Monday, November 05, 2007


Last night, while eating homemade Croatian goulash at my friend Jeremy's house, I put the following question to the group:
If you could be any ethnicity other than your own, what would it be?
I answered first. I chose Cuban. Good food, wonderful music, an interesting fiery culture. Bright and hot and sunny.

Josh, in a move that betrayed a lack of interest or understanding in our game, said Canadian. When we protested he changed to Ukrainian, because the men there are good looking.

Jeremy picked Swedish.
"I love the food," he said. "And it's a very progressive culture."
"But what about the suicide rate?" I asked. Jeremy shrugged. I offered, "It will be a short life, but at least it will be a Swedish one!"

Then onto Greg. My partner in love and life. He took a moment to deliberate. Finally, he chose Russian. For their crazy/seriousness, he said. Good art. Drinking and dancing and violin playing into the wee hours. A funny people.

To recap: I picked Cuba. He picked Russia. Chiles and black beans and plantains vs. potatoes and vodka and beets. Sarongs and old cars and mambo on the one side. Fur-lined hats and great coats and Rachmaninoff on the other.

Well, at least we will always have Communism.


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Gregory Stuart Edwards said...

Actually,I said "Russian" for this joke alone:

Two men meet on the street and one of them asks the other, Is it true that you formed a musical group? "Yes, a quartet." How many? "Three." Who? "Me and my brother." You have a brother? "No."