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?

Charlotte

Thursday Night Boggle

...the fun continues

Yellery (six letters!)- a place where one yells

Weller - one who constructs wells

Jewy - demonstrating Jewish qualities

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.

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.

Charlotte

Announcing...

The 2010-2011 Anna Karenina Off!

The Contestants: Charlotte and Sally

The Book: Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina translated by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky

The Parameters: 817 pages, 36 days. Whoever gets the furthest in the book wins.

The Dates: December 19 to January 24

The Prize: A dinner at the winner’s restaurant of choice.

What People are Saying:  "It's gonna be a long trek in the arid Tolstoy desert"; "Well, really there are no winners, just a couple of well-read losers".

Note: If a contestant miraculously finishes the whole book before January 24, they are to inform Mediator Maya, who will officially end the contest and announce the victor. 

Two Illustrated Questions:

1.

What is happening to the world?

 2.

Why are the Germans the only one with an exclamation point?

To venture an answer to either, try the comments.

Charlotte

Sally

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live with a Linguistics major with a passion for ceramics? I knew you did. Well, today's your lucky day: I'm going to share my experience with you.

This is Sally:

Sally's an expert at ceramic glazes and when I say expert, I mean the girl's a pro. So much so, in fact, that she helps some people with their ceramic thesis projects, which results in conversations such as these:

Charlotte: What did you do today?

Sally: Well, I was helping this girl with her thesis project.

Charlotte: Yeah?

Sally: Yeah, she's making cups shaped like breasts and we spent hours finding the perfect areolar color.

Sally also does things like x-bar theory, which is when you take a sentence and put it in some sort of tree diagram and sometimes it takes her hours to do one sentence and she gets really frustrated and will go slightly crazy. And sometimes when I wake up in the morning, I find things like this on the kitchen counter:

When I asked her about this, she answered that she didn't even remember writing it; she was on an x-bar high.

Charlotte