I'm too old

...to go out on a Friday night and have nothing but beer and peanuts for dinner.

"Leave the gun, take the cannoli."

Arthouse cinema playing the 3 Godfather films on 3 consecutive nights - happy me.

Sure I'd seen them before, but not at the movies, and so far apart in time I never "got" the attention to detail and continuity, the plot lines involving secondary characters, the symbolism (oranges!) in the trilogy as a whole. What a brilliant work of art.

Several things

I love my weekly organic seasonal fruit and veggie baskets.

However we don't eat that much green salad. Cue lettuce soup, which is sort of nice but a bit insipid. Cue garlic croutons which make any soup instantly tastier.

My mother is visiting this weekend and I should be on a cleaning rampage but I can't be bothered. Will it piss off the neighbors if I procrastinate until later and start hoovering around midnight ?

I've been a lazy blogger.

That's all.

Bad food makes me angry.

Risotto with Parma ham and mozzarella, the menu said, for 17 euros. More than I want to spend on a one-course weekday lunch, but OK, fine.

A large plate appears, a small blob of pale risotto in the middle of it. Sprinkled on top, a few slivers of prosciutto-type ham, fried and crispy, and 4 little marbles of mozzarella, the kind you might toss with some cherry tomatoes to make a twee insalata caprese. The ham is tasty, but a garnish rather than a component of the dish, and the mozzarella balls are just lying there, not warm, not melting, just plopped on top of the rice like an afterthought. Mixed throughout the (rather bland) risotto itself, some diced tomato. Not a tomato sauce, not herby sun-dried tomato, just little pieces of tomato, by now warmed through by the risotto, but uncooked and out of place.

The hell ?

Cat broody

Giverny

...is oh so lovely. My last visit was 15 years ago and Monet's garden is even more beautiful than in my memories - and I want to live in his house. Really. All it needs is an ADSL connection and some modern kitchen appliances and I could move in tomorrow. Seriously, Giverny is an easy day trip from Paris and simply wonderful. The relatively new Museum of American Art is also well worth a visit - I'm impressed at how the architect managed to design a completely modern building from scratch in an old quaint village and have it blend in the landscape so well.

Playing hide n' seek

Absolute heresy.

Noticed via Tastespotting, this entry at Eternally Cool: Italian chef Filippo La Mantia has "recently been getting a lot of press for joining the ranks of Italian chefs who choose not to use garlic in their food, choosing other natural ingredients such as citrus and herbs instead."

Instead? Instead? Absurd - pile on the citrus and the herbs and the garlic. And I'll have wine with that and coffee and a cigarette afterwards and that if makes me stinky so be it. It's worth it.

Catsitting

Me:
Awwww, how sweet, Titi has come up to bed with me! She's a real purring machine, isn't she - so loud! I'm glad she seems happy. Oh I would love to have a cat of my own again. I wonder if S. would agree? He does like cats and I think he's be OK with it, but on the other hand it will make travelling difficult. On the other other hand how often do we really go away? Not often enough. But that may change in the future. In fact it will change. It had better. I'm bummed that we're not going anywhere this summer. But anyway, I would love a kitty. What vet would I go to, the one in the 11th? She's really great. But it's so far away. Dr. What's His Name close by is much more convenient. But not as friendly. Oh I don't know. He boards cats too. That could be useful. Can you say kennel if you're talking about a cat or is that only for dogs? Maybe it would be best to get 2 cats together right away, that way they can keep each other company during the day. And if they're both adopted at the same time, then they won't be jealous of each other. Isn't that right kitcat? Don't you agree? Oh she's so warm and soft and she smells so clean. Cats really are the best. Self-cleansing. Like vaginas. Oh my god did I really think that? I'm such a weirdo. Weird cat-lady. Come here, let me cuddle you some some. Ouch, not with the claws! That's better thank you. You're so cute. Look at that face. Look at that tummy. Ickle cutie cat. Yes you are. Yes you are so cute. Uh huh. Oh dear I am really losing it.


Titi the cat:
Meow*


*Feed me.

A little moan

...about the freaking weather.

After a nice properly summery weekend - and was that really too much to ask? huh? huh? - today it's November again. Temperatures have dropped 10 ° C since yesterday and it's pouring down with rain.

What's more, the air-conditioning maintenance people have set all the thermostats in the office to 16°, so here I am shivering in spite of long sleeved shirt and trousers and closed-toe shoes, listening to the rain. On August 6th. Global warming my ass.

Drama

Got my hair cut at the weekend. Hardly blog-worthy, now that it's very short and gets a trim every month or so. But I just caught a glimpse of the back of my head in a strategically placed mirror and noticed that I have a mini-mullet.

Shit, shit, shit !

Best. Thai. Curry. Ever.

...is what S made for dinner on Saturday. In fact it was so good we had the leftovers for breakfast on Sunday.

Reminded me of when we were dating (i.e. spending as many weekends together as we could afford*). We'd get more curry than we could possibly eat from the best take-away in Sheffield, have a feast, and then eat the rest cold the next morning with mugs of tea. Not everyone's idea of ideal food on a romantic weekend perhaps, but it worked out well for us.

* With heartfelt thanks to BMI Baby, purveyor of cheap fares between Paris Charles de Gaulle and Nottingham East Midlands.

Off to Gare du Nord

...in a little while to pick up the lovely Miss Cookie.

Started to make a list of things to do while she is here, but realized my list of things to do is actually a list of restaurants and food shops to visit and things to eat. I don't think she'll mind too much. Ah Paris.

