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And then this Bear, Pooh Bear, Winnie-the-Pooh, F.O.P. (Friend of Piglet's), R.C. (Rabbit's Companion), P.D. (Pole Discoverer), E.C. and T.F. (Eeyore's Comforter and Tail-finder)--in fact, Pooh himself--said something so clever that Christopher Robin could only look at him with mouth open and eyes staring, wondering if this was really the Bear of Very Little Brain whom he had know and loved so long.

Friday, August 25, 2006

the new yorker

Seattle was the first time I had to answer "New York" to the question "Where are you from?"
Before getting married, I would answer "Boston, but I live in NY," or some other confused hodgepodge that threw in Chicago too, depending on my mood...
Since we got married, we've been to Boston, where everyone knows where I''m from and asks "Where are you living?" to which I have much less trouble saying "New York" b/c I am, in fact, living here... We also went to our friendly local Bergers in Buffallo, but there most questions centered on our connection to Zev, and hence on Chicago, not New York. (Once the Chicago connection was established, the questions "where are you from?" and "where are you living now?" got asked separately...)
But in Seattle, I couldn't give my Boston Shpiel, b/c Oren's not from Boston and we were usually being asked as a unit. I settled into an answer that partitioned "originally" and "now" for both of us, but still, to be "from" New York. I don't know if I can handle that...

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At 8:13 PM, Abacaxi Mamao said...: Yeah, I usually say, "I live in New York now, but I grew up in Boston." I can't really say "Boston" first in response to "Where are you from?" After I say, "I live in New York now, but I grew up in Boston," people often say, "Oh, do you go home a lot?" to which I have to say, "No, my parents moved to Israel."

Sometimes it's better if they don't ask.

Do you consider New York to be home now?

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"Bother!" said Pooh, as he opened it. "All that wet for nothing. What's that bit of paper doing?" He took it out and looked at it. "It's a Missage," he said to himself, "that's what it is. And that letter is a 'P,' and so is that, and so is that, and 'P' means 'Pooh,' so it's a very important Missage to me, and I can't read it. I must find Christopher Robin or Owl or Piglet, one of those Clever Readers who can read things, and they will tell me what this missage means. Only I can't swim. Bother!" Then he had an idea, and I think that for a Bear of Very Little Brain, it was a good idea. He said to himself: "If a bottle can float, then a jar can float, and if a jar floats, I can sit on the top of it, if it's a very big jar." ... "All boats have to have a name," he said, "so I shall call mine The Floating Bear." And with these words he dropped his boat into the water and jumped in after it. For a little while Pooh and The Floating Bear were uncertain as to which of them was meant to be on the top, but after trying one or two different positions, they settled down with The Floating Bear underneath and Pooh triumphantly astride it, paddling vigorously with his feet.

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