Thursday, November 15, 2012
Bardu Festas (Published in Draugas 11/10/12)
Sunday, June 27, 2010
BeTogether

Tuesday, August 4, 2009
World Domination by Frito Lay
Frito Lay™ has conquered the worldwide market on potato chips. I got off the plane in Toronto and was greeted by Salt & Vinegar and Original. Kinda boring, Canada. Especially after Forest Mushroom and Thai Sweet Chile.
My obsession with potato chips started last summer at camp. After 3 mess hall meals of bread and potatoes,, Laima, Vitas, and I would have a nightly snack of chips with beer or champagne (depending on the occasion). In Lithuania, the favorites are Spring Onion, Fromage, Dill, and Tomato. Vitas talked our ear off about the existence of mushroom flavored chips, but despite a month of searching, we never found them. This summer though, they jumped off the shelf at me the first time I set foot in a grocery store. The 54 clerks we asked for them last summer must have called up Frito Lay and told them a bunch of crazy foreigners wanted Mushroom chips. Oh, and this summer, we also tried Chicken. Yuck.
In Latvia, they keep the Spring Onion, Fromage, and Tomato, and add Cheese to the mix, which seems a little overkill with the Fromage, but I guess they needed to use that Yellow #5 somewhere.
Germany was pretty boring with its Lays, Cheese & Onion, and Paprika (double yuck!), but Amsterdam brought some surprises. Barbeque Ham? Bolognese? Thai Sweet Chile? Hmmm…..Too bad I didn’t get enough Amsterdam to try any of them.
I will never get over the fact that in some countries, you can't get clean drinking water, or it's more expensive than beer, but you can always find Coca-Cola™ and Lays™ potato chips. I guess if I ever want to take over the world, the trick is high fructose corn-syrup and trans fats.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Is Amerikos
Goodbye Lithuania
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Latvia vs. Lithuania
Last Night in Pasaka
I went to pee and it was light outside. It was 4:30 in the morning. The sun had only set at 11:15. I think I finally get how you can be Jason Deuchler. When the party ends for you around 6, the choice between an hour and ½ of sleep and hiking to the beach to drink your last beer a top a German WWII bunker on the shore of the perfectly still Baltic becomes clear.
And it is PERFECTLY still. She is making some noise at the shoreline to let you know she is alive, but the sea looks like bathwater. I am contemplating using it as such, but it is cold and I’ve already been in the Baltic since I last slept.
The sunset was beautiful, but now I am on the wrong side of the world for any morning warmth-yet I am still thinking about swimming. And while the sea is more beautiful than I have ever seen (she is still and she is my own)-the beach is uglier. When napping on the beach in the afternoon, I notice the waves. I always liked this bunker. I thought it was an ironic piece of history amidst a beautiful seascape. But in the morning light from this height, I see at least 3 concrete circles that used to support life sized machine guns. The dunes behind me are more full of history than I ever noticed. Maybe they died waiting for the US too. Machine gun, bunker, bunker, lookout, bunker, cannon, machine gun, bunker. In the distance, a runner’s club is warming up, but all I can really see is concrete. If I force myself to look forward it is beautiful. If I allow myself to look back, it hurts.
I have to pee, again. The obvious choice is to go inside the bunker, but I am a little bit afraid of the ghosts. It is graffiti laden and half full of beer cans and cigarette butts, but there is light coming in from some missing bricks seaside. I have nothing to look for in the Baltic except a moment of understanding. The Germans were looking for something else. I still do not have enough history to explain why this Soviet invaded land has a shore full of rotting German war defenses. They are fading, but have centuries of ruin left to remind.