2 days in Paris

Is a lovely film. I'm a sucker for movies that take place in Paris and I'm a sucker for movies about cross-cultural relationships, but having loathed Before Sunset, I went in to this one (which Julie Delpy directs as well as stars in) with lowered expectations, and came out delighted.

I could swear some of the dialogues are conversations I've had in real life, verbatim - only better, if that makes sense.

Adam Goldberg manages to play a sarcastic hypochondriac without sacrificing his masculinity - think Woody Allen-type humor, but with tattoos and a hairy chest. Julie Delpy's character is beautiful and neurotic and arty, but likeable and unpretentious.

The clichés are there (dumb American tourists! rude Parisian taxi drivers !) but Delpy has fun with them and uses them to wink at her audience rather than as the film's only comic motor, and it works.

Loved it.

Gluttony is

... walking an extra few blocks to the best boulangerie I know instead of going to any one of half a dozen perfectly decent closer ones, getting 2 lemons tarts for breakfast and one baguette, and eating half the bread, still oven-warm, on my way home.

Last night's dinner

Loup de mer, which I think is sea bass, poached.
New potatoes, just boiled in their jackets.
Sauce made of a fair amount of good butter, melted and warmed but not left to cook, finely chopped shallots, and juice of half a lemon, liberally poured over fish and potatoes. Mmmmmm.

What's in your bag ?

Inspired by a Flickr group, and my mother, who is always horrified by the weight when I ask her to hold my bag for a second.

Umbrella and sunglasses.
Plain glasses.
Lip balm and lip stick. (At least one, often more !)
A powder compact with a built-in mirror and a separate little mirror in a black velvet pouch. Why ? No idea. I don't even use the powder to touch up during the day, but it makes me feel better to have it.
Wallet and keys. (What's in my wallet is a whole other post)
Mobile phone and digital camera.
Public transportation pass and book to read in the Metro.
Waterproof hat in case of rain that warrants a little something but is not umbrella-worthy.
Pantyliner in case it all gets too much for the Mooncup and Kleenex. (In case of paperless public bathrooms and / or weepy films)
Random papers and ticket stubs and sticks of cardboard from Sephora that were once perfume samples but no longer smell of anything.

3 things

• Flickr is dangerously addictive.


• Bought old editions of Elizabeth David's French Country Cooking and Claudia Roden's Middle Eastern Food at a second-hand book store for 6 euros ! Classics that have been part of my mother's cookbook collection for as long as I can remember, and now I have my own copies.


• Have just got a weekly "subscription" of organic fruit and veggies, locally or regionally grown whenever possible: every Wednesday I get to pick up a random assortment of in-season goodness from a neighborhood store. Can't wait to see what's in the basket tomorrow !

Jean-Paul ? Gaultier !

Smart and successful people

...don't necessarily have a lot of common sense.

Case in point, the lovely lady who requests a meeting with my boss. Meeting fixed. Fine. I ask for her phone number in case I need to get in touch to change the appointment. She mentions specifically that she will be travelling for the whole week prior to the meeting and gives me a number. Silly me assumes that's a cell phone. You would too, right ?

Murphy's Law being what it is, I need to cancel the meeting and as soon as I find out, I leave a voice mail a day for 3 days. No response. Lovely lady shows up at appointed time. Boss is not here. I apologize profusely for not having managed to reach her and we check the number she had given me - yep, it's her home office line.

Obviously the moral of the story is that I should never assume anything. But bloody hell it's annoying.

Oh. My.

Reading a NY Times food section article called "Fat, Glorious Fat, Moves to the Center of the Plate" half an hour before lunchtime is probably not a good idea...

What's in a name ?

On the metro a baby is fussing in its fancy McLaren pram and I hear the father say, "Arrête, Toscane".

Not sure whether that calls for a smile or a smirk.

Time flies

.... and we all know it, but sometimes little incidents really bring it home - such as having a meal outside, watching a group of kids play around with a soccer ball. A few of them start to chant, "Et un, et deux, et trois - zéro" and it occurs to me that they weren't even born in 1998 when Les Bleus beat Brazil 3-0 in the World Cup final, and yet there they are, owning that little song, and I remember that day and night as if it were yesterday.

Talking about diets

In some circles it's a form of female bonding, or so it seems. Or perhaps not...

My boss tells me today that she didn't eat the sushi I ordered for her lunch because she's on a diet. (Huh? Sushi seems to be the ideal diet food to me, but I tell myself that perhaps she's avoiding the carbs in the rice). Anyway, after some short diet blabla (during which I confess that my diets consist of not having seconds, and only for about 2 days before I lose the will power even for that) I tell her that she looks great, which is the truth - granted I've never seen her in a bathing suit, but dressed - and she does dress very well - she has a figure most women would envy, honestly.

To which she replies, on her way out the door, "Thanks, but everything is relative".

Now I'm not usually paranoid (but everyone really is out to get me! nah, just kidding) or overly sensitive, but... ouch, no ?

A wannabe Sartorialist post

Love this woman's take on white for summer - the shoes, the bag, the lace trim on her dress, the flesh-tone fishnets. White shoes in general are hard to do right, I think - they often look cheap for some reason, but hers are great.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

Good - a 3-day weekend spent visiting dear friends whom I hadn't seen in far too long. Actually, scratch good and make that fabulous.

Bad - a dreadful sore throat, and generally feeling phlegmy and achey and tired. Silver lining: drinking loads of grog this evening in an effort to nip it in the bud.

