I have been negligent in my updates lately; I had intended to write a post about May Day (which proved to be more interesting than I had thought it would) and about my bike shop odyssey last weekend, but I didn’t. In my defense, my wife, who I hadn’t seen in almost five weeks, flew …
From what I’ve seen, this is the only felis silvestrus catus currently extant in Paris. Godspeed, you magnificent bastard. Godspeed.
I went wandering around this weekend and found The Statue. Being a half-assed student of random information, I knew that this district, La Défense, is so named due to an old statue there commemorating the defense of the city. As you’ll no doubt note, the half-assed part is indeed true, given that I’m not giving …
In the month or two before I left, we were consuming copious amounts of Frank’s Red Hot sauce (it’s hcg diet compatible). While we were dating, I think that my wife was surprised to learn that when I said I was cooking chicken and vegetables for dinner, I was cooking chicken, cooking vegetables, and then …
The appallingly shitty internet connection in this miserable little “aparthotel” was finally fast enough to spew a number of errors at me as I attempted to upload a few pictures from last weekend’s alternate wandering plan. The only one that will go through is the one shown, of a Color Run that was held in …
first-world problem: I can’t go to the bike shop that I’ve wanted to visit since I learned we’d be moving to Paris because the corporate security department sent an email stating that a large anti-austerity protest would be held today, and to keep my stupid American ass far away. Said bike shop is, naturally, in …
Note to self: when a French bartender tells you that a beer is strong, he does indeed mean that said beer is strong. While I do favor Belgian Abbey Ales at home, whatever it was that I was served this evening after work packed one hell of an alcoholic punch. On the other hand, ignoring …
We blew through two seasons of Boardwalk Empire in the weeks before I left, so confessions, long a minor issue of interest to me (long story. short version: I’m not catholic, so it’s really probably just the novelty) seem like they’re in vogue. Or were in vogue. Or, probably most accurately, are in vogue, but …
I am reasonably certain (95%, k=2) that I have just finished consuming the worst-tasting Chipotle burrito I’ve ever laid my hands on. I know, I know: “Going to another country and just eating American food is stupid. What did you expect?” Well, after screwing around in the Metro station for almost an hour without successfully …
The good news: I now have a phone. The bad news: it’s an iPhone. I would have preferred to stay on a Windows phone, but we’re going to be in an unfamiliar place for a year, and the lack of Paris metro, corporate travel, and native bank apps was worrisome enough for me to shell …
Fezzik In Paris 