Suspended

Mark of the beast

I do love a good series

Inadvertently had a collection

In transit/ castles and Adriatic winds/ bathtub that I fit in! (no cold knees sticking out)

I am sorry that I started this than failed to continue to give.
I have arrived in Zagreb and it is my first morning with promising adventures to come. Right now I look out the window and see the tower of a castle. That is so awesome.
More to come soon and recap of my last days in Paris.

Slow the fuck down/ new kicks/ The little things

Yesterday was a day of walking. My intention was to walk all over my favorite place - Le Marais. I did so in my big kicking boots with the UGHboot-like-fur around the rim. I arrive in Le Marias at 2 in the afternoon with one goal in mind, to find one of my favorite stores - Les Petites. I did not find the store till 4:30 and my feet were in such pain by this point. These images will explain why;



Notice the square straightness of the streets of Portland (like most cities in the US) and the zig zag streets of Paris? yes, I knew this and could have asked for directions but then I would have given away my position. Plus I was determined to walk. I did stop in a few other shops that caught my fancy or brought back memories from before. I got a falafell - cabbage and veggies and falaffel balls with some godly sauce on top all snuggled together in a warm pita pocket. I used to get these everytime I went to Le Marais. The man giving out the tickets in line told me his friend is in love with me, I turned and this beautiful older French man was staring at me. So of course I got scared, giggled nervously and turned around to get my falaffel.
I took many sitting breaks for the sake of saving my feat. Once I finally stumbled upon Les Petit, feet internally bleeding, I found these lovelies who cried for me to take them home;




I asked if it would be weird to wear them right away and they said no, so I did.
I than left to meet with my friend Nicole, my favorite friend that I met when I lived here. I spent a lot of time together before and it was like nothing had changed. She now has a little girl - Mathilde - who she found out was pregnant just before I left France. I almost started to cry when I found out that her middle name is Annie, she said because I was the first to know. Antoinne cannot know this right now though as she told him it is after his grandmothers name. We went to a pub and talked for over three hours straight. I will go stay at her place this weekend.

The little things that erupt nostalgic emotion;
The smell of the laundry soap
The gyspsies who sing on the metro
Getting lost in the streets but not caring
Recollecting moments with Nicole
Tea in bowls

TONIGHT; we go out on the town.....
Shelbi my love - we are going to a place that has fur on the walls, yes, like Barbarella.

Plane Passengers/ Windows and Plants/ Papa saved the day

It has been three years since I made a post on this blog from France.
Lets start from the best place, the begining.

4am : woke up
445: drive to airport
5am : got in line
510: passport, debt, credit and liscense not in wallet .
530: father comes to rescue with all items that I left in copier.
550: heart begins to beat normally.
620 : left the country

First plane ride, from Portand to Vancouver BC, I sat by a very large man who talked my ear off about his travels and that I should go Vegan. He said he is vegan because milk is so bad for you and it will certainly clog my artieries. He said I need to wach a movie called ''Forks over Knives''. While he is telling me about the wonderfulness that is veganism we were handed some air plane pretzels that tasted like burnt fake butter - first ingredient; ARTIFICIAL BUTTER FLAVORING. He read the ingridents and said ''this is not vegan'' but continued to eat the bag and asked if I was gong to eat mine, I gave them to him.
Next plane ride; Van BC to Montreal 4 hours. I sat next to a little girl about ten years old. Her mother sat behind us who was always reaching her hand over the seat to hand her daughter food or something. This plane had the tv's on the backs of the seats. I was looking for something short to watch and found a stand up comedy show. Some bald famous guy that plays on that show where there is money in a suitecase and women stand on stairs with suitcases and you have to guess the amount was on. He started his act asking why doctors have to stick their fingers up his ass. It was a lengthy number all about his rectum... I looked over and saw that the little girl appartently wanted to watch what I was watching and had begun the same comedy show... dear god. So I fast forwarded to show that I wasn't interested and than finally turned it off.
Next plane, Montreal to Paris, 7 hours. No one was next to me. A French man with a large witch like nose sat in the isle seat. He kept staring at me. Gave me his chocolate cake cause he is allergic. Later offered me a piece of chocoloate.
Arrived in Paris at 9 in the morning. I had been awake since 4 am. I can't sleep on planes... Got my suitcase and found a kiosk that sold magazines and ciggarettes, so I knew I could buy minutes for my french phone. The man was very helpful of course and once I got the minutes in he called himself on my phone and said ''now you have my number''.