Ugly - a deadline looming at work, a big project that needs to be wrapped up by June 28th. Wouldn't be too bad except that my boss is a first-class procrastinator (trust me, it takes one to know one) and therefore nothing is at the stage where it should be by now.

The joys

... of living with a smart-ass.

S, coming back from the supermarket:
- I got asparagus soup, the other choices were tomahto and mushroom.
- Oh good, cause I don't like tomayto soup.
S, completely deadpan:
- This was tomahto.

Playing tag

...as per the lovely JB.

Each person tagged gives seven random facts about themselves. Those tagged need to write on their blog seven facts, as well as the rules of the game. You need to tag seven others and list their names on your blog. You have to leave those you plan on tagging a note in their comments so they know that they have been tagged and need to read your blog.


1. Just about the only place in the world I'm not particularly interested in travelling to is sub-saharan Africa, and I don't like admitting it because I'm afraid that makes me seem racist. Is that silly?


2. I'm over loving my (not so) new job. In fact, I'm over working. Considering how many years I have left before retirement, and the unlikelyhood of winning the lottery, or marrying rich, this may be problem.


3. One of my plants died today; or rather, I decided today it was beyond saving. OK, so it's only a plant and not a pet, but it still feels sad. And the spot where it lived seems so empty.


4. I'm torn between yearning for minimalism and being a pack-rat at heart.


5. S just got tickets to go see Pirates 3 later on tonight and I'm absurdly excited.


6. I'm intrigued by sitemeters, but think that if no one reads my stuff I'd rather not know!


7. One of my co-workers gave a great big "awwwwww", looking at something behind me in a restaurant, and I turned around, honestly expecting to see a great dog face. But it was a baby. Go figure...

I tag Cookie, Machiruda, Y, Iggy, Pickychick, Kimono Hime, and Livingin Oz.

Aaaaaaand....

... 56 !

Wish list - part 2

Ali Leather Shoulder Flap, from the Coach Legacy line.

Just because.

Wish list - part 1 of a series

Of course what I would really like is a Nikon reflex, but then I would want to faff around with different lenses and the next thing you know, woosh, I'd be in debt. So this little Panasonic bridge would do me just fine, thanks.

Miss Bluebell, Margaret Kelly-Leibovici

"Her life was the subject of a BBC miniseries, ''Bluebell,'' in 1986, but Miss Kelly complained that the film's eight hours could scarcely begin to tell her story. She was abandoned as an infant; grew up poor; danced her way across the cabaret stages of Europe as a teenager; worked with Maurice Chevalier, Josephine Baker and Edith Piaf; was interned during World War II; saved her husband from the Nazis; raised four children; could still dance the cancan in her 60's; smoked a pack of cigarettes every day of her adult life; and was awarded the French Legion of Honor and the Order of the British Empire."

From obit by Margalit Fox, NY Times, found on the web here. Photo of her grave in Montmartre cemetery.

Rue Caulaincourt

Part of the "vide grenier" on rue Caulaincourt, but such a quirky image on its own.

Vide grenier means "empty attic". I guess elsewhere it would be called a garage sale, but I like the idea of having an attic full of junk that I would half-heartedly try to get rid of once a year or so, on a sunny day, using the event as an excuse to sit out on the sidewalk and watch the world go by.

Shamelessly pinched

... from Jo and Machiruda.

1. PICK OUT A SCAR YOU HAVE, AND EXPLAIN HOW YOU GOT IT.

Scars upon scars on my knees. Used to run around and fall over a lot as a kid. Don't anymore.

2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?

Hmm. Bedroom, a painting by my mother. Living room, a painting I bought in St Paul de Vence and 2 black and white photos by an old flat-mate/friend who I've since lost touch with.

3. WHAT DOES YOUR PHONE LOOK LIKE.

Mobile is black. Landline is grey.

4. WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?

At the moment ? All the Roadrunning, the live album, Mark Knopfler and Emmylou Harris. Over and over and over. A few old Tom Waits albums (early Waits, not the later stuff). Over and over and over. The soundtrack to Elizabethtown. Over and over and over. Yes, I get a bit obsessive. Oh, and whatever S choses to put on the stereo, but it doesn't really register with me. It's all what I call young people's music, except that it was young people's music back in the early nineties, but I didn't even listen to it back then when I was a young person.

5. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT DESKTOP PICTURE?

A Picasa collage of photos of S and I. Say awwwwww. Or feel free to puke !

6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?

Knowing what I want to do when I grow up. And having it be an attainable goal.

7. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GAY MARRIAGE?

I believe in equal rights for all, regardless of sexual orientation. So yeah.

8. WHAT TIME WERE YOU BORN?

Uh. Dunno.

9. ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL TOGETHER?

My father's dead. They were until then. Not 100% sure they still would be today if he hadn't died, but who knows.

10. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?

Soundtrack to Elizabethtown. Ha. See above.

11. DO YOU GET SCARED OF THE DARK?

I don't like the dark and never close shutters / pull curtains all the way.

12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?

Probably some film director, I'm a great cinema weeper. A real person ? My grandmother, seeing her weak and helpless and not recognizing her own family. (She's doing a bit better now, though, yay !)

13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE COLOGNE / PERFUME?

Depends on a lot of things. Mood. Season. Time of day.

Fracas is my favorite sexy scent. Un Jardin en Méditerrannée is great for a summer day, as is Eau de Campagne. Féminité du Bois is warm and spicy, good for winter. So is Clair de Musc and most Lutens scents. If I had to pick only one, probably Narciso Rodriguez for her - a good all-rounder. Honey and orange blossom, but with a light musky base so it's not too sweet or flowery.

