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|Saturday, September 13th, 2008|
I was about to make reference to a post that I made nearly two years ago, with the comment that it was a few posts (but two years) ago;I've just realised that I apparently posted significantly more in France than I had imagined.
Before I get to that though, a headed timeline of the phases of my life.
- 1984: Childhood
1984 - 1998: Hermitage
1998 - 2000: Awakening (I struggled with this title for a while, switching between First Flight, Socialisation, and others, before deciding on Awakening on a whim; it's not particularly accurate, and may be changed.)
2000 - 2002: First Exile (The English Exile)
End of 2002: Voyage
2003 - 2004: Stasis
2005 - 2006: Home
2006 - 2007: Second Exile (The French Exile)
2007 - : First Sojourn
[Early 2008: Madness]
A greater than imagined many posts, and nearly two years ago, I wrote about Autumn and change through preservation.
This Autumn feels very different from either that one, or the one that found its way in between these two - last year was springlike, filled with hope and new continuations. This one seems to be looking backwards, even as new experiences rush onward.
Time will tell.
|Wednesday, July 16th, 2008|
|Sunday, February 24th, 2008|
I'll be in NYC for all of next week, starting Monday.
If any of you wonderful New Yorkaises want to meet for coffee, drinks, chat, or et cetera... feel free to email, call, text, or IM me.
That is all.
|Sunday, December 16th, 2007|
|On my Hair.
So things may be changing soonishly with my hair (decisions still need to be made), so I thought I might update you all on the state of it. Most of these are from the past year; that makes the locks a bit more than a decade old in most of them (the length is two years longer than that). It's been a while. ( a few more, I supposeCollapse )
|Thursday, November 29th, 2007|
|On my Ravine
There is a creek, with a ravine, near my father's house that suffered the unfortunate fate of sublimating its nature in my mind. It went from a dark, mysterious, scary place (encouraged fully by the fears my mother put in me) that was to be avoided, to a kiddie place that held no wonder (encouraged by my friends) that was easily surpassed by real wilderness and camping. It was not until much later, until my adult life, that it finally settled back to where it never was (but always should have been) in my mind: a place of beautiful nature, close at hand, and with many nooks, crannies, and streams to explore.
Walking around now, the memories flood; those that happened, those that should have, and those that will.
This is a week for remembering. Current Mood: annoyed
|Thursday, August 23rd, 2007|
|On a re-return.
In case anybody still reads this; I'm back from exile, again. Currently in The City until my first sojourn (to St Catharines) begins in September.
Hope everybody is well.
|Friday, July 27th, 2007|
Just a quick update...
I'm travelling Europe right now before my second Exile ends on the 19th of August. Currently in Bratislava, have already been to Italy, Slovenia, Hungary (both Budapest and Tokaj). Prague is probably next, and we'll see from there.
Hope everybody is cool and froody.
|Thursday, May 31st, 2007|
|Sur le Geekery Canadien
Could this be any better? Well possibly; the game isn't perfect. But that's not the point. The point - the important point - is that they've made a Canadian history specific version of CivIII!!!http://historicanada.com/
Go there. Download it. You can play as the French, the English (unfortunately, the Scots are not available) the Iroquois, the Mohawks, the Huron, and a few other first Nations.
Oh, the best part? If you already have CivIII, it's FREE! Current Mood: excited
|Wednesday, May 9th, 2007|
|Sur les Quatre Partis Politiques
Standing in the shower, I began thinking about political parties, memberships, and ideologies. It occurred to me that there were really only four archetypes of political parties, each with different motivations, raisons d'etre, and methods. As I see them, there are ideological parties, personality parties, power parties, and umbrella (grassroots) parties. I imagine that if the electoral system in Canada were to change (to a PR-based form) the balance would likely shift away from the latter two types, and more towards the former two.( Half-thought political rambling followsCollapse )
Amazing what one is inspired to think of when confronted by skinheads (no, not in the shower). Thoughts?
|Thursday, May 3rd, 2007|
|Sur le Debat Presidentiel Dans un Mot.
I've been watching politics for about the last 15 years, give or take, and I don't recall ever seeing such a one-sided thumping as I did last night. Not so much a knockout blow, as just a slow, methodical, almost self-inflicted beating.
With constant interruptions, Segolene came across more as shrill and childish than forceful (which is what I'm assuming she was going for). With pointed questions (which Sego refused to answer directly), Sarko boxed her in as indecisive at best (and lost at worst). Most of her answers seemed to consist of her saying that once elected, she'll hold discussions on the important issues, never revealing her own viewpoints. On those issues where she did answer, Sarko managed to drive a wedge through her supporters on the left and those in the centre.
