June 2010
9 posts
Feverishish
Forgive me if I haven’t responded to your e-mail/messages! Things have been chaotic from my second wisdom tooth extraction up to the past week in Paris, and now I have a pretty bad fever that’s keepin’ me desperately wishing that my cat would give me the time of day (note to self - get a more socially coddling animal next time around). Damn it Snowflake, she won’t stop...
Belated: my dad is the best person in the worrrld!
Love you papa! I sent him a pair of Turkish prayer carpets for Father’s Day, who says fighting the good fight for 21 years never paid off.
Papa: this is a prayer carpet.
Jessie: yeah you do whatever you want on it. I was gonna walk on it.
Surgery: best done in a foreign country?
So I haven’t really been keeping you all abreast like I should have, for which I sincerely apologize, and thus it’s kind of time that I mention this ache that has been bothering me way back since my sojourn in Morocco. My bottom wisdom tooth flared up and started aching to the point that I resigned myself to soft foods. So I figured, I should probably go see a dentist.
So this guy,...
Delightful letters in the mail make finally...
Peter, I got your whimsically wax-sealed letter (finally checked my mail box!) in the mail, consider this great news for your dowry! Ugh, you are amazing, it completely made my day. Expect exotic return kisses via the postal system. :)
So I started Epitech today to earn some solid €€€ on the side, and I used my first class as an excuse to take the frenchies to the Luxembourg Gardens. The sun was...
May 2010
7 posts
Au Maroc a l'instant
Just landed on the African continent this morning with Miro! Ouf, sooo excited about the week ahead. :)
April 2010, in review
I’m pretty embarrassingly behind on recounting my Parisian existence and travels. Aye, aye. In the next few days I’ll make some concrete posts, depending on internet access, but the basic rundown of my last month (half of which was vacances, no school) has involved:
a week in Provence with my mum, who sauntered over to France following a business trip in Edinburgh
a week in Greece -...
April 2010
6 posts
March 2010
16 posts
Ladurée & Hermes expo. @ l'Institute du Monde...
Reppin the arobase (@) as a diaphanous veil shrouding my ignorance of how to make the at accent in French. As a nod to the Hermes exposition today, let’s get that diaphanous veil embroidered with golden thread upon a turquoise background, and splash some mint tea on it for an atmospheric scent. Ngghhh, what a beautiful and manageable exhibit!
My 4 euros were well-spent in seeing how the...
Opera fille loves me!
What a social victory! This rubs away the sting of all my playground wounds. My marionette-ing muse, Charlie - god I hope she never finds this blog on the internet - proposed yesterday that we get together weekly outside of class and do one hr anglais/hr francais rendez-vous’. This thrills me. :)
I remember when I ate that bird long ago.
So I’m rocking back and forth to the lilting lullaby of my alarm clock this morning, set to counterpoint with the bristling thrusts of Solange birthing out all the apparent bacteria from my bathroom sink, and that’s about the point after which everything I say can and will be used against me. So I feel this dark sedan pulling up on my shoulder, and then I know something’s up....
“Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some...”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Prague: Czech Philharmonic, wandering
First off: does anyone else feel, when in a foreign country that operates on anything besides the Euro, that you’re playing with paper money?? Let that be a subtle peeking insight into my general financial strategies. I’ve been traipsing around with a 500 Koruna bill for example, and I just now googled it, 300=15 dollars. Good deals abound! Most meals are between 120-300 Ko.
This...
No really though, they let me take my x-ray home...
Lungs
in the body
in the purse
in the medical examination room
the rain, my shudders, the backwash of the wind
Each angling inwards like poured concrete
Into the same two jellyfish!
Today,
I offered to the pickpocket in the metro,
eternal life (please take it!)
but not to let it flounder, I’ll need it when my visa expires.
(A little late night ditty for you in between...
WatchAbsolument magnifique a voir. L’art, c’est la beauté, c’est l’art. Ça me rend stupéfié comment la plupart des gens dans le vidéo avaient des difficultés d’accepter ces nouvelles formes sur ses vieux pierres…
February 2010
16 posts
5 tags
Les Macarons de Pierre Herme
Belated:
My dear friend Peter asked me for a favor the other day, and in doing so propelled my pen to strike off a top go-to place on my list of Paris musts, this one being the famous Pierre Herme Patisserie. Dorie Greenspan includes PH macaroons in her must taste list as well - she’s always scratching his back so he must know something about something. There are three PH boutiques in...
If you're in the mood for a novella about a couple... →
The Story of The Eye, by Georges Bataille
Source: Georges Bataille page via Supervert
Haven’t read it myself yet, which I figure is a good way to go because it’s probably the only route of recommending it without coming off as a total creep..
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Burlesque a la Bellevilloise
Don’t let any sublteties in this picture let you think we don’t feel the exact same way about each other or the situation.
Leonore was in town this weekend from London, and on Saturday we went to see the Lisette Model photography exhibit at the Jeu de Paume Musee with some acting friends of hers (Paris théâtre gossip, juicyyy).
My favorite part of the weekend: we went with...
Catching up catching up
This past week has been awesomely busy. Oh oh where to start. I keep on listening to that Garlands song where she repeats Montparnasse every chorus, but, my dear readers abroad, don’t be charmed by her lilting melodies and immaculate Swedish heritage, because if you were me then you spent an hour standing in line at the Kiosque de Montparnasse today just to hear that they didn’t have...
My Italian Opera class - I’m totally in love...
Nouvel An Chinois, chez moi
I’m going to make this quick and I’m not going to say it again for the rest of the year: Happy Nouvel An Chinois!
Living in the treizième has about a million numerable perks, none of which I’ve discovered yet, until today when I noticed three men outside my window stacked on top of each other in a giant vermilion Chinese lion costume, charging towards another manstack/white and gold lion costume....
Valentines Day in the city of lurvv
Amelie, my Valentine! (along with Miro, obv)
She made us dinner and we brought over tarts. True love.
“The information on the front page of on the cuddleparty.com website is...”
– The Rub Club, aka Can I Be Your Friend, Hilarious Kindred Soul? (via nellieandbeckygowest)
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UT Mixer + slam poésie
Here’s the deal: Soon, I will have enough material to write a dramatic, effusive libretto lauding all the qualities that make Austin and UT an amazing place to study and live in. (Please sing my poetry Maria Callas?) This is on account of the shameless gushing I engage in every time I meet french students wishing to study in the states. (Sorry Camille! ;])
On Tuesday night there was a...
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Un Peu d'émoi, un peu de pluie
Between camping outside of French uni. departments every day to find class schedules and spending my phantom inheritance on fountain pens at Gilbert Jeune, I’ve been too busy this week to make wise fiscal decisions. Wise being not injecting my carte bancaire into an atm machine, as that got mine avalée (swallowed) on friday. The whole transaction was a little fly-by-night if you ask me,...