14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOUR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?

Not bothered.

15. DO YOU LIKE PAIN KILLERS?

No. I've taken them when necessary, but that's all. They helped with pain but didn't make me high or anything. Which is probably a good thing.

16. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?

Yes.

17. FAVE PIZZA TOPPING?

Mmmm pizza... Pancetta. Anchovies. Capers. I'll eat pizza with anything except pineapple, really.

18. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

Sushi.

19. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?

My boss. And Nicolas Sarkozy. (Not mad enough to burn any cars though. Don't look at me, I didn't do it.)

Ha - just realized, after reading Dragon Girl's post, that I totally misunderstood this question and replied the wrong way around... that assumption probably says something about me - "moi, make someone mad ? impossible!"

Anyway, after last weekend, the answer would probably be my mother - whichever way around the question is !

20. IS ANYONE IN LOVE WITH YOU?

Yes.

In celebration of

...International Jedi Day, which was yesterday ("May the Fourth be with you!"), I took the Ultimate Star Wars Personality Test. Apparently, I am Queen Amidala.



Who are you ? *

*warning - link is not work safe as Star Wars theme plays when the window opens !

Queensday !

Amsterdam tourist pics

There are 600000

...bicycles in Amsterdam, according to the guidebooks. Here are two of them. As someone who is used to some auditive warning that I'm about to get hit by a moving vehicle, I find the fast-moving bikes a bit disconcerting at first !

Amsterdam B&B

We arrive in Amsterdam and head straight for the B & B to drop off our bags before heading back into the center of town. The place is lovely, as you can see - here is a shot of the bedroom, and one of the balcony. The whole place is well-appointed and cozy. The landlady runs a tight ship - if we had been looking for a party hostel this would obviously not be the right place to stay, but it suits us perfectly.

I wasn't wide awake enough in the mornings to think of taking a photo of the breakfasts we were served in the room, but it was really good, and substantial - eggs, ham or bacon, yogurt, cheese, different kinds of breads, croissants, fresh fruit (strawberries one day, mango the next), freshly squeezed orange juice, and of course coffee and tea. All this for 75 € a night - excellent value, I think !

Packed !

and ready to go to Amsterdam for the long weekend. Bringing too many clothes (somehow I never wear half of what I pack, no matter how long or short the trip) but showing considerable restraint by taking only 2 pairs of shoes (yes, the "only" is a bit silly, as we'll be there 3 days, but I like having options).

Anyway, have passport, train tickets, money, address of B & B, phone, camera, clean underwear - the rest is detail.

Welcome, 14

The future is already here.

My company has had a fingerprint recognition system installed to open the front door, so instead of inserting a real key into a real lock and turning it, we now put our index finger onto a little scanning device and hey presto, the door unlocks.

The novelty will no doubt wear off, but all week I've felt like a character in a spy movie, being granted access to the top secret security clearance zone of some nebulous intelligence agency. I was the 14th employee to have my prints scanned, so the LCD display reads "Identité OK. Bienvenue, 14" as the door opens. It's all very Mission Imposible.

Part of the process

... the democratic one, that is.

Of course I voted today, but I also volunteered to tally votes at the end of the day. A very interesting experience, seeing how the system works first hand. It's very efficient and tamper-proof - every vote gets counted by 4 people, checked and re-checked.

One disenchanted citizen and film fan wrote in an unexpected choice for the Presidency - "Robert de Niro - waouh!"

Laughing out loud

... at this great post by La Coquette.

It's spriiiiiiiiiiing !

So I'm goofing around

... and just being silly, as one does sometimes.

And S says "I'm very lucky. I have a high tolerance for weirdness".

Funniest e-mail subject ever

...from a friend who used to be a boyfriend:

"Are we married ?"

Er, no.

54

That's the official shoe count now, courtesy of 2 pairs of lovely ballet flats from Ash. One is utterly classic, in softest leather, with a tiny bow, à la Brigitte or Audrey. The other is satin and rhinestones. Ah, bliss.

Isn't it annoying

... when a much looked-forward to lunch with colleagues leaves me thinking I would have been better off eating a sandwich at my desk.

Efforts to have a pleasant non-work related conversation were swept away in the path of a violent bitchfest over one - absent, naturally - person.

And then the check was split evenly between us and I ended up paying 24,90 € for my 12 € antipasti plate.

Ho hum.

And yes, I should have said something on the spot. But isn't this (partly) what blogs are for ? A safe place for petty anonymous rants ?

François Ozon

I've tried to like him, I really have. I go into the movie theatre with an open mind - no, with a positive bias, even. But nope. I just don't get him.

Am currently reading Angel, by Elizabeth Taylor, the novel that his latest film is adapted from, and I'm really enjoying it. It's clever and wonderfully funny (in a Jane Austen rather than a Monty Python way) and it says this of its heroine: "He realised that she had great pride and not a trace of humour in her" and it seems to me that applies to Ozon's screen adaptation as well.

Still, it's always good to see Charlotte Rampling, and Sam Neill (have I seen him anything else since Jurassic Park?) gives a good performance too.

RIP

Found out today that the head of a company I used to work for died this week.

He was a real character, a brilliant businessman, at times unbelievably generous to his employees, but extremely demanding and prone to terrifying fits of anger when things didn't go his way or if he thought someone had failed him or not lived up to expectations. Not surprisingly, he went through a dizzying succession of assistants. I didn't work directly for him, but for one of his MDs.

