The pyramids were so big, you couldn't look at them without losing your knees a little bit, and looking up from the base it really just looks like a mountain of rocks. And also, I did make a mental note that they were the product of slave labor- but at the same time I wondered who the person who put the very last block at the top... can you imagine what that must have felt like?
I loved the egyptian food- even the pigeon!
sheesha who knew? one night we were all sitting in a room in Cairo when a guy confessed that he used to work at Prince in Georgetown... so basically the world is inhaling or something.
I miss the heat... It's been pretty nice here in London but I miss the sun.
and I have 15,000 words to write by April 27.. so that's a little worrisome... especially since I'm leaving for amsterdam in the morning. where I'm meeting my mom. and my aunt. c'est super.
I've been reading a lot of poetry, like more than usual, because for one of my essays I have to analyze the effect of Pindar, who wrote songs for the athletes of Greece a few hundred years before the birth of Christ... on Samuel Taylor Coleridge and John Keats, who lived in the nineteenth century- but on the bright side I get to read a lot of Keats, who I have a huge crush on now, "tender is the night" and also on poets.org there is a recording of Stanley Plumly reading To Autumn by JK and I heard Plumly in person once, he has an incredible deep resounding voice, like in another life he was a Presbyterian minister or something, but it's amazing.
Anyway, I'll be home in about a month and a few days. I've been in London for four months. I've been living in cities for three years. I'm not sure I like it anymore.
Anyhow I tried to make a little video of the stuff that was cool in Paris, there are some pictures and videos of the crepes, the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe and inside the Louvre are the statues of Psyche and Cupid kissing, Michelangelo's Dying Slave.... most importantly... Winged Victory, Nike of Samothrace... annnd stuff like that all while listening to J'ai Bu by Paul Azvanazor
