Tuesday, December 22, 2009

A hodgepodge of info

Today I went to Antoni and came back with this little cute souvenir...even french pastries smoke.

This little froggie slash/ogre needs to "kick" his habit.

...or I can just help him by eating the cigarette.

...and then by eating him

And the aftermath. It was actually too sweet, I could only take a few bites.

Today, I also bought me some presents for people, gave a chocolate snowman to say thanks to my helpful pharmacist Gladys, and bought myself a few gifts for my skin:

...and I got a free calender (above) with the purchase, which brings me to another point:

So, I was trying to decide whether to buy the french vogue this month, because, frankly, the American one is much better (a surprise, I know). And it was wrapped up, so I couldn't flip through and decide. However, there was a bonus feature. You got a free 2010 calender with purchase. "Sold," I thought, since I did not yet have a calender for the new year. Well, got home, and this is what the calender consisted of:

(The cover one happened to be my month, November

The above is December. So, COME ON! I mean, I know that Europeans are more comfortable with nudity, as seen by commericals and, well, nude beaches, but give me a break. What Vogue-buying woman would want to hang this on there wall? I would understand if this was in the back of a men's magazine or if the nudity was more tastefully done in an artsy and whimsical way, like Will Cotton's paintings (yes PAINTINGS) below...

But, it wasn't. This is like a calender of strippers. And the dates were a foot note. You barely knew that it was a calender...What kind of deranged Editor in Chief cleared this decision? "Oh yes sure, women will LOVE this"--uh WHAT? I guess one of my guy friends will be getting a present soon.

...and, again, speaking of calenders, I would like to have this one:

"Spanish designer Oscar Diaz has designed a calendar that uses the capillary action of ink spreading across paper to display the date. Each month, a bottle of coloured ink spreads across a sheet of paper embossed with numbers, colouring them in as it goes." (http://www.dezeen.com/2009/07/17/ink-calendar-by-oscar-diaz/)
On a totally unrelated note. This is what I've been listening to the past few days:

Monday, December 21, 2009

Surving France with a Melody

So we all know that Penny Lane quote from Almost Famous: "...And if you ever get lonely, you just go to the record store and visit all your friends."

We also know that everyone loves top ten lists and countdowns. Before it invented the biggest disgraces to the human race of reality shows, VH1 was saved from it's deathbed by countdowns.

We also know that Passport Smiles' iPod had amnesia just after arriving in France. And since she switched computers with her father before coming to France, her iTunes are also in the USA. So, with thanks to Urban Outfitters and Nylon's free mixes and some randomly acquired songs, I have come up with some train-ride playlists. Also, thanks to UO and Nylon, I am able to understand Pitchfork's top 50 albums of 2009 list. (http://pitchfork.com/features/staff-lists/7744-the-top-50-albums-of-2009). Gossip Girl also soundtracked quite a few of these songs.

So...without further ado, here is a list of my survival songs in France:

1) "The Tenure Itch" by the Pains of Being Pure at Heart

2) "Home" by Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros

3) "I Start to Run" by White Denim

4) "Fables" by the Dodos
5) "Shiny Happy People" by R.E.M
6) "Is It Any Wonder?" by Keane
7) "Majestic" by Wax Fang
8) "Time Bomb" by the Old 97s
9) "Given to Fly" by Pearl Jam
10) "Another Saturday Night" by Sam Cooke

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Survival France Kit --as in "How I have thus far..."

Number 1: Black Tea with Honey in my adorable cup I got from Paris

Number 2: Lindt Noir Mousse au Chocolat that also happens to have a strangely good-looking, very blue-eyed chef offering you a spoonful of moose. I've gone through so many packets of this, it's only a matter of time before I have chocolate skin. Actually, that would solve some of my problems. No more worries about blushing...or sunburns.

Number 3: Since my iPod had amnesia and decided to delete all my songs, Deezer saved my life when I need me some Neko Case in my ears.

Number 4: Oh my, this one is a doozey. Skype to see and talk to my family and my friends, especially this cute, pretty lady underneath....

Number 5: The Daily Beast-- I'm an International Affairs major. I must keep current on politics...and pop culture. BIG FAT STORY

Number 6: Sparkling Water

Number 7: Harry Potter in French

Number 8: Anthropologie Candles that Ali smuggled in the country for me

Number 9- Arrested Development, my most reliable coping mechanism

Number 10- Gewurztraminer

Number 11: A cute 'ole Arizonian named Christine

...and most recently...Number 12: watching How I Met Your Mother (ah) on an illegal website that, oddly enough, the lady above gave to me

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Baby it's froid outside.

Having been down in the nostalgic dumps lately, I woke up today to a winter wonderland, but, despite my enduring love for snow, my cultural supremacist, brooding mood remained. And an extremely kind and spunky english teacher named Melanie, who I just figured out today is my age (high five!), saved me from my sorrows and took me back with her to Nancy today to show me around. It was a rough, long journey, as it was extremely cold outside (I don't know how the russians do it), and the trains were delayed because someone, supposedly, tried to commit suicide again. So we had to kill time, no pun intended, at the train station. But we eventually arrived with rosy cheeks and numb filangies.

In place Stanislas:

After finally arriving and filling our bellies, we made it to the Musee des beaux-arts de Nancy which had the exposition of Beauties and Monsters:

Basically, there are both inside of everyone. It just depends on how you look at it...

Then I did some shopping... I don't like pink, but I couldn't resist the extremely warm "Hello Kitty" socks when it's freezing outside

...Then back on the train...

...and into the snow

And I almost forgot, at the museum, I discovered an artist that I really like who comes from the Lorraine region: Emile Friant...And here is my souvenir above from him: Les Amoreux

But...to sum up, my day with Melanie lifted my spirits. Plus listening to Mermaid Avenue, drinking tea, and a hot shower helped.

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