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Everyone Should Know Tom Lehrer’s Work

Written on October 28, 2009 – 7:41 am by Deborah
Tom Lehrer

Tom Lehrer

It is only because of my wonderful, well-informed husband that I ever even heard of Tom Lehrer – which is a shame, as Lehrer should be a “household name.” Even though Lehrer is an American, and one of those bona-fide genius types (he graduated from Harvard at 18 with a degree in math – and then finished his Master’s degree a year later)  and even though he is a prolific and hysterical lyricist and pianist who gained quite a degree of fame and success in the 1960’s and 70’s – I had never heard his name until fairly recently.  Very likely many of you don’t know him either.  So, I wanted to share an example of his funny- yet devastatingly “speaking truth to power” lyrics.  There are many  more songs of his,  and you’ll find many other lyrics and even videos of his performances online. His albums are still available as well.  I hope some of you will  look into his work, especially my fellow Americans. You may well be glad you did.  Some people, like Lehrer, saw clearly, years ago, the direction the US was (and probably is still) going.  Not only that, he surely kept his sense of humor in the face of it, which is sometimes more than I can muster. Without further ado – a song (with the introduction) that Lehrer performed about 1965.  As a side note, that was the year before my parents got married!  Note too that Lehrer was not bashing the Marines – he did spend time in the service, and I’m not bashing them either; my sister and brother in law are Marines! This song is a comment on our culture, not a  slam on the Marines!   Lehrer said:

“What with President Johnson practicing escalation on the Vietnamese and then the Dominican crisis on top of that it has been a nervous year –  and people have begun to feel like a Christian scientist with appendicitis. Fortunately in times of crisis just like this America always has this number one instrument of diplomacy to fall back on. Here’s a song about it.”
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An American Ex-Pat in France: The After by Nicole Miller

Written on August 8, 2009 – 9:35 am by Charis

This is a guest post written by one of my favorite bloggers, Nicole Miller.  It is always interesting to read her thoughts and to see what her day-to-day life is like in France.  Thank you for sharing, Nicole. Enjoy!

The After

Living in a second language and a foreign culture is an endless approximation.  A mathematical formula I can’t quite get right, despite years of trying.  I have navigated, negotiated, and narrated my life through the structured flow chart of French, la forme, for the past 11 years.  Le fond, the depth – the guts – all of that remains American.

The good news is, on a daily basis, I fit in.  I am not identified on the street as American and my accent is rarely heard.  The bad (or is it?) news is, I am still foreign here, other.  There are moments, both for them and for me, when it is clear, on the surface at least, that we simply cannot understand each other, despite accurate syntax and appropriate vocabulary. Read the rest of this entry »

Memories Of New Mexico

Written on July 17, 2009 – 2:38 pm by admin
Rancho de Chimayo

Rancho de Chimayo

Many years ago (1973 to be exact) I was temporarily living in the US with my parents while my father was working over here. I was 18 and we had the opportunity that summer to travel around a little. We were living in Oklahoma City at the time so our trip basically included exploring Texas and New Mexico. Although I enjoyed Texas it was New Mexico that really stuck in my mind as I think it did with all of us.

On one of those days around lunchtime we happened to chance upon a restaurant in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. We’d been taking back roads as they’re always more interesting than highways. We decided to stop for lunch. The name of the restaurant was the Rancho de Chimayo. The food was excellent and after lunch we went on our way.

I didn’t realize at the time that this would be the last family trip I would ever take with my father as I left home and married not much later and he died at the age of 50 not long after my first son was born. Read the rest of this entry »