask. did you find it frightening, or ugly, or vicariously painful, or what? disturbing is so typically and euphemistically american.

to set things straight. i love that we are in the u.s. and that we have the opportunities that we do. certainly school agrees with the J's a lot better and is a lot more forgiving than in sgp. i love that the pace is gentler and smiles are a lot more ready and it's easier to switch lanes. i spell american these days. sometimes i am amused at the flip side of american enthusiasm, that's all.