And then, near the end of the debate, she lost her shit.
She started practically yelling at Sarko. When the moderator (who was ineffective for most of the debate) tried to move it on, she refused, screaming about how she wasn't angry.
I was almost embarrassed for her.
Interesting viewing, that's for sure. Current Mood: hungry
|Tuesday, April 24th, 2007|
|Sur les Elections
En fin, les Royalistes avez decider que c'est plus important d'etre dans le deuxieme tour, que d'arreter Sarkozy de gagner le presidentiel.
J'espere qu'ils sont contents.
|Friday, April 6th, 2007|
|Sur ma Levre Supiereure
It has not been since shortly after University - September 2000 if I recall - that my ever-changing facial hair has been arranged into sideburns; or more properly mutton chops. After that I did the sucide-bomber beard for far too long, a full beard, burns and 'stache, a chin strap, handlebars, and even the anti-goatee (not necessarilly in that order, and certainly not limited to once per type). Thinking back, it's probably been the better part of half a decade since my upper-lip, complete with parallel razor-scars has been visible to any member of the public not residing in my facial hair. (For the record, I imagine that to be approximately everybody.)
Aparently though, I still have a lip - and the scars (the result of shaky hands combined with an Excel dual-blade disposable) seem to have faded noticeably. Not sure how long I'll keep it, but there ya go and here ya are. Anybody wishing to experience this occurance rarer than a groundhog seeing its shadow in Antarctica on its nominal day should probably get themselves to France poste-haste.
As an aside, my right thumb has clearly been broken. Anybody have any idea how that happened? Current Mood: summery
|Saturday, March 31st, 2007|
|Sur les Choses Tres Bons
IN AT NIAGARA WINEMAKING!!!!!
Three words kids:
Boo. Yah. Kah. That is all.
In other news, people who clap in movie theatres (when the filmmaker isn't there) are idiots, and pink is an arrogant colour. Current Mood: accomplished
|Thursday, March 29th, 2007|
|Sur un Retour au Commencement Jusqu'a le Fin.
Politics is a strange sport - and make no mistake, although the stakes may be higher than a name on a trophy, it is nevertheless a sport. As with any sport, there are different positions to be played, from the stars to the roleplayers, from the candidate to the handler to the grunt volunteers.
I've been in politics for a long while, nearly half my life, and I've played most of the roles. I've started as a teenaged kid delivering flyers and licking stamps, I've ran campaigns, I've lobbied voters; I've even been a candidate once long ago. It's often easy to forget about some of the more fundamental roles.
A fortnight ago, I started all over; a fortnight ago, I began stuffing envelopes for Francois Bayrou and the UDF. It's French Presidential Election time!
Stuffing envelopes (and more recently, folding flyers) has been an eye-opener. Conversations with the other (mostly senior-citizen) volunteers has certainly helped me get an idea of the French polity; issues are looked at rather differently here - the system works radically differently too.
More to come.
|Thursday, March 8th, 2007|
|Sur les Traductions
It was a bad idea, wrapped in a stupid move, shoved head first inside a foolish notion. Let this be a lesson to everybody climbing 270 uneven marble steps with a gimpy knee is a BAD idea. Especially when the spiralness of the steps makes using your cane nearly impossible. Especially when one is afraid - deathly so - of heights. Especially when one's camera is in Ireland.
Yeah. So not the best idea I've ever had. But what choice was there? It was free. And the view, such that I was able to see when not cowering in fear, was lovely. I was rather surprised by the number of peaks that the Bordelais buildings had.
Speaking of which, I was in a used book shop today. Oh, how I love used book shops - truly, madly, and completely. Decided to pick up Camus's 'L'etranger'. While about to pay for it, I noticed a book behind the counter: 'Le Dictionaire de Diable'. I asked if it was by Ambrose Bierce - it wasn't. But, said the slightly gnomish man behind the counter, he did recall seeing it elsewhere.
Off he went, into the area created by the bay window. Rummaging deep through piles of books; I stared in amazement at his recall of not only what books he had, but of where they were; the shelves were all stacked at least two deep - this was not the paragon of organisation (or at least didn't appear it, though actions would dictate otherwise). When he finally surfaced, there it was: Ambrose Bierce's 'Devil's Dictionary' - or rather 'Le Dictionaire de Diable' par Ambrose Bierce - a true classic.
