Longtemps, n'est- ce pas?

OH I'VE BEEN PLACES AND DID DONE THINGS

my absence is explained by:

the presence of one colin o'donnell and his refreshingly time taking up antics whilst here

whatever i was in paris

so paris eh? bold statement made: the only city i've ever been to that can stand up to new york, and also kick its ass on many fronts. i spent most of the weekend not doing terribly touristy things, but more just chilling and seeing the lay of the land. AND there ain't nothing wrong with splitting a bottle of bordeaux while watching paris light up at night on the steps of the sacre coeur.

i did indeed see my franz boys, and hesitate to say, but only slightly, that it was the best show i've ever seen. or at least the most professionally done and best put on. they are wonderfully self conscious and really have created this incredible propaganda machine, replete with communist propaganda. I'M SOLD BABY. whenever they take over the world, not in terms of gold discs, because i don't think this one has as strong singles as the previous, i mean once they become the new che guevaras and stalins of our time, i will gladly put on my red and black striped franz shirt (it's a cool fucking uniform for a paramilitary group) and herky jerkily goose step to the tune of take me out.

next night i saw mozart's requiem performed in ste chappelle. the ridiculous to the sublime, but i'd prefer the other way around.

on the home front, mucho props to the packaging crew of courtney and meg cinq for my birthday. EXPECT SOMETHING. but i'm not saying nothing. AND greg got a job, so the nexus of his recent worrying has been more or less vanquished. will assuredly be replaced with worry about how he can't completely reformat the new york state legislature, but i assume we all have our trifles. i worry whether or not i should get a pain au chocolat or pain aux raisins as a snack, but again, everyone's got their set of worries. and really, i wouldn't even call mine as worries, since the wonder of france, is that no one really worries about anything, but comes together to lament and bitch in a big way, in the form of groaning on lines (qu'est-ce que c'est et putain de merde!) or all out rioting for the hell of it, for good causes, or somewheres in between where the real cause gets lost for a good ol fashioned riot.