While I applaud your efforts to shed light on illegal government activities, from what I’ve read/seen, all you’ve done with your recent dump of diplomatic cables is make public a lot of personal information that has little value outside of embarrassing people and ruining relationships.
One of my favorite things to do is make a hot pocket. You know, when you are really REALLY cold so you tuck in all the ends of your blanket and you go inside it and breathe for awhile so that your breath warms it all up. Then you let your head protrude so you can breathe again and keep all the warmness inside on your body.
Your Alternative: Find someone to cuddle with
Also: Writing this from inside a hot pocket. I call these ones ‘tents’. The blanket hangs off my laptop, which is on my stomach, and drapes onto my head for a tent effect. Nice.
I went to a class on winetasting the other night.. Sooo French right!? It was very informative, and we were taught how to hold the wineglass, observe the wine before you drink it, smell it before you drink it, and then finally drink it (but not really drink it). Here are some of the things I learned.. Don’t be amused if you already knew them, I am absolutely no classy wine connoisseur..
When you swirl it in your glass, you are looking at how fat the residue is on the sides and how long the legs take to drip down/how many layers of legs there are. The more residue, the better (the residue is glycerin, and that means there was a lot of sugar in the wine to begin which, which is good!)
When you swirl it before you smell it, it’s to let oxygen into the wine to release all the different scents. You’ll notice that your whiff before you swirl and your whiff after you swirl are wildly different. Before - one overpowering smell. After - you can distinguish at least a few different fruits or spices.
When you taste it, you don’t actually swallow it! First you take it into your mouth and swish it all around to let it tingle your different taste buds. This is how you can tell how ‘dry’ the wine is - if it gives your cheeks that lil sucking feeling. Then you hold your head level, open your mouth slightly, and breathe in through your mouth, out through your nose. This allows you to taste ALL the different flavors in the wine. It’s truly astonishing. And then you spit the wine out so you don’t get drunk before you try all the other types of wine. Apparently nothing more can be distinguished from the wine by swallowing it, because your throat has no such sensors. Interesting.
Anyways so the next night I was opening a bottle of wine and I got so fucking excited to use my new skills. Unfortunately, my wine smelled and tasted like pure alcohol; there was no subtle honey, blueberry, or lychee scent or flavor like I had so enjoyed the previous night.. I guess that has something to do with the fact that I always get the 1 euro bottle. My winetasting teacher said never to buy under 4 euro or else it’s shit. Oh well.
My friend posted this on facebook a little ago, and I got to reading it.. Very interesting. This guy makes 66k bones a year for writing thousands of pages on any subject you could imagine, anonymously. Check it outttt
Absolutely one of my top five favorite feelings. The academic workload in Paris has been minimal compared to what I’m usually doing in New Orleans, so I haven’t experienced this feeling in a long time :(
A colloquial term they don’t mention in the article which is the one I most commonly use is “on a roll”
I walked to a bookstore near Notre Dame tonight in search of some reading. I haven’t read a book since I got to Europe and the effects on my soul and emotional well-being have been subtle but jarring. I walked in and immediately picked up Zeitoun, a nonfiction account by Dave Eggers of a Muslim couple living in New Orleans and their post-Hurricane Katrina struggle with the war on terror. I can’t stress more how fucking good it feels to feed words into my system again. It’s been months. But that’s besides the point of this post.
As I pushed the door open to leave the bookshop, the sleeve of my coat caught momentarily on the handle, and the button on my sleeve, which was already dangerously loose, was ripped off. It fell with a noticeable tinkle onto the cobblestone. There had been a reading at the bookshop, so the interior and exterior were both crowded with people sipping wine and making conversation. Already in a solitary mood, I didn’t feel at all like stopping to crouch and peer around the dozens of legs to search for my missing button. For a millisecond, I toyed with the idea of stopping, but I walked on. I felt that somebody must have seen and heard my button fall by them and would pick it up and return it to me, as I would if I had seen it happen.
