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Tag: Culture

The Duck Flies at Midnight

This morning, as I prepared my cup of Pu'erh tea, I had an ominous feeling of the microwave's eye following me around the room. I thought Juno had a handle on all the moles around our house. "The duck flies at midnight," I whispered to the microwave. No response. Maybe I should have said, "Hi […]

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Family Day

Family Day Hike with Mr. Wild Dingo, the cracker & the criminal! 217/365 Family Day, a Sunday tradition we started while living in Switzerland. On Sundays in Switzerland, everything is shut down and you aren't allowed to make noise or run power tools.

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No Ordinary Time

This time, I was on a mission: shoot the clock at the Musée d'Orsay in ways its never been shot before. I didn't use a camera filter, but I did use a filter in the environment of the museum itself. And it was a complete mind-frack for the passing people. They looked at me as if I was crazy. Then, they […]

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Miserable in Paris

I know what you're thinking. How can anyone be miserable in Paris? I assure you, it is possible.

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Attention aux Hérissons!

While snacking on Chiendent, sometimes Loki and Juno will make a new friend they finding hiding in it. Like this fella: Harry Hérisson. Juno found Harry and I quickly called her off. She and Loki politely obeyed and left little Harry alone. Les Hérisson (hedgehogs) are common in Switzerland. I don't know much about the hedgehog so I […]

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Chiendent

While we're on the subject of my faux-paws, I thought I'd add another. In May, I posted about an Alpine herbal plant called Dent de Chien. I tried to research an entirely different grass called Chiendent because our walking friend Sylvie with her dog Mona, mentioned it often on our walks. But all my Internet […]

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Stuck in the '80's

"Nice Tuff-Skins little fella," snorts Juno.

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Holy Cow

So here I was, Thursday afternoon, Ascension Day, where everyone is off in Switzerland, riding my bike through Bière on my way to Rolle, when I noticed a large field of cows wearing unusually large bells and making a large racket. Naturally, I stopped.  It looked a lot like The Fête Desalps, a celebration that happens […]

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Who is Savadear?

"Who is this Savadear I keep hearing about?" Two years ago, Mr Wild Dingo whispered that very question, which had been burning in his mind for too long, to a Francophone at work. Bemused, the Francophone laughed. "Not 'Savadear,'  'Ça veut dire,'" he replied.  The expression literally translates as "it wants to say" but actually means "it means."

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Creative Suffering

I looked like the total American trying to walk into a Coop Supermarket on Thursday evening at 5:30 p.m. Nothing was open. I should have known better. It was Holy Thursday. Switzerland basically shuts almost down everything from Thursday night to Tuesday morning. So if you're out of milk, you almost have to suffer for 4 […]

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