This amazed me. How does one translate a dictionary, let alone something like the Devil's Dictionary? Do you change the order of entries to suit the new alphabetising, or keep them?
It'll be an interesting read. Current Mood: confused
|Monday, February 19th, 2007|
|Sur les Dinners
I love dinner parties. I love having them; I love going to them; I love eating at them; I don't so much like cleaning up after them, but you gotta do what you gotta do.
Cooking for people is a pleasure - and what better excuse to do so than for having your sister* visit you in Europe?
So for the meat-eaters amongst us (the pescarians were invited, but there wasn't much that they'd appreciate), a feast. Duck chips (actually fries made with potato, but fried in duck-fat for that delicious flavour) with a mustard-vinegrette glaze for the first course. The main was tabouli salad, grilled red peppers and shallots, and confit of duck. Then some cheese for those interested (I wasn't, for obvious reasons), and then sour candies (compliments of my sister).
It was good. It was very good.
I really need to have more of these. Current Mood: relaxed
|Friday, February 9th, 2007|
|Sur les Idees Fixees
I think it's time for a new obsession. It's been months, at least, since I've fixated on something and let it suck up and destroy my life.
I think this time, it will be pens. Fountain pens to be specific. Fountain pens and ink to be more precise. Yes, that should do.
Horridly expensive suckers though. Although I did find a really neat iridescent blue Parker on sale at Bordeaux Stylos. Only 45€. Woot. Yes, I just said 'only' when talking about potentially spending 45€ on a pen. Ahhh, obsession.
In other news, there are at least four different magazines dedicated to pens and ink. Clearly this is not a new obsession for many. I also need to get the Noodler's Blue Ghost ink, being as it's an invisible (black light) ink. Yes. Thane wants.
edit: In other other news, I'm happy. I have somebody to cuddle with, and despite my best efforts, I havn't buggered it up yet. Current Mood: obsessed
|Saturday, February 3rd, 2007|
|Sur un Method de Pedre un Debat Sur Lse Intarwebz
Attention morons: Lawyers, especially those with time to waste online, like to argue. They also like justice. It really isn't difficult to gain their sympathy if you try.
That said, going on an internet forum full of lawyers and complaining about how your boss is 'jewing you on your salary' is probably not the best way to gain sympathy. These are lawyers, children, and a lot of them are Yids.
*sigh* Amusing though. Amusing, but not terribly productive.http://www.lawbuzz.ca/index.php?showtopic=4960
|Thursday, February 1st, 2007|
It appears, as of today, that for the first time in eight years, I can now look forward to spending my September (and many months afterwards) in an Institutionalised Learning Environment.
As many of you probably know, I've applied to a few Ontarian law schools for the upcoming year. I have not heard back from them as of yet - although, coincidentally enough, today is the first day that one of them, UOttawa, will begin mailing out rejection letters. I have also, partly as a lark; partly as a back-up; and partly out of genuine interest, applied to a number of other schools: Niagara College's Winemaking programme, George Brown's Culinary Management (Chef School) programme, and three J-schools (Centenial, Humber, and Niagara). Today (in the first hour of eligibility), George Brown let me know that they'd love to have me as a student. Most of the J-schools want me to write a grammar test, which would be laughably easy were I actually anywhere near Canada - we'll see how those work out.
So for now, I wait. But it looks like September will be a time of lugging books (and possibly knives) around again.
EDIT 18:05 EST: In at Niagara College J-School.
|Sunday, January 14th, 2007|
|Sur Monsieur Beckham, Qui Est le Nouveau Monsieur Gretzky
Dublin is going smashingly... I think I had more to write about that, but it's not coming to me right at this moment, sadly. I have been taking photos, but that will have to wait for my return before I decide if I can be bothered to post them... I think you'll like them, especially the one about one of our former PMs.
I have just met your exact Irish double. It's rather spooky actually.
(Having been away from LiveJournal for most of the past week I'm going to assume that somebody else has noted this previously, but) Has anybody else noted the eerie similarities between the Beckham transfer and the Gretzky trade back in the 80s? Both have been considered (although for both it has been argued) the best player in their respective sports of their time. Both lead their first teams to Championships. Both were moved while playing in a league that was not the one with whom they started their pro careers. Both got moved to LA, and in both cases the hope is that they will popularise their sports with the USian public. It should be interesting - at least we know that Toronto FC will sell out one game next season. Sure Beckham might be a bit older than Gretzky was, but beyond that...