Hello. Welcome to my website. It started while I was in Europe for a semester, and I've kept it up since then. I'm now at the University of Chicago Law School, living in Hyde Park, and the story continues. If you want to say hi or visit me, email cfloyd at uchicago dot edu.
"Life is nothing if not the sum of your anecdotes." -Scotty The Body, on storytelling "But it ain't that bad, man. Just figure out the system before the system figures out you." -T. Matthew Smith, on the 1L year "The beer just doesn't taste as good when you're not drinking it with your buddies." -Anon., on being away from good friends "Somebody has to pay the rent around here. Why the hell not us?" -Cotton, on studying for exams
3/12/2003
I may soon be a full convert to Austrian eats. I had dinner at a locally famous schnitzel joint (Zu den Drei Goldenen Kugeln). Good Lord! The portions size for €3 was outrageous. I'm stuffed, and I brought home tomorrow's lunch and maybe dinner. This is stuff a non-vegetarian Oklahoman can't help but fall in love with. And so cheap! But the opposite is the coffee. I need bad coffee! This gourmet espresso stuff is a downer, because it costs €2 for a thimble. Now, I'm not knocking espresso. The stuff is great. But I was a 3 cup-a-day Mr. Coffee drinker in the states. So I met in the middle and bought a Bodum french press. You may have seen these at Borders. The coffee these things produce is superb and enough for multiple mugs. The only problem is that I can't set it for 5 minutes before I wake up. Win some, lose some.
And I have to warn you about a threat to our youth, not on the scale of terrorism, but close. It is European pop culture. We've seen what happens when ABBA, Ace of Bass, or the Macarena crosses the ocean. We've seen the effect of European song writing on Brittany Spears. Let me tell you, that's ALL THERE IS over here. I want to be clear on this: no John Mayer, no Ben Harper. No Aerosmith, barely Metallica. Even Nelly gets remixed with an electronic House beat. It's truly frightening. Right now there's a dance craze called "Las Ketchup." I don't know if Las Ketchup has made it to the states or not, but it's all over MTV Europe. It looks like the hand jive off 'Grease'. This is trouble, ladies and gentlemen. We do not want this; we do not need this. It is infectious and maddening, just like all europop before it. So lock the doors and batten down the hatches. Cover your eyes and put on headphones playing Miles Davis or Eric Clapton, and wait for the storm to pass. And pray for me, because I'm in the middle of it.
