Moved That's it, the move is official. Come visit me at my Blogsome site. Drop me a line if I've forgotten to update your link, of if you think you deserve one! Moved That's it, the move is official. Come visit me at my Blogsome site. Drop me a line if I've forgotten to update your link, of if you think you deserve one! Moving I'll be moving my blog soon... I'm running away from the Blogspot platform... will tell you as soon as the new site is ready. Moving I'll be moving my blog soon... I'm running away from the Blogspot platform... will tell you as soon as the new site is ready. ask and ye shall receive As requested, the fondue picture... Unfortunately, the fondue has already been eaten and all that remains is the little shallow pool of cheese at the bottom of the bowl. Please take note that the model's reaction was due more to shame than indigestion. Really people, it's a giant bowl of melted cheese mixed with alcohol and garlic that you dip into bread into. ask and ye shall receive As requested, the fondue picture... Unfortunately, the fondue has already been eaten and all that remains is the little shallow pool of cheese at the bottom of the bowl. Please take note that the model's reaction was due more to shame than indigestion. Really people, it's a giant bowl of melted cheese mixed with alcohol and garlic that you dip into bread into. Les Coqs en Suisse The disgrace of the bird flu has hit Frenchmen hard. Look at them hang their heads in disgrace! Actually, this is a photo I took at the Natural History Museum in Neuchatel, where we were this weekend. They had a special exhibition on chicken... good timing I'd say. It was very entertaining, though I found the permanent exhibition equally stunning. The dioramas were simply gorgeous. Les Coqs en Suisse The disgrace of the bird flu has hit Frenchmen hard. Look at them hang their heads in disgrace! Actually, this is a photo I took at the Natural History Museum in Neuchatel, where we were this weekend. They had a special exhibition on chicken... good timing I'd say. It was very entertaining, though I found the permanent exhibition equally stunning. The dioramas were simply L'Equipe's 60th Birthday Party Last night I went to L’Equipe’s 60th anniversary party. It’s the French sports paper, which also runs its own magazine. The party was hilarious, gigantic and filled with obscure sports celebrities. First, I have to say that I hadn’t slept much the night before and was bothered by an unusually vivid dream. In the dream, I lived and worked in a gigantic warehouse space that I shared with others. L'Equipe's 60th Birthday Party Last night I went to L’Equipe’s 60th anniversary party. It’s the French sports paper, which also runs its own magazine. The party was hilarious, gigantic and filled with obscure sports celebrities. First, I have to say that I hadn’t slept much the night before and was bothered by an unusually vivid dream. In the dream, I lived and worked in a gigantic warehouse space that I shared with others. bullies always pick on the wrong man Today's news from the INTERNATIONAL HERALD TRIBUNE: Frontpage Pace of Protectionism quickens, Economic fallout could be harsh accompanied by photo of Industry Minister François Loos, looking particularly daffy yet dashing with euro-wirebrush hair, surrounded by three very dour non-descript men. Mixture of private and public officials. Article detailing recent tide of protectionist schemes. bullies always pick on the wrong man Today's news from the INTERNATIONAL HERALD TRIBUNE: Frontpage Pace of Protectionism quickens, Economic fallout could be harsh accompanied by photo of Industry Minister François Loos, looking particularly daffy yet dashing with euro-wirebrush hair, surrounded by three very dour non-descript men. Mixture of private and public officials. Article detailing recent tide of protectionist schemes. all the pleasure and none of the pain The other night I had dinner another neighbourhood restaurant called La Boulangerie (15 r des Panoyaux, 75020). I take it the site was an old bakery, though there's nothing that remains of the original. The floor is rather a quaint rustic french pattern, though hardly the thing one associates with bakeries. Anyways, we had decided to go there out of Kim's suggestion. She has the most bizarre all the pleasure and none of the pain The other night I had dinner another neighbourhood restaurant called La Boulangerie (15 r des Panoyaux, 75020). I take it the site was an old bakery, though there's nothing that remains of the original. The floor is rather a quaint rustic french pattern, though hardly the thing one associates with bakeries. Anyways, we had decided to go there out of Kim's suggestion. She has the most bizarre gripe #432 I just got back from Marseille, where the show happened. But, this isn't about that. This is about how I feel I'm drifting away from some people. Well, one person in particular...who's only and first reaction to finding out I had a show was to ask me whether I sold anything, not what it was about. In the immortal words of Donald Trump: You're fired. gripe #432 I just got back from Marseille, where the show happened. But, this isn't about that. This is about how I feel I'm drifting away from some people. Well, one person in particular...who's