Several folks have remarked on the difference in tone between my Paris and Chapel Hill blog posts. It would not occur to me in Chapel Hill to go on about what I was cooking, for example. I am happier, more relaxed, more at peace with myself in Paris, which of course means that I am a worse commentator on the passing political scene.
A good deal has happened, both good and bad, during the past six weeks and I shall get back to offering my unsolicited opinions on politics and society as soon as I have caught up on lost sleep and thrown out six weeks of unwanted junk snail mail. In particular, things have turned ugly in North Carolina, provoking a series of public protests which I think I ought to join as soon as I get home.
The one hundredth Tour de France has started, accompanied by Lance Armstrong's statement that it is impossible to win the Tour without taking banned drugs. He should know. I finally get home late on Monday, so Tuesday will be my first chance to blog. Somehow, I suspect the world will scarcely notice the hiatus.
À bientôt.
2 comments:
Does Armstrong mean to imply that if nobody competing took drugs then nobody would finish the race.
(btw, I'm baking bread in the wood-fired oven to feed the Moral Monday detainees post-release. It seems I'd rather be caterer to revolution than be incarcerated. )
There are a thousand ways of supporting a movement, and every one of them is necessary! Well done!!
Needless to say, what Armstrong means is that there will always be someone taking illegal performance enhancing drugs, and if you eschew them, you will not win. Who am I to say? With a tremendous effort, I could maybe finish one lap of the race, although not in a single day!
If this is the one hundredth running of the Tour, then the Tour I saw come through Grenoble in 1954 must have been the forty-first. How time flies.
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