Got on the metro. I smelled like death. One who has been in this position would understand what state my head was in by this point. Got to William by noon. I took a shower and he said we were going to get some beers and go to where they skate. He likes my new coat very much (he likes my black cape even more, so much so that when he left for school today he wore it). He said we were to take his motor bike and I peed my pants with excitement (not really but many butterflies were flying in my tummy). Passed the Eifle Tower on motor bike.
My computer is not working here.... something about the IP address not being found... lame. So I am sure there are many spelling mitakes on this as its a french key board and french spell check does not recognize any of these words so its all underlined in red.
Bought my ticket to Croatia, March 8th till March 16th - my heart hurts thinking about going home. William has been more gracious than I ever could have imagined. Its all about the little things. He always holds the doors open for me and I go in first. He wants to show me everything. I had such a different view of everything before this. My anthropology education is proving to be most beneficial.
I am off to visit my favorite shopping area; Le Marais

As the Netslilik Eskimo, Samik, told Knud Rasmussen

"Oh!
You strangers only see us happy and free of care. But if you knew the horrors we often have to live through, you would understand too why we are so fond of laughing, why we love food and song and dancing. There is not one among us who has not experienced a winter of bad hunting, when many people starved to death around us and when we ourselves only pulled through by accident. But then how should one who is well and has eaten his fill be able to understand the madness of hunger? We only know that we all want so much to live."

very pretty pretty pretty

boxes

Radiohead - Lotus Flower

you got a face with a view

Did I find you or did you find me?

Cali Swag District - Teach Me How To Dougie

Destino - Salvador Dalí & Walt Disney‏

oh it never ends!

and your pretty, you can do whatever you want.

Asian Celebrities

Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros - Home (JVTP)

Wishery (Disney Remix)

my form is my function!