only and first reaction to finding out I had a show was to ask me whether I sold anything, not what it was about. In the immortal words of Donald Trump: You're fired. comments moderation I have turned comments moderation on because it's not a free world and I refuse to publish the comments of people I think are incapable of understanding subtleties in reasoning. You know who you are and I hope you get your own blog to launch your one-man politically correct war. Naive and hypocritical indeed. comments moderation I have turned comments moderation on because it's not a free world and I refuse to publish the comments of people I think are incapable of understanding subtleties in reasoning. You know who you are and I hope you get your own blog to launch your one-man politically correct war. Naive and hypocritical indeed. Par for the Course I hadn’t kept in touch with anyone from high school, thus it was with some surprise that I learnt recently that an old classmate of mine was involved with music through a rather prosaic message from my old bandmates. I googled his name, came up with his website and subsequently his email address. We made contact. What followed was a quiet kind of correspondence. Polite and warm. During these Par for the Course I hadn’t kept in touch with anyone from high school, thus it was with some surprise that I learnt recently that an old classmate of mine was involved with music through a rather prosaic message from my old bandmates. I googled his name, came up with his website and subsequently his email address. We made contact. What followed was a quiet kind of correspondence. Polite and warm. During these Open Gaz de France Another tennis post. I spent all day yesterday inside a tennis court, watching the quarterfinals for the Paris Open Gaz tournament. The semi-final match-ups were as follows: Patty Schnyder vs. Elena Dementieva; Tatiana Golovin vs. Nadia Petrova; Mary Pierce vs. Emilie Loit; Amelie Mauresmo vs. Dinara Safina. We got there for the end of the first match, which Schnyder won handily. It was amazing Open Gaz de France Another tennis post. I spent all day yesterday inside a tennis court, watching the quarterfinals for the Paris Open Gaz tournament. The semi-final match-ups were as follows: Patty Schnyder vs. Elena Dementieva; Tatiana Golovin vs. Nadia Petrova; Mary Pierce vs. Emilie Loit; Amelie Mauresmo vs. Dinara Safina. We got there for the end of the first match, which Schnyder won handily. It was amazing friendship Last night I was with Kim and we were talking about friendship. I don’t think I need people but, if that were really true, I wouldn’t feel so disappointed when they move off to Barcelona without a heads up. True, Voin is a kind of European gypsy but none of us expected his New Year’s vagabonding to extend to a permanent retreat. Kim, however, didn’t seem to care. She said: -I can’t be The Artful Blogger There are those who ridicule the blog, with it's innate emotional needfulness and the fake play at honesty. Let me be the first to say that manipulation and veracity are overrated, and yet we all play these little games. The only thing I don't agree to is the laughing scornfulness of those who mock the artful blogger. Afterall, how easy is it to mock and ridicule on a blog? Terribly easy, point I am an idiot I had accidentally turned on comments moderation on my haloscan comments. So, this whole last week, I was like "What the hell?! Nobody reads this blog anymore?" Ahhhhhh, so happy I was to read all my comments chock-a-block. Thanks folks! Finnish popsicles are made in France Last night, I took the evening off from what has been a ferocious stretch of work. My finnish ex-roommate is in town and last night he and his brother popped over. In true finnish fashion we polished off two bottles of vodka, one lemon, one can of Israeli salted cucumbers, plus our brains. At around midnight, we went for a vodka run but my two six-foot plus bodyguards didn't make it all the way I passed the line of screamage At this moment, I'm watching the Superbowl at home. That's right. At home. I can't believe France 2 is showing the Superbowl on television, that I have to watch it by myself, minus screaming friends and other people who know the sport, listening to french commentary, and staying up to ungodly hours of the night. First of all, let me be the first to say that I find it very strange that France's somebody else's 100 Best Records list It's weird to see someone list their 100 Best Records on any given site. Can you imagine the time it takes to listen to 100 records? Can you imagine the time it takes to listen to them often enough, along with the other thousands of records for you to say, yes this is the hundred best? I mean, the only people who have time for that are living in jail or limbless.... or maybe just Rolling Stones Gone With The Wind I have a major work (as in job) assignment deadline peeking over my shoulder, and, it is in this, my darkest hour, that I have finally come to grips with the power of my own creativity. Nobody else I know could pick reading Gone With The Wind as a procrastination strategy. Perhaps is the problem with working from home. With no fixed hours, and a grudging acceptation that my best work often comes Nam June Paik is dead. Crap.