by Harvey Mudd | Dec 10, 2013 | Paris is the World
On my first day back in the city after a spell in the US, I needed to take care of some banking business. French banking is bizarrely awkward. The place is over-banked, a bank on every corner it seems, but one cannot go to just any branch of your bank and, with the...
by Harvey Mudd | Nov 29, 2013 | Paris is the World
AMERICA HEALTH CARE FOLLIES With my finger tip, I could feel something on my back, but I couldn’t see it. Since I had been out in the garden, in an area of New England where Lyme Disease is an issue, I thought that might be a tick. I had no friends around, so went to...
by Harvey Mudd | Sep 3, 2013 | Paris is the World
Forty years ago, when I still lived in the United States, I had a vegetable garden. I lived in the sun. I dug in the dirt and grew squash, sweet corn, tomatoes, lettuce, and peppers. Both the labor and the product gave me great pleasure. Every morning I went out to...
by Harvey Mudd | Aug 29, 2013 | Paris is the World
I am in the process of excavating the social, historical and architectural terrain where I live. I go to a different area of the city once a week, or more often if my other tasks release me. I use Metro stops as my landmarks, much the way a geologist might use an...
by Harvey Mudd | Aug 22, 2013 | Paris is the World
Paris giveth and Paris taketh away. It dazzles and disillusions, pleases and disgusts. Beauty and filth. Not, of course, a tension unique to Paris, one found in all great cities, but Paris is where the world and I rub shoulders. I’d arranged to meet my daughter...
by Harvey Mudd | Aug 11, 2013 | Paris is the World
Paris, 10 August 2011 The day dawned fair, first good day in weeks. The white lines left by airplanes , like chalk marks, crisscrossed the perfect blue of Parisian sky. I would go, in the afternoon, after some writing done, to the great western forest, the Bois de...
