We introduce our guests to FEE s interns, one a Bulgarian , another a Mexican , and the third a Sri Lankan . That evening, Karol, Thomas, and I dine at a popular nearby Indian restaurant . On our return home, we bathe Thomas, dress him in his pajamas decorated with images of Britain s enormously popular Teletubbies , and then read to him some of the delightful children s stories penned by Beatrix Potter, an Englishwoman. With the little one fast asleep, it s time to relax. Karol pours each of us a glass of Chilean wine .
Life is good . . .
Before turning out the lights, though, we each read for a few minutes me, an article by the Australian economist Geoffrey Brennan , and Karol some pages from the autobiography of the Russian novelist Vladimir Nabakov . Yet a review of an ordinary day in our lives reveals that all three of us from the moment we awaken until we fall asleep continually enjoy comforts, conveniences, culture, knowledge, and entertainment created by people from around the world. The answer is that America s culture is in fact a world culture. It s a delicious gumbo of global influences. And it s also dynamic.