Nathan, at one of the outlying tables
His feet tangled up in the disc jockeys cables
Surveyed the room as unseen as a ghost
While he mulled over what me might say for his toast
Thought the couple had asked him for this benediction
Seemed at odds with them parking him here by the kitchen
Though he turned up at all seemed a surprise
Not just to him, it was there in the eyes of the guests
Who had seen a mirage and drew near
Then covered their shock, with a “… Nathan... you’re here”?
And then silence, they had nothing to say beyond that
A few of the braver souls
Lingered to chat
They all knew, it was neither nor mystery
That he and the couple had quiet an odd history
Their bonds were a tangle of friendship and sex
Josh his best pal once, and Patti, his ex
For a while he could barley go out in the city
Without being a punch line, or object of pity
“Poor Nathan” had virtually become his new name
And so he showed up just to show he was game
Though his invite was late, a forgotten addendum
For Nathan, there could be no more velar referendum
That he need but endure through this evening and then
He would likely not see josh and Patti again
Josh’s sister was speaking, a princess in peach
Nathan dug in his pocket to study his speech
He poured over barteleets for couplets to filch
He stayed up till three still came up with zilch
Except for instructions he’d underscored twice
Just two words in length and those words were; “be nice”
Too often he thought our emotions betray us
And reason departs once were up on the dais
He’d witnessed uncomfortable moments where others had lost their way quickly
Where sisters and brothers had gotten too prickly
And prepped their babbling with stories of benders or lesbian dabbling
Or spot on impressions of mothers-in-laws
In which true Nathan thought always garnered guffaws
The price seemed too high with the laugh seldom cloaking
Hostility, masquerading as joking
No, he’d swallow his rage and bank all his fire
He knew that in his case the bar was set higher
Folks were just waiting for him to erupt
They’d be hungry for blood even though they had supped
They’d want tears or some other unsightly reaction
And Nathan would not give them that satisfaction
Though Patti a harlett, and josh was a lought
At least Nathan knew what he’d not talk about
I won’t wish them divorce, or than they wither and sicken
Or that tonight, that they choke on their salmon or chicken.
I won’t mention that time when the cottage lost power
In that storm on the cape and they left for an hour
And they thought it was just the cleverest roost
Too pretend it took that long to just switch out the fuse
Or that time that josh advised me with so much insistence
That I should grant Patti a little more distance
The worst I could os was hamper and crowd her
That if Patti felt stifled she’d just take a powder
That a plant needs its space just as much as its water
And I shouldn’t give Patti that ring that I’d bought her
Which in retrospect only elicits a gosh,
I hardly deserved a friend like you, Josh.
No I won’t spill those beans or make myself foolish
To satisfy appetites venial and ghoulish
I will not be the blot on this hellish affair
And with that Nathan pushed out and rose from his chair
And just by the tapping of knife against crystal
All eyes turned his way, like he’d fired off a pistol
“Joshua, Patricia, dear family and friends…
A few words if you will, before everything ends.
You’ve promised to honor, to love, and obey
We’ve quaffed our champagne and been cleansed by sorbet
All in endorsement of your ‘hers and his-dom’,
So now let me add my two cents worth of wisdom
I was wracking my brain, sitting here at this table
Until I remembered this suitable fable
That gets at a truth, though it may well destrot us
So here with the tale of the scorpion and the tortoise;
The scorpion was ham strung, his tail all aquiver
Just how would he manage to get across the river?
The waters so deep, he observed with a sigh
Which pricked at the ears of the tortoise nearby
“Well why don’t you swim? Ask the slow moving fellow
“Unless you’re afraid, I mean, what are you, yellow”?
“It isn’t a matter of fear or of whim”
said the scorpion, “But that I don’t know how to swim”
“Ah, forgive me, I didn’t mean to be glib
When I said that I figured you were an amphibian”
“No offense taken,” the scorpion replied,
But how about you help me to reach the far side?
You swim like a dream, and you have what I lack
What say you rake me across on your back”?
“I’m really not sure that that’s the best thing to do”
Sad the tortoise, “now that I see that it’s you.
You’v a less than ideal reputation proceeding
There talk of your victims all poisoned and bleeding
You’re the scorpion and how can I say this? But well,
I just don’t feel safe with you riding my shell
The scorpion replied, “What would killing you prove?
We’d both drown, so tell me how would that behoove me?
To basically die at my very own hand, when all I desire is to be on dry land?”
The tortoise considered the scorpion’s defense
When he gave it some thought it made perfect sense
The niggling voice in his mind he ignored
And he swam to the bank and called out “climb aboard”.
But just a few moments from when they set sail,
The scorpion lashed out with his venomous tail
The tortoise too late understood that he’d blundered
When he felt his flesh stabbed and his carpe sundered
As he fought for his life he said, “Tell me why you have done this? For now we both surely will die!”
“I don’t know!” cried the scorpion,
“You never should you trust a creature like me
Because poison I must
I’d claim some remorse or at least some compunction
But I just can’t help it, my form is my function!”
You thought I would behave like my cousin the crab
But unlike him it is but my nature to stab
The tortoise expired with one final quiver
And then both of them sank, swallowed up by the river.
The tortoise was wrong to ignore all his droughts’
Because in the end friends, our natures will out
Nathan paused, cleared his throat, took a sip of his drink,
He needed these extra few seconds to think
The room had gone frosty, the tension was growing.
Folks wondered precisely where Nathan was going
The prospects of skirting fiasco seemed dim
But what he said next, surprised even him
“So what can we learn from their watery ends?
Is there some lesson on how to be friends?
I think what it means is that central to living a life that is good
Is a life that’s forgiving.
We’re creatures of contact, regardless of whether we kiss or we wound.
Still we must come together
Though it may spell destruction, we still ask for more
Since it beats staying dry but, so lonely on shore
So we make ourselves open, while knowing full well
It’s essentially saying, “please, come here’s my shell”.
Silence, doesn’t paint the depth of quiet in that room
There was no clinking stem wear toasting to the bride or groom
You could have heard a petal as it landed on the floor
And in that stillness, Nathan turned, and walked out the door.