Once when my boss was away on extended sick leave after an operation, I made a decision in his absence - it was only a paltry initiative - after all I was low, low woman on the totem pole, but for some reason this came to his attention. He called me into his office and asked why I had told X that Y. I started to reply, "well, I thought that..." but could get no further. He picked up a pile of papers from desk and threw them at me, screaming "I don't pay you to think!"

I would like to think that nowadays I would calmly reply, "in that case, sir, you pay me too much" and walk away. But this was a good 8 years ago, I was young, and it was my first "real" job, so I burst into tears and stumbled back to my desk to have a good cry. Various people consoled me ("there there, we all know he's a bastard"), and one kindly soul got me rather large glass of wine. (Yes, there was always booze around, and we could smoke at our desks too, in those days).

On the other hand, some months ago I was looking through old papers and found notes where he had praised me, and even years later, I felt proud.

Once a year he invited everyone in the office, from MDs to PAs, to an all expenses paid weekend in the South of France. We would fly into Nice, take a helicopter to Monaco, and from there his yacht would take us to Saint Tropez for a night out and oh my it was fun.

It all feels a little surreal now when I think of it.

RIP, HPR.

Sometimes

... I forget what an interesting person my mother is, and it's nice to be reminded. Like when I was telling her about The Painted Veil, which I loved, and she told me she had met Somerset Maugham in a teahouse called La Pagode in Saigon, and that she had read all his books, and couldn't believe that I hadn't.

Because...

...thinking of Piaf leads to thinking to Gainsbourg, which leads to YouTube. This is good.

Musicals

Saw Dreamgirls last night, and came home singing and strutting, in an absurdly good mood.

Saw La Môme tonight, and am listening to my Piaf CDs now, weepy and desperate for a stiff drink!

Bad, bad, lazy blogger...

... that would be me.

Been very busy at work lately, not in the mood to sit in front of the 'puter in the evenings, etc, etc...

So, a few bullet points just to get back into the swing of things.

• Having S's brother and his girlfriend over this weekend, which should be fun. Am looking forward to doing some touristy things and seeing Paris through first-time visitors' eyes again.
• There's something special about slipping between fresh clean sheets when the bed has just been made - it's a sensuous pleasure, cool cotton on the skin, but a very virtuous one at the same time.
• After quite a long time of drinking a couple glasses of cheap but decent plonk every day, having properly good wine again is a revelation. More of that, please.

I have a theory.

On February 1st, the ban on smoking in public places took effect in France.

In the past 48 hours, I've been confronted by, or a witness to, more incidents of outrageous rudeness than in the average year.

Coincidence?

I think not.

3 things

1. I fell down in the Métro a week ago and still have big bruises on both knees and a scab on one. I feel like I'm 6. I can highly recommend Wolford hosiery, though, as they did not tear or run at all. Expensive, but top quality.

2. I've recently starting wearing high heels again instead of flats. Yes, this n° 2 may be a direct cause of n° 1. Never mind.

3. It's a good thing there is no Starbucks between home and office. If there was, my fondness for their chai tea lattes could very well turn into an expensive addiction, and I already smoke, so I don't need another one of those, thank you.

Tee hee

I think this is so cool.

Ah, Sunday brunch...

... at home. Croissants from the friendly neighborhood boulangerie, flakey and buttery and light, with good quality jam. Scrambled eggs, rich with cream and flavored with onion, cooked very very slowly until they reach the perfect consistency.

The window is wide open and the sky is blue. It feels like spring.

Best buy of 2007!

...yes, the year is only 11 days old, but I got 2 of these at Gap Body for 1,99 euros each! Now, if only I could stop eating like a piglet and kick my butt back to yoga classes so I could look as trim as that...

well, look at this!

Another Kitchen Table blog!

Because everyone else is doing it...

...I'll do my own "movies of 2006" round-up.

According to S - who keeps our ticket stubs - we saw 100 movies last year. Probably more, actually, because I've sure I've seen some without him, and I can't believe we've been organized enough to keep every single ticket - but anyway, that's impressive enough, isn't it? So here's a totally subjective list of my favorites of the year, more for the sake of my poor memory than anything else. Yes, it's a long list. Because I'm a very indulgent critic who can find redeeming qualities in most movies. Hey, I was even tempted to mention Snakes on a Plane. After all, it made me laugh and Samuel L. Jackson rocks. And strictly speaking, some of these may be from 2005 - but if they weren't released in France until 2006, then that's when I saw them.

Brick
Brokeback Mountain
Casino Royale
Children of Men
The Constant Gardener
Conversations with Other Women
C.R.A.Z.Y.
Dans Paris
The Departed
Inside Man
Little Miss Sunshine
The New World
Quinceanera
The Science of Sleep
The Secret Life of Words
Shortbus
Syriana
Thank you for Smoking
Transamerica
United 93

Honorable mentions - otherwise known as movies that I really, really wanted to love but couldn't quite, or ones that were interesting enough to want to remember, albeit imperfect.

A Cock & Bull Story
The Ballad of Jack & Rose
Borat
Enfermés Dehors
Flags of Our Fathers
The Host
Indigènes
The Last Show
Mrs Hendersen Presents
Ne le dis à personne
OSS 117
Pan's Labyrinth
Pride & Prejudice
The Queen
Renaissance
Tsotsi
Volver

The Worst of the Worst, otherwise known as "I'd rather gnaw my own arm off than sit through this again":

Fair Play - as painful as last year's Domino, and that says it all.
Changement d'adresse - "Woody Allen with a touch of garlic", one critic said. Woody Allen my ass. Garlic my ass.
Rosario Tijeras - a Colombian film about a hit-woman. I thought that even if the film was bad, the soundtrack should be worth listening to. Nope. Simply awful on all counts.
Comme t'y es belle - a chick-flick about a group of sisters/friends in the Jewish community in Paris. Could have been interesting, was a mess of unfunny stereotypes. Utter cringe-inducing crap.

