ùhello from ùmontreal!
ùièm typing this on a french keyboard! ùin a city that speaks french! As you can see, there are some differences…like, ùi have no idea why this keyboard (which looks very different from my american one) is putting weird letters in places ùi donèt want them to be! But ùièm keeping it like this so you can feel a little of the displacement that ùi do right at this moment!
ùi flew into Rhode ùisland and quickly drove through ùnew England, stopping to spend the night with friends last night, eventually ending up here in ùmontreal. We were detained a bit at the border into Canada…ùi was driving and as soon as the Canadian guard at the border started questioning me about my visit to Canada ùi panicked and got all freaked out. I always feel guilty by implication (and the way he was looking at me I knew he thought i was up to something or trying to hid something!!! ùi just knew it!) and was ready to confess that ùi did whatever it was he thought I;d done…in the pantry with a wrench. So…yeah…ùi thought he thought ùi was guilty so ùi got all guilty looking which made him suspect ùi was guilty. ùit doesnèt help that ùi get very forgetful when ùi get nervous, so when he asked :have you ever been to Canada; and I say no, and then later remember that yes ùi actually HAVE been to Canada and so then say ;actually ùi HAVE been to Canada;, they get a bit curious as to why my story keeps changing. They donèt believe that anyone can really be my particular kind of stupid in these kinds of situations, and suspect some subterfuge is going on. So. They searched the car and interrogated us some more before letting us go.
ùoh, and also, ùi got pulled over in New Hampshire (again! for the 17th time) and thought my perfect traffic record was screwed. But interestingly enough, my particular kind of stupid in THAT situation always works like a charm and I just got a warning (again). Yeah, y.all!
Damn, itès hard to type English on a French keyboard! But hello to my high school and college french lessons…ùi figured that .nouvelle fenetre. was ;new window; and opened up another website on the internet. now if those classes would only have taught me how to type on a french computer!
pictures and interesting stories to come later, after i,ve had some rest, some food, and some time to take photographs of the cutest little robot anywhere.
I;m so excited for Robot Heart Stories to kick off tomorrow! Itès being debuted here at the ùmontreal :Festival du nouveau cinema; which is where ùièm blogging from. Soon i will head out into the big city and start asking for the only thing i can cobble together from my rusty french…some delicious cheese and a coat to eat at the library, please.
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