I’m not a musician. Merriam-Webster Online defines it as “a composer, conductor, or performer of music; especially instrumentalist. I think we can all agree that this definition does not fit me. I am, however, a writer, and sometimes I do find myself writing what some people may consider songs. Continue reading “[Day 287] Musings on Music”
[Day 286] The Museum of Modern Crap
While in Paris, my grandmother was especially keen to take me to the Pompidou Museum of modern art, because she felt it was more my kind of thing than the Louvre. (Yeah, it definitely was. The Lourve was big, old, and boring. And all of the paintings were of Jesus! Nothing against Jesus or anything, but sheesh, isn’t there anything else to paint??) I’m a fan of impressionism and Van Gogh and things of that nature, and although I’m not big on Picasso some kinds of abstract art and cubism are pretty interesting. However, though some of the things in the Pompidou were really neat, I was dismayed at what has become called “art”. Continue reading “[Day 286] The Museum of Modern Crap”
[Day 285] Travelblargh
I’ll post an art rant tomorrow. I doubt I’ll make a video because I won’t be dressed the entire day. Not like naked, but wearing PJs. And stuff.
Oh. My. GOD. I hate airplanes.
Sorry.
[Day 284] Eugenia part 14
[Day 283] Eugenia part 13
[Day 282] They set me loose upon the city
It’s kind of long, but I like it. So whatevs. Only two more days 🙁
[Day 281] Housekeeping in Paris
I’m taking a quick writing break, because I have a feeling I’m going to be writing for a while today, and I decided to get some housekeeping done. In writing news, since Thursday, I’ve written 2749 words, which amounts to about eight pages. That doesn’t sound like much at first, but if you’re a writer, you know that it’s pretty good. Especially when the project this is being added to has been on pause for several weeks. Like I tweeted… I am NEVER leaving. Continue reading “[Day 281] Housekeeping in Paris”
[Day 280] Paris Souvenirs are Dirty
No pun or subtlety in the title today. I want to talk about exactly what it says: French souvenir shops are perverted.
It seems like every single shop I go into has the same things; hats, I <3 Paris shirts, and Paris purses. I expected all that. But what I didn’t expect were the sex cubes (a different position with every role!), condoms (Je t’aime!), nude playing cards (eh?), and thongs. Ok, thongs I suppose are fairly standard. But sheesh. Continue reading “[Day 280] Paris Souvenirs are Dirty”
[Day 279] Le Apartment
Woooooo
Housekeeping: I will know tomorrow if that other video I made was adequate 🙂
[Day 278] Oui Oui Paris!
I have spent almost the last 24 hours in airports or airplanes, and then upon arriving to Paris finally at 2 in the morning Colorado time, I spent about an hour at the baggage claim and then another hour in the car with a crazy French man who seemed to enjoy putting us in near-death situations. But clearly, I am alive, and so after another hour or so trolling the streets around our rented apartment, I have compiled a list of what makes you blend into Paris. Continue reading “[Day 278] Oui Oui Paris!”