c'est ça que j'm

In France, McDonald's was notorious for it's strange ad campaigns involving people in precarious situations and the simple words "Je t'expliquerai chez McDo," or "I'll explain it to you at McDonalds." Somehow I've found McDonald's, despite its over-globalized self, to be a strange marker of cultural differences, either through its method of pulling in customers, or its sense of nationalism. Here in Canada, a small maple leaf graces the golden arches. As an "imperialist," I'm surprised the arches have not been exported with an American flag attached firmly. To say the least, it's a curious delight--the small defiling of a usually very American icon.

This, then, is a "get to know Canada," or the intermittent updating of my life way up north. For those of you that spend much time with me, you've often heard me refer to blogs (and anything internet) as something rather pornographic. I like to use charged terms in an inappropriate context. Nonetheless, the blog, in all of its pornographic glory, allows me to share photos and riveting stories. For example, although I'm here for my French, I've already been blessed with a curious Spanish interaction. Leif and I wandered around the "mountain"--Mont Royal--in town yesterday, where a Rasta man kept calling over at us, "Amigo!" I ignored him until his persistance irritated, and I responded "no habla espanol." I like to call attention to moments where I feel I've been rather clever, and so I share the story.

I need a hook, something to inspire you all to return, to wait anxiously for my next post. But I suppose this is all I have to hook you--this calling attention to my need for a captivating closer. I pity da fool who don't come back a-knocking. A la prochaine...