Brighton Pier

Maybe you had to be there...

"He's not very well, only has one month to six weeks to live."

OK, so that's not funny at all, but at the same time, it kind of is. Classic, classic example of British understatement.

"Oh honey, please try to look normal!"

Me to S, while taking photos on Christmas Day.

"Hey, you look just like an Aardman character!" and, later, on hearing me walk (stomp?) into the room, "Is that a baby elephant?"

S to me, getting his own back.

It's my birthday...

... and I'll post beefcake shots if I want to.

The Coat

I have a new coat. It's gorgeous, long, black, fur-trimmed on the cuffs and collar. Yes, fur. Rabbit, to be exact, and I don't feel too bad about it - if I can eat it, I figure I should be able to wear its skin, and vice versa.

It's not a young woman's coat, though. Not an old lady coat, either, but a rather bourgeois Parisian of a certain age coat. On weekends I can temper that by wearing it with jeans and motorcycle-type boots, but during the week with my smart-ish work clothes it's very bourge indeed.

Wearing it, I feel like a different person. More impatient, less nice for some reason. It gives me an attitude. I snapped at a post office employee the other day, and I swear it wasn't me, it was the Coat. The Coat doesn't think its wearer should wait in line for over a half an hour only to be told the package she was picking up had been mislaid. The Coat also make me paranoid. Wearing good jewels and a leather jacket, I feel inconspicuous and safe. Wearing jewels and the Coat, I feel like a target for pickpockets. On the other hand, it does get me instantly good service in posh shops.

Clothes may not make the man, but they do allow a woman to role play.

I don't have to worry...

...about S having an affair. In addition to love and trust and all those groovy things, there is the fact that he would simply be too bad at hiding the evidence.

Take my Christmas presents, for instance. He has bought them on his own and hidden them. So far so good. Except that one receipt is in plain view on the coffee table, a shopping bag is left lying on the living room floor, and another shopping bag (both from stores he would never shop at for himself) is somewhat out of sight but still, in a place I have a look at every few days.

Bless.

If you read this, sweetie, don't change a thing. I love you.

Huh?

Skimming through reader reviews and comments on The Departed on various sites, because I'm the sort of geek who likes to read comments on a film after I've seen it. Stunned at the number of people who take the film to task because of the violence and profanity.

If that's not your scene, fine. I can understand.

But what the fuck? It's a movie by Martin fucking Scorsese. A Scorsese movie about cops and gangsters, not an Age of Innocence type adaptation. Of course it's fucking violent. Have these people been living under a rock for the last 30-odd years and then randomly decide to go into the first movie theatre they came across?

Somewhat out of context quote

"The only thing you really have to do is be happy, be kind, love somebody, pay the bills. That's it. "

Or so writes a wise acquaintance/friend-but-to-write "friend"-would-be-presuming-a-bit type person.

And I would tend to agree with her. But that's actually 4 things, isn't it.

I love

The smell of lardons, onions and garlic frying.
Dim sum at my favorite Chinese restaurant.
My new top, pinkish mauve with lace trim around the V-neck and sleeves, perfect for wearing under a jacket now and on its own in the summer.
Spending an argument-free weekend with my mother (OK, so I rolled my eyes and muttered under my breath a few times - I can't help it, she pushes my annoyance buttons like no one else).
Seeing Casino Royale with her, and having her - a long time Sean Connery devotee - agree that Daniel Craig is the best Bond ever.

When you've had

...short hair your whole life, then spend 5 years growing it out until it's down to bra-strap length, then get it cut short again - it feels like coming home.

Craig, Daniel Craig.

Best. Bond. Ever.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Bettmann/Corbis photo, via the NY Times.

and speaking of clothes...

...three different people have complimented me on my elegance today. Three ! That's almost upsetting, because I'm OK, but not particularly well dressed today* - I must really look like a bag of potatoes the rest of the time.

*Black shift dress with 3/4 length sleeves, loosely tied at the waist, just below knee length, sheer black hose, classic black pumps.

A major difference.

S desperately needs new clothes, but doesn't want them, whereas I really, really, want them but can't say that I need them.

Falling out of love

... with a favorite author is very sad.

I've been a big fan of Laurie Colwin since first reading her columns in Gourmet magazine as a kid quite a long time ago (my parents were subscribers, ceci explique celà). Since then I've read almost all her work, and loved every paragraph of it - the essays on food and cooking that first got me hooked, collected in Home Cooking and More Home Cooking - her novels about impossibly bright and charming and just quirky enough to be endearing New Yorkers...

Well, I've read 3 of her books again very recently and am disappointed. The thrill is gone. The quirkiness is no longer endearing, it's pretentious affectation. I'm sad. I've never fallen out of love with an author before, and I don't like change. It would be one thing to consider that I've outgrown her, in a spurt of intellectual growth, but frankly I doubt that's the case - and I didn't think Colwin was the sort of author who could or should be outgrown.

Oh well. Back on the shelf they go, and perhaps in a few years I'll fall for them all over again.

small indulgences...

