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Unreasonable passion, irrational exuberance

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A Tale of Two Fishies

Daniel Yudkin

Yesterday I went FISHING.  That’s right, FISHING—in the baddest-ass, most old-school sense of the word.  Picture a wooden canoe-shaped boat called a dory floating half a mile out in the lagoon, a hunk of fresh-caught sardine hanging from a large hook, the setting tropical sun muted by the distant haze, and you will only begin to understand the perfection of the adventure.

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Nicaragua a million, but Daniel, 1

Daniel Yudkin

OK, I'm not one to brag (total lie) but right now I have to tweet my own whistle a little bit  and show you guys how massively and astoundingly successful my "soccer field in town" campaign has been.  All of a sudden I find myself in the totally unexpected, completely new, and fairly uncomfortable position of soccer coach for a good portion of the town's 12-16-year-old population.  It's great! Whenever I feel like I have the emotional reserves necessary to effectively handle 20-30 energy-sappin', authority-sneerin', vocal-chord testin' teenagers, I simply throw a whistle around my neck, strap on my Adidas, and stand out in the middle of the field with a soccer ball between my legs.

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I'm Ashamed

Daniel Yudkin

I'm ashamed.  I'm embarrassed.  I've been suckered in and now there's no escape.  I find myself acting in ways deeply incongruous with my upbringing and personal life philosophy, and there's nothing I can do about it.  I partly blame this damn city, for casting this illusion of beauty over even the most unexpected things, and partly for my own attraction to glitter and shininess.

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Spit, spat, sput

Daniel Yudkin

Someone spat at me today.  It was my first time—and it wasn’t that bad!  Word is the pleasure only increases with time.  I decided it’s a pretty effective means of communication: the guy hardly said a word and yet his feelings were somehow very clearly conveyed.

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It's a love/hate relationship

Daniel Yudkin

Judging by Deedlometer tallies it appears that everyone loves it when bad stuff happens to me (thrown water-bottles, punches, spits, etc.).  So you readers may be thrilled to hear about yet another hardship I have undergone for the sake of maximizing the French cultural experience.  No, I'm not going to tell the story of why you can add three counts to the "Daniel got punched in the face" list because for some reason I thought it was a good idea to play the pacifist and kept trying to shake the hand of a drunk and hate-filled Pakistani who found out I was American on the street outside a bar late last night (true story).  Instead I'm going to tell you about the plumber in my building who finds my modest running regimen entirely inadequate--and lets me know it.

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Golden Years

Daniel Yudkin

So, maybe this is a little weird, but I have a minor fixation with....old men.  Whenever I’m walking in the park or down a small backstreet and discover a supreme little old-man hangout—I don’t know, something about it just brings out the deedle in me.  Perhaps it’s because they are the best living reminder of the same genuine Paris that comes out in the cobblestones nestled among cracks in the asphalt.  Their gestures, their camaraderie, their penchant for spending day after day utterly immersed in the same conversations and simple pastimes—all make me think one thing: these are the original bros.Looking at these people it’s strikingly clear that their mannerisms and their activities have all been transported, more or less perfectly intact, from a decade or a century or an era ago.  One of the most perfect examples of this is the daily drama that unfolds with high tension on the Boules court on the west side of Jardin de Luxembourg.  Boules is a game exactly like bocce—it involves throwing a tiny wooden ball (the cochon) onto an irregular dirt surface then competing in teams to get the heavy metal boules closest to it.  I came here recently on a chilly fall day and to watch the game.  It was every bit as thrilling as watching Olympic speed-skating.

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First few days in Paris (plus a treatise against Uggs)

Daniel Yudkin

Well, I already made my first egregious error: I forgot to load up my duffel bag, as planned, with six months' supply of RedZone deodorant.  Now I’m faced with the choice of using Mennen UltraFresh stick (which clearly hasn’t changed its formula since the days of pomade and pocket-combs), or getting my parents to ship the supply in a cardboard box at fifteen bucks a pop. 

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