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About Yesterday…

So I went back back and read yesterday’s post while I was at work today, because I’m kind of a nerd like that, and there’s a couple of things I feel I should clarify.

I was cranky last night.  I’d spent the last 3 days working on one of my least favorite boilers, which is a big call from a guy who’s worked on better than 30 different boilers in 4 countries (I plan on telling you about this place soon).  And it showed in my post.

The soccer game I described yesterday wasn’t too pleasant of an experience for me.  I was the D.D. so I had to be a good boy, and that probably didn’t help much; I certainly wasn’t on the same level as my fellow spectators, to say the least.  Some drunk asshole called my girlfriend a bunch of atrocious names, and that soured my mood a little bit as well.  Now, I completely stand by my assessment of the repulsiveness of the story of Serb-hunting, and the anti-anyone-from-Portugal sentiment, but…

I like Germany.  I like Germans, for the most part, they’re good people.  I like watching soccer games over here.  I was here during group play of this year’s Champion’s League, and I was actually in Leverkusen while Bayern Leverkusen was playing in the ECC.  Aside from making parking a nightmare, it was a wholly positivie experience.  I watched a game in the hotel bar with about 20 dudes who were drunkenly yelling at the TV, as well they should have been.  Didn’t phase me in the slightest.  Hell, it was kind of fun, and I found myself a Leverkusen fan for that evening.

I guess it was the mob mentality, the people who were quite literally spitting-mad at the Portuguese, and the dude who got way too drunk and called Ms. Müller a whore that turned me off.  But, in retrospect, I was guilty of the exact crime as these crazy bastards: in my head I held German football fans as a whole responsible for my negative experience, not just the assholes who were being assholes.

So it’s on the record now.  Last Saturday sucked.  And as American who doesn’t give two shits about Schweinsteiger or Podolski I’ll probably steer clear of the public viewings in the future…   But, I’ll compartmentalize a bit.  To the assholes of the evening, you’re all assholes.  To the rest of you crazy Germans, you’re alright.


-B. Littleton.

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L’Arc de Triomphe

Today, our ridiculously long walk around Paris comes to its conclusion at the Arc de Triomphe…  Here’s the last of the pictures from our little stroll.

Another contingent of riot cops...

There it is... Napoleon would be proud.

As weird as this might sound, it was almost memorizing to stand there and stare at the traffic... The 'roundabout' is probably 6 or 8 lanes wide, with no lane markings, and there's probably 10 or 12 entrances and exits. It was nuts.

Some random pretty building across the street.

And with that we made the long hike back to the hotel…  It was a long day, I figure we walked about 16 miles, give or take, and holy shit I was sore by the time we made it home…  But it was an incredible experience, and thanks for coming along.

Also, I’ve just been informed that I’ll be spending next week in the New Mexico and Arizona desert, working first in Holbrook, AZ (pop. 5,126), and then in Grants, NM (pop. 9,182). While that might not sound horribly exciting, it’ll be nice to get out of my cubicle, and I’m sure I’ll take a picture or two along the way….

-B. Littleton


Filed under The Sights, The Sights of Europe, The Sights of Paris

An Evening at La Tour Eiffel

For today’s post, I’m going to try something new…  Rather than inserting all the pictures into the post itself, I’m trying a little photo gallery.  So click on any of the thumbnails down there, and you can scroll through the pictures to your heart’s content.  If you want to see the full-sized image while you’re scrolling through the gallery, click on the “Permalink” button under the picture.  Word.

While I think this is a better way to showcase the pictures, it means you won’t be privy to my incredibly witty and oh-so-charming captions.  However, I don’t think you’ll miss them too much on this post.  There’s a crapload of pictures of the Eiffel Tower, a picture of Lotta, the full moon, a dude selling some paintings, and there’s a bridge over the Seine in there somewhere too.

In one of those random happenings that one couldn’t plan even if one really wanted to, there was a free concert just across the Seine from the tower; that was pretty cool.  It’s not every day you get to see a show in the shadow of one of the most famous monuments on the planet, so there’s a picture or two of that in there as well.

That’s enough chit-chat, click on the thumbnails and get to the pictures.

I hope you liked the pictures, and I certainly welcome any feedback on the gallery…  Is it better?  Worse?  You don’t really care?  Lemme know…

So long from Boulder, CO.

-B. Littleton


Filed under The Sights, The Sights of Europe, The Sights of Paris