Showing posts with label france. Show all posts
Showing posts with label france. Show all posts

this week i


ate maghrebi oeuf brik.  thomas biked to lyndhurst and we toasted emilie's allegiance to the crown.

alighted in lille central.  huseyin the same from brussels, creating his own personal douane et immigration.  then flemish pizza with the coutin family.

drove to le touret in the eleven pm sunset.  we celebrated retirement, ran the canal, played ping pong, studied life in northern france.








read..


to read by the light of an oil lamp, to write with a goose quill

it is a familiar irony that prohibition and deprivation can make things potent and ravishing, and that plenty very often dulls our taste for them.  there is a great deal of questioning now of the value of the humanities, those aptly named disciplines that make us consider what human beings have been, are, and will be.  sometimes i think they should be renamed big data

(2) theft of california

 an elaborate series of diplomatic maneuvers, deceptions, and menacing gestures designed to neutralize the threat from great britain so that he could bully and, if need be, coerce mexico into recognizing the annexation of texas and selling new mexico, arizona, and alta california to the united states.  he ordered navy ships to drop anchor off the pacific coast, where they would be ready to occupy california ports as soon as the war against mexico began.  he dispatched spies and intriguers as us representatives to mexico city, deliberately  insulting mexican officials.  he ordered american troops to cross the nueces river into territory mexico legitimately claimed as its own, and he imposed a naval blockade that kept the mexican army from receiving supplies at matamoros.  these were clearly acts of war, though polk hoped they would be enough to cow the mexican government into submission.  if there was a war it was bound to be a short one, polk thought, for surely the mexicans could never sustain themselves for long against the more intrepid anglo-saxon invaders from the north

the northern border with canada still stretches to the pacific along the 49th parallel

7/5

this week i

paid three entrance fees.










wonder how finding dead newlyweds in the pink cadillac affected those kids' sexual imaginations.

met francois for drinks, duck dinner in the 18th.  greying west africans congregate around the game tables of lion square till sundown.

made macarons in a cellar alongside the seine.  archana: nuh uh.  send your mess ups.









10/26

this week i

worked from the sixth floor of the open bar.  published first looks at the medicare advantage and standalone prescription drug plan market.

wonder about generational overlap across species.  humans often live to meet their grandparents, rarely beyond that.  female bottlenose dolphins reach sexual maturity at five and often live another thirty years.  do dolphins hunt cephalopods alongside their own great great grandpuppies?

don't remember any of this.  natalie reacts to the day's headlines.  the way i see it, so long as we have the onion, we have a country.



met erin downtown with two bicycles and some recently-acquired bruises.  we toured the windmills, drank with dijksgracht, ate at mordor's.



snoozed on the express to paris before crepes with guilherme.  he writes poetry about noisy neighbors but studies maths to keep alive.



10/19

this week i

released our review of what privatized medicare plans will be available to seniors in 2011.

removed excel's gridlines from appearing by default in a brand new spreadsheet.  instructions:
(1) open a blank excel file;
(2) click 'view' on the ribbon along the top;
(3) uncheck the gridlines box;
(4) save that file as a template - "book.xlst" - file in the folder c:\program files (x86)\microsoft office\office12\xlstart;
(5) close and then re-open the program.

got my tourist on..

..with my good friends kirsten and huseyin.

listened to jazz..

..on the seine.

would vote the louvre pyramid builders out of office.

saw skyline soccer.

ate snails.


was held up by lovable drunks on the late-night parisian metro.

admired gardens..

..and arcs.

spent more on crepes than hotels.

found the magic of paris everywhere..

in easy paths to citizenship

awesome ancient gargoyles


lousy hunchback impersonators


silly rabbits

..what happens when the french try to do smokey the bear

clean streets

marilyn monroes..

..and other little touches of home


regal lawns

ping pong prehistory

had enough.  rode through the chunnel.


began working remotely in canary wharf.

10/21/10