"A man walks down the street, it's a street in a strange world, maybe it's the Third World, maybe it's his first time around. Doesn't speak the language, he holds no currency. He is a foreign man, he is surrounded by the sound, the sound of cattle in the marketplace, scatterings and orphanages. He looks around, around, he sees angels in the architecture spinning in infinity. He says 'Hey, hallelujah.'"-Paul Simon
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
...I need some English conversation, stat!
Please don't pour flavord syrup on my menu.
"We'll do our best" ...but don't get your expectations too high.
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