...are the best. Big ones leave me feeling guilty - and broke. But small ones just brighten up your day. Today, a supper of smoked Irish salmon, perked up with lemon juice and freshly ground pepper. (Of course now that so much salmon is farm-raised and perfectly affordable - albeit "flabby" as per Nigella Lawson - it's not so much of an indulgence, but for me it still has that connotation of luxurious, special food).

Follow up with a nice bottle of Côtes du Rhone and cigarettes. Tom Waits on the stereo. Some idle tidying up and cleaning, but nothing too strenuous. Two good books on the go, and the knowledge that the budget for the rest of the month is in fine shape, therefore I can contemplate making an Amazon order in the next few days. Life is good.

So, among other things

... I have CNN.com's headlines on my personalized Google homepage. Today the top line reads "Parties make their final push" - obviously an article about the U.S. midterm elections.

Except that I misread that as "Panties make their final push" and thought it might have something to do with increased lingerie sales, or a surge in Victoria's Secret stock price.

This is exactly how I feel...

...when S talks to me about cricket. blah blah blah wicket blah blah blah silly mid-off blah blah blah England batsman blah blah blah... It really is like a foreign, no, an alien language.

* cartoon by Gary Larson, of course.

Ode to the Sartorialist

I literally had to shoot this from the hip as I was embarrassed that I might be caught taking a photo - but these two ladies were so so chic I thought "what would Sart do" and couldn't resist...Of course, Sart would have spoken to them and taken the photo from the front, but I'm far too shy !

S is a gem

... and I’m keeping him. And he’d better not leave me, because I’d find him. (Yes, that is a line from The Wedding Crashers. I have no shame).

He spent the whole weekend food shopping and cooking, so we now have:

2 liters of leek & potato soup
Enough Bolognese sauce for at least 2 meals
A fair quantity of chicken stock
Chicken curry
Loads of fresh veggies just waiting to be stir-fried.

All divided into tubs of various sizes and neatly distributed between fridge and freezer.

And what did I do during the weekend? Read blogs and online newspapers, finished one novel and started another, slept, napped, dozed and generally just lazed around.

Dans Paris

A lovely little film about brothers, fathers, mothers and lovers - set in Paris at Christmas time, and yet devoid of clichés - starring the delicious Romain Duris and the no less delightful Louis Garrel, both seen in various stages of undress. Mmm-hmmm.

Google has taken over my life.

Hardly an original thought, I know, but it's been on my mind lately.

Between Blogger, Picasa, Gmail, and the new Google homepage which I've played around with cutomizing (Paris weather forecast! Word of the day! CNN! Le Monde headlines! and more!), there isn't a lot "they" couldn't find out about me if "they" wanted to.

Do no evil, people. Do no evil.

The problem with winter...

... in addition to the obvious issues such as cold and lack of sunlight, is that dressing well is so much more expensive than in the summer.

Summer clothes can be cheap and not necessarily look cheap, and even if they do, it really doesn't matter because they can be fun and cheerful and not really meant to last. You can buy new white cotton T-shirts every single year and just toss them when they get grey and dingy at the end of the season without breaking the bank. There are always inexpensive plain linen shirts and dresses on sale at various high street stores, in half a dozen different colors that are easy to look great in, with a bit of a tan and sunglasses.

Now consider winter. Sweaters needn't all be cashmere (although wouldn't that be great!) but you do want a nice merino or lambswool, which isn't cheap. Boots, especially knee high ones in good quality leather, are obviously more expensive than espadrilles. Jackets and coats need at least halfway decent tailoring to look good, so ooops, there you go, costly again.

The good thing about winter is that in a pinch, you can wear the same black turtleneck, dark blue jeans, black boots and beige trenchcoat every other day for months and still look fine - exactly like 80% of women in the 20 to 55 age bracket, but fine nonetheless...

The anti-Miranda Priestley

I *heart* my boss. We were supposed to have lunch together today, but she had to postpone to next week (for a perfectly legit reason).

She just got me flowers to apologize.

Awwwwww...

Paranoia

Among the assorted bills and ads in my mailbox the other day, I found a chocolate bar.

No kidding, a full-size, 70% cocoa, dark chocolate bar from Lindt, with a “30 cents off next purchase” coupon on the back of the packaging.

Obviously a marketing promotion from Lindt, right?

But the idea of getting something edible (chocolate!) for free, just dropped into my mailbox, is disconcerting. How do I know it’s not, well, tainted? How do I know it’s not a chocolate version of phishing? It looks like real Lindt packaging, but what’s if it’s really…oh, I don’t know...something bad...

Am no doubt completely paranoid and neurotic and shouldn’t look a gift chocolate bar in the mouth, so to speak, but not accepting candy from strangers is so ingrained I really don’t think I would be able to eat it without suffering from psychosomatic stomach pains...

Cultural differences

Talking about the impending smoking ban, and whether it will be enforced or not.

- well, probably not at first, but then someone will probably sue their employer for not providing a smoke-free environment.

quizzical look.

- oh, but people don't really sue each other much here, do they.
- erm. no.

And it's true, France is governed, in the widest sense of the word, through legislation rather than litigation. And practicing law, by and large, is seen as a respectable profession, there are no French equivalents to the plethora of jokes in American pop culture about lawyers being despicable scum of the earth. Not sure that there is any relation there, but I find it interesting...

The 2nd ever post...

in this blog was about Mr. Apple. RIP. What a character.

Weird spam

Sender: Kevin Costner.
Subject: Tomatoes.

Errr... rotten ones, perhaps?

After sneering at the trend

... last winter, I just caved in and bought something like this.

