Saturday, January 29, 2011

Oh, Art

I'm back in NYC.
Before coming back here, however, Mom and I spent two days in Paris where we went to Le Louvre and Le Musée D'Orsay.
This is what I found:

I know what you're thinking... this is clear copyright infringement: 

Ah yes, the invention of foie gras:

Think it over... think it oOoOoover
STOP! in the name of love
... before you break my heart.

This is not where I'd chose to rest my head.

The God of symbolism barfed here:

Monty Python, anyone?


Thursday Night Boggle

...the fun continues

Yellery (six letters!)- a place where one yells
Weller - one who constructs wells
Jewy - demonstrating Jewish qualities

Sunday, January 16, 2011

A lovely day at JFK

I'm in an airport. I'm supposed to be on my flight, on the way to Denmark, where the train that's supposed to take me to Lund and my house and my boyfriend and the dinner I had mentally planned (salmon!) was.

Little did I know that the plane to Denmark suffered from mechanical errors. I also knew very little about the supposed plan to tell me about this in Atlanta so that I could be rebooked onto a flight to Newark instead of JFK and continue directly from there. What I DO know is that people can be idiots, and that now I have been delayed a full day. I also know that if all goes well I will be on my way to France in a few hours.

I have become very aware of strong negative emotions about airlines. Especially Delta airlines. And Continental. And maybe even KLM. Actually most airlines except for Lufthansa, because they just kind of chill out. I now also know why they have such rigorous security checks. The next time I fly I believe I will pack pressurized substances, dangerous chemicals and weapons specifically to test said controlls, and if they don't stop me I may or may not use the pressurized substances to attack them.  In their faces.

Also Charlotte, I can't believe you like borscht. I mean come on.

It also just struck me that whether you are in France or New York, I am/will be much closer to you physically than usual.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Missing the Fancy Pants

I am back in Marseille, the motherland.
Rather than writing about France, however, I shall be writing about something that is sitting in my pantry in my apartment in New York, the foster motherland.

A few months (yes, months) back, I came across this can of beets.
Now I like beets a lot. In fact, you might say that I'm quite the beet fiend. And borscht too for that matter, but that makes sense since borscht is essentially mashed-up beets.
I know what you're thinking, oh inquisitive reader: "If you like them so much, why haven't you eaten them yet?"
The answer is: I'm just not fancy enough.