Armistice day falls on a Tuesday this year, which means that the office (and the morning metro and the usual lunch places…) today, the Monday before, was effectively a ghost town. I knew this going in; upon awakening, I made (semi-) grand plans that involved the acquisition of the long wool overcoat that caught my …
Caught: the ghost of this blog. Composed on the half-written posts rotting in various places, he roams, alone, incomplete, unappreciated, sad.
Scary. Sad. Tasty.
Until I eat him. Existential crises go out the window when one is being digested, or so I would tend to assume.
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In an attempt to fulfill a core curriculum requirement, among the classes I took my first semester of college was art history. Through some toxic combination of arrogance, distraction, anger, and laziness, I managed to completely blow the first exam, to the point at which numerically, I was not going to be able to pass …
The final days of August marks the end of peak tourist season and a relative return to normalcy, or so we have been told. Indeed, as the month has waned in this final week, we’ve noticed a marked decrease in the amount of ambient English and a return of the business and professional crowds, both …
Nobody brings their lunch, so I don’t bring a lunch. Similarly, nobody eats at their desk, so I don’t eat at my desk, in defiance of the deeply-ingrained (and admittedly bad) habit that I’ve gotten into over the past several years (because I can already imagine the Purrito reading this post, we’ll qualify that with …
Still, it was pretty damn cool.
We partook of the Bastille day festivities by Attending the parade in the morning Actually doing our French homework (I had a meeting with our tutor the next day) and Watching the fireworks show, albeit from an odd angle Watching the parade was a surprising success, as we elected to skip actually going up to …
I caved and bought the camera, a Nikon. This provoked two internal, if multitiered, responses: Hey, I’ve got a new camera The shutter actuation sound is strange (side effect of never having owned a non-Pentax SLR; the shutter sound was consistent between the film and digital versions) Let’s not think about that That fisheye lens …
We found this on the sidewalk on the north side of Invalides. It’s probably more accurate to say that we smelled it, saw it, walked by it, and then I turned around and took a picture of it for reasons unknown. This is also probably an argument against picking up the camera I’ve had my …
Fezzik In Paris 