Not quite the same, mine are darker and the plaid pattern is very subtle. I think they'd be nice with a black sweater and black knee high boots (low heel, or perhaps a medium but chunky one) when it gets colder, maybe ballet type flats for now. They fit perfectly and the price was right (i.e. cheap!) but I'm a bit fearful of looking like a fashion victim. Hey, at least they're not leggings, right ?!

Supper for one

Leftover smoked haddock (previously poached in milk) and plain boiled potatoes, flaked and cut into bite-sized pieces, topped with a couple gobs of mayo and a squeeze of lemon juice. Eat straight from the tupperware container, in front of 'puter.

I can eat some pretty strange things when I'm alone and lazy and have no witnesses to my unearthly combos, but this is good, good enough to be fancied up and presented to guests in the future, with a handful of chopped scallions and/or parsley on top. In a pretty bowl, of course, and a good bottle of white...

And another thing

My blogger friends - you know who you are - I can't leave comments on your blogs anymore, at least 9 times of 10 I can't, and most days I get annoyed and give up way before the 10th attempt - but I still read y'all...

I am the proud owner of

23 bags and 54 pairs of shoes. I know this precisely because I just:

a) updated my shoe spreadsheet
b) created a bag spreadsheet

who says I don't lead an exciting life?

Brrrr.

Wanting to take advantage of a warm sunny Indian summer day, am wearing a skirt, with bare legs and sandals - these may be the last days of being able to feel air against my skin, before wrapping up for the next 6 months in closed toe shoes, hosiery, boots, and so on.

Except that the office air-con is set to Below Freezing which is uncomfortable, but far worse, my nipples are jutting out like torpedoes even through a padded bra. Will spend the day hunching over files and legal pads clutched tighly to my chest, like an awkward teenager. Lovely.

You never really know

what's going on in people's lives. Self evident perhaps but I was reminded of it today. There's a woman who lives in our appartment building. We say hello when we see each other, and she's polite enough, but always seems to be in a nervous rush, and will respond to my greeting but with no eye contact or smile. She has a dog (small uncute yappy thing, but I digress) and I tend to think that perhaps she's in a hurry when our paths happen to cross because the dog needs to be taken out .

Today I saw her in the metro on my way home from work, and during the whole ride - I wasn't staring, but kept stealing glances at her, thinking that if she looked up, and recognized me, I would say hi - she looked as if she was fighting back tears - either of rage or of grief, I couldn't tell. It was scary, and uncomfortable - this agitated face of just barely under control emotion. I wonder what her story is, where she works, if she's lonely, if she's friends with any of the other neighbors.

bad blogger

Over a week, and no updates? Bad, bad blogger!

Part of my lack of inspiration probably stems from the fact that I actually *gasp* enjoy my new job and therefore don't spend as much time faffing around on the internet as I used to. Which is probably a good thing.

And then evenings are spent telling S all about new job, new colleagues, and the intricacies of new office politics.

Anyway... this yuppie sandwich place near the office does a wrap with beef, bean sprouts, mint, and a soy based sauce, and they call it Buddha. Does that strike anyone else as a bit strange? I get that it's Asian-food influenced, and certainly not all Buddhists are vegetarians, but all the same - would anyone call a roast pork sandwich Mohammed? I think not!

goodbye Andre...

Has tears in my eyes reading the accounts of Agassi's last match and all the tributes from fellow players. He's my most enduring tennis-player crush. I remember being 15 or so when he first reached the - what was it, quarter finals ? of Roland Garros, with his mullet and acid-wash denim shorts and irreverant playfulness. I thought he was sooooo cool. And I still do.

Good call on getting rid of the hair, though.

So S went to the market this morning

I don’t enjoy going late on a Saturday morning because it is so crowded and cramped – not a happy market hustle and bustle but crowds the likes of which I deal with quite enough in the metro during rush hour every day of the week - it’s not pleasant. People are constantly bumping into each other and it’s hard to take a step without shoving or being shoved. But the produce is good, and really, really cheap.

Today S had to break up a fight – one woman apparently stepped on the shoe of another woman in front of her. Instead of accepting that sort of thing will happen occasionally when masses of people are trying to move in various directions at varying speeds in the reduced space of a market aisle, the first woman whipped off her shoe and clobbered the other one over the head with it.

Flailing and hitting and shouting ensued and S and another man had to physically intervene and separate the two. S’s glasses were knocked off (luckily into a pile of herbs and not on the ground!) and he suffered collateral damage under the form of two tiny scratches on his face – not a huge deal, but still.

Madness, utter madness.

Looking forward to...

...November 27th - got tickets to see Madeleine Peyroux at the Olympia - one of the most prestigious concert halls in town. Yay !

Of course, there goes my concert budget for the next couple of months - usually I prefer to see lesser known artists in more intimate venues - cheaper, and often more fun as there's more of a connection between small audiences and artists but hey. Once in a while it's nice to splurge on a big name show.

Having said that, a friend of mine just saw Madonna on Monday and her ticket cost 180 euros - madness...

Tonight's menu

On Wednesdays S doesn't come home until after 9, so it's my turn to cook dinner. Last week I reheated a frozen (good, though!) pizza and made a salad, lazy bum that I am.

Tonight I was a bit more ambitious: sea bream fillets, lightly coated in flour and cooked in a little butter with lemon juice drizzled over them in the pan, sauteed carrots finished off in a creamy sauce with shallots and chives, green salad (romaine - love it), and Saint Felicien cheese on 6-grain bread.

Stumbled...

...across this blog and found it really moving. Just wanted to share.