The Old and the New

2006 is almost over, and I wonder what'll happen next year, the day after tomorrow. Where will I travel? Who will I love? Where will I work? What will I write about?

The other night, on the subway, there were some teenage guys and a girl who were giving quite a performance, singing, or rapping. Not for money or anything like that, it was only because they found such joy in it. And they sure had rhythm. One of them gave me a nervous glance and asked me what I thought. I told him I thought they were great, and he gave me a happy smile.

I have been reading Paul Auster and Joan Didion during my Christmas vacation. They sure don't waste any words. I wish I could write like that. Maybe I can. Next year I will try at any event, I'd like to have my own book published.

Here's another picture from Paris by the way.

Almost Christmas

It's my last day at work this year, and I'm not going to lie. It feels great! Still no internet at home though, so pictures from Paris and other amusements will have to wait for a couple of days.

Merry Christmas to y'all!!

Day three without internet, and counting

I still haven't got internet working in my new apartment. Otherwise I'm very happy there, and things are going my way at work, finally. Friday was supposed to be my last day, but they don't want me to go, and are begging me to stay. I want to stay if I can do something different. That's what I've been telling them, and now they are willing to give me something I'd like to do. So I will stay, part time, and study at the university the rest of the time. Right now everything would be great, were it not for my messy love life. Will there ever be a time when everything is going well, simultaneously.

Leaving and Gaining

It's my last night in my old apartment. Although I never really liked it, I feel somewhat sad. No, it's not sadness, it's a lingering melancholy. Listening to Sophie Zelmani only heightens the feeling.

But at the same time, I'm excited, and full of anticipation. I feel like my life is taking off in a new direction, and that wonderful things will happen. It has been in many ways a bad year, with a few bright spots, but next year will be different. It's like I've been on autopilot, but now I'm taking charge of my life again.

And to celebrate, here's another photography from Paris! Notre Dame this time.

A Rather Moving Story

Here's yet another photograph from Paris, of a particular boulangerie, or bakery. On the right you can see the back of my darling J.

I'm moving tomorrow, so this evening I'm putting away all my books and cds in boxes. I don't like that. My books are not to be put in boxes, they are to be read, or to be put on display in bookshelves. If possible I would prefer to take one book at a time, move them all separately. I wonder if anyone would volunteer to help?

When Francois Truffaut was a young man he left all his beloved books to a friend, for him to guard, while petit Francois was in custody. One day he got a letter from his poor friend, who told him that he had sold most of the books in order to get some desperately needed money. When reading that story my heart ached. For both of them.

Only one week left at work now. Will I sleep for a whole week after Christmas, or just the half week?

It's Friday, and I wish you all a jolly weekend.

Pictures From a Bubble

Things changes so quickly in my life now, but I'm beginning to relax at bit. Finally, I might add.

I have promised pictures from Paris, and here are some. Enjoy!

Picture 3 - Tour Eiffel

Picture 2 - Arc de Triomphe Etoile

Picture 1 - Metro

Life like a bubble

For five days I was in Paris with the best companion one could hope for, my darling darling J. We had a spectacular time. I've been to Paris many times before, but on my own. This time it was with a woman. It was very different, and rather wonderful. For five days we were like in a bubble, removed from all troubles of our everyday existence. Apart for the weather, everything was perfect.

But that was then, now I'm back at my depressing job. Only ten days left, I know, but still. Ten days can be a terribly long time sometimes.

What will happen next? I feel like too much is happening all at once. My stomach is feeling it at any event. It (he?) has not been happy since I got back home. I'm moving soon, I'm quitting soon, and my lovelife is more fraught than ever before. When will it all settle down? Hopefully in January. I think I need a long vacation, away from everything and everyone. Five days in Paris was pure bliss, but I need to get away for real. Probably all by myself.

I bought a cd in Paris with the music of Ennio Morricone. It truly is magnificent, and I've been playing in constantly since I got back. He's a genius, and composing still, even though he just turned 78. I wonder what it feels like when a concert hall is flooded with your own music.

Paris

Paris is just as wonderful as always. I have no time to write, and this keyboard is a mess, but trust me when I say that I am having a ball! I have taken a lot of photographs that will be yours to enjoy shortly. Keep calm!