Friday, December 30, 2005

because I don't say this enough ...

I miss France! Yikes!

OK, so not the scary, depressed missing of France... just well in general and certain moments. Like the buses and subways of Paris. How pretty Metz is. Teaching my classes. My not-quite-internship. My cubby-hole studio apartment. Mmmmm... my bakery. That's it, I really just miss the bakery... nothing else.

Speaking Metz, I swear ABC's thing on the Mystery of Pope Joan last night, I saw a shot of Metz when they momentarily mentioned France. Except if it was Metz, the funny thing is, they showed the Protestant church, not the Cathedral, and the show was about the Roman Catholic Church.

That's all.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

There's loads I forgot to write about earlier, but one last thing I don't want to forget to mention.

Haha... I was reading an article on Le Monde.fr and there was an advertisement for Boucheron. It had this crazy white masque, and it spun around on the screen like a clock. As the masque was upside down for a split second during it's spin, and because of the way it was formed, you ended up seeing a vague outline of the Eiffel Tower. Si drôle.

After the editing ends...

Today’s been one of those days when I feel I need to stop and seriously consider the fact that I’m trying to go back to school. A friend passed along some free lance editing work, which is super nice on the budget and nice to get back into it, but the whole deadline thing is enough to make me run screaming into the nearest ocean.
Granted, I’m not known for being any good at things without deadlines, but still, I realized that I’m up for some serious shock when I do get back to academic life.

On the other hand, one application is done, so I’ve been enjoying the excuse that the second one doesn’t technically have a deadline to get some reading done. (Or if it does have a deadline, I might be screwed, as I’ve yet to find it.) But the reading—so I finally finished Byatt’s Possession, and it’s as I always suspected, there is so much missing from the movie. And I finally finally finally let myself sit down and read “The Rabbi’s Cat.” (Yes, I did buy it in english and am desperately waiting the day when I get to read it in french.) But it was so darling! And the images were so good. I can’t wait now till I can get “Persepolis,” as Satrapi was quoted on the back about how good The Rabbi’s Cat is, and as Céline always tells me how good it is. I definitely want to reread Camus’“La Peste” after reading The Rabbi’s Cat. My other reading’s just been some arch stuff that I’m actually enjoying more than I probably should considering I’m not even back in school yet. My brother has informed me that he’s sending me Brunelleschi’s Dome for the holiday, and I’m super excited.

In the midst of intense editing today, I also heard from Kim. It was quite the highlight of my day. The French holiday card was so much fun- makes me reflect on things like last year and how ridiculously elaborate Christmas cards in the States get. The surprise was a two disc set of Lynda Lemay! Totally above and beyond necessary, but so completely loved. I’m listening to “du cog à l’âme” for the second time this afternoon. To top it off, Violet emailed with a photo from the trip to Barcelona too. What a day for nostalgia. I had to change my desktop background as a result.

So really nothing interesting to type about, but it’s nice to be typing something I don’t have to edit (much) or paraphrase, etc. And if you decide to edit this blog, have fun. It probably needs it.
Cool photo off the BBC, what else. See especially number 7.


Last year it hardly snow while I was in France. What we did get everyone kept saying was the most they'd gotten in years. I guess this year is a bit more drastic.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Monday, December 12, 2005

Giving in, yet again, to my BBC addiction... Here's a funny little story. hehehe.

Friday, December 09, 2005

seriously, but what would a world without friends be like? can we talk about how much I adore those friends who are always able to read through your emails and tell you exactly what you need to be told- such as, to remember to sleep and breathe and not to stress and eat breakfast! And not just that, but also remind you, while in full panic, about what's important in life: crazy stories. And if I ever live to be 87 and can look back on all my crazy stories and have at least one that tops the drunken rooster story, I will know that I have lived a full life. Friends rock, most especially Kim!

"Il faut danser toute la vie!"

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

I just found this BBC article interesting.