··· Isaac Fitzgerald has been a firefighter, worked on a boat, and been given a sword by a king, thereby accomplishing three out of five of his childhood goals.
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Got this from Don Share, so the hat-tip goes to him.
Reposting my original comments re the clip from Isaac’s Facebook page:
What I LOVE about this clip is how articulately DFW describes the experience of being in Italy and not speaking the language. Giving language the slip — or having been given the slip by language — seems to have helped him become “unmarooned,” more connected to the people around him (in some ways). No doubt I am reading in, though I think there is also some truth to this. He also seems just plain happy, almost carefree, and I love that.
Also someone, Isaac, Elissa? should get an extra special hat-tip for mining Facebook posts. I didn’t send this to the Rumpus — they fished. Well done, Rumpus!
January 22nd, 2010 at 10:06 am
ooh excellent find
January 22nd, 2010 at 5:12 pm
not innocuous
January 31st, 2010 at 11:18 am
Got this from Don Share, so the hat-tip goes to him.
Reposting my original comments re the clip from Isaac’s Facebook page:
What I LOVE about this clip is how articulately DFW describes the experience of being in Italy and not speaking the language. Giving language the slip — or having been given the slip by language — seems to have helped him become “unmarooned,” more connected to the people around him (in some ways). No doubt I am reading in, though I think there is also some truth to this. He also seems just plain happy, almost carefree, and I love that.
Headlines: smiles, arms thrown open, winging it….
The failure bit was but a footnote.
February 6th, 2010 at 12:40 pm
What’s not innocuous, Evan? Confused and curious …
February 6th, 2010 at 12:48 pm
Also someone, Isaac, Elissa? should get an extra special hat-tip for mining Facebook posts. I didn’t send this to the Rumpus — they fished. Well done, Rumpus!