I often concoct these exaggerated, over-symbolic tests in my mind where I use a seemingly unimportant random happening to represent a much larger assumption about humankind or the world. I’ll watch an obviously wealthy couple across the street walk by a woman crouched on the corner begging and think, “If they give her a few coins, then there IS some humanity and empathy left in this world.” Things like that, which must seem to anybody else ridiculous and unfair, but that to my twisted logic, make perfect sense. And so I did that tonight with the button, thinking somewhere along the lines that if somebody did bother to retrieve my button and return it to me as I walked away, then there ARE manners and common courtesy and just nice people in general all around me.
I walked ten steps and nothing happened. I started to regret my decision, lamenting the loss of my button, which was one of a special pair that I’d bought and sewed onto my coat to replace the boring buttons that came with it. Now I’d have to buy a new pair and replace the remaining button as well.
Twenty steps and still nothing. I resolved myself to the fact that I wasn’t getting that button back and assumed that a couple people had probably seen the button-loss, murmured amongst themselves “That girl just lost her button, I think that’s it right there by your feet”, and watched my retreating figure carelessly.
I was starting to look around my pockets and bag for my iPod and cigarettes when I heard running footsteps behind me. Then I heard, “Mademoiselle!” A young man came around my right side and stopped dead in my path. “Votre bouton!” He handed me my button. I thanked him and wished him a good evening, and we went our separate ways.
Walking away, I felt immensely satisfied. Humankind had passed my obscure, esoteric, highly personal little mental test. In retrospect, I imagined that perhaps he had seen the incident, realized that I wasn’t going to search for my button or perhaps hadn’t realized its loss, and spent a few moments looking for it himself and retrieving it for me, which would explain the approximately twenty second delay.
Seeing the Gorillaz in Dublin on Thursday, and then to Copenhagen for Sensation White on Saturday. Need to find a white coat before I leave or I’ll have to choose between wearing no coat and freezing my ass off or wearing a black coat and not getting let into Sensation.. Hope I make it out of this weekend alive.
John got really into this guy a couple weeks ago and kept telling me to listen to him, and like a true fool I ignored his advice. I downloaded his first album two days ago (all his work is available for free download on his site) and since then have been freshly obsessed. Yesterday was an f’in insane day and I cannot tell you how much ‘Bumpkin’ got me through that. My favorites in order are Bumpkin, Minted, and Extra Time. Runner-up (slow jam) - Copulate. Still jams but jams at a slower rate. John’s is ‘Mornin’. ENJOY
“You seriously didn’t tell us it was your birthday? We have to do something. Tu es une petite truie.”—Text from my friend Flo, after he saw that it was my birthday on Facebook, which it wasn’t, because my other friend Zach changed it to the next day, resulting in a lot of embarrassingly mistaken birthday wishes. Clever. (Translation: you are a little pig. As if I wouldn’t tell my friends about my birthday. Psh.)
“Oh it makes my soul feel fantastic. Especially the last part of the song. It just seals the deal for me. Soooo good! Soothes my soul and makes me feel good to be alive and able”—John, on ‘Mornin’ by Star Slinger. I just downloaded one of his albums and it is fantastic. Posting one of his songs that I’m obsessed with tomorrow. All are available for free download here
This was apparently pretty big in 2000 and at some point had Gwen Stefani involved. I’m really glad she’s not anymore because I watched the music video and I really didn’t like it. However, apparently it’s supposed to be a parody of other styles of music videos and even won an MTV Music Video award.
I LOVE the non-Gwen version of the song because it’s better than any other song at evoking certain feelings in me; namely, that the current moment I’m in is part of a movie montage (meant to convey what has happened over a general period of time by showing certain key images to music, instead of showing the actual time itself), that I’m moving on from one chapter of my life to the next, that I’m growing up as a person, that I’m traveling (even if I’m not, but this is great to put on repeat when I’m on a train), and other wistful memory and journey-based feelings. I wonder if anybody else feels that way when they listen to it. Let me know, and make sure you listen to the whole thing or at least through a couple choruses. The beginning is different from the rest.
PS Thanks to Dangerous for sending me the non-Gwen version :)
here we are now going to the south side i pick up my friends and we hope we won’t die ride at night, ride through heaven and hell come back and feel so well