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More catchup. A friend came by a few weekends ago, and one of the things we made a point to do was scale the Eiffel tower.
Here are some pictures of Paris taken from above.
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31.3.08
26.3.08
More catchup. A friend came by a few weekends ago, and one of the things we made a point to do was scale the Eiffel tower.
Here are some pictures of Paris taken from above.
25.3.08
The New York pillow fight day is now the international pillow fight day.
Photo courtesy of Rachel Lyons, who managed to be in the right place at the right time.
Edit: In Paris, this took place at the Louvre, right by the pyramid.
Photo courtesy of Rachel Lyons, who managed to be in the right place at the right time.
Edit: In Paris, this took place at the Louvre, right by the pyramid.
19.3.08
Another cigar tonight. I'm no smoker, unlike your average Parisien, but I did just pick up a few cigars because it gives me an excuse to stand out on the balcony and watch what's going on in the streets of Paris for a while.
A girl runs down the street, talking hysterically (possibly crying?) on the phone between gasps of air.
A woman in the window directly across from me folds laundry.
A man directly below me, presumably unaware of me, urinates on the curb behind a car.
Okay, I know those examples don't sound very romantic, but it really is a nice evening, if a bit chilly.
Posting has been a bit slow recently because last week was midterms, during which time just as much if not more than usual was going on outside of class. Every free moment I've gotten has gone towards just trying to sort through all the photos and stay organized. The next few posts will be dedicated to not-so recent things that I missed out on posting the first time around.
To start off, I've put together some images which were taken at various diner parties that have occurred at my place. I tried to pick out pictures that show different views of the apartment, for the sake of those of you who may still be curious to get a better idea of what my living situation looks like. And this time there are working thumbnails, because I'm a nice guy.
Note that I cannot take credit for all of the photos (as should be obvious). The working rule when the party is at my place is that the camera gets passed around.
A girl runs down the street, talking hysterically (possibly crying?) on the phone between gasps of air.
A woman in the window directly across from me folds laundry.
A man directly below me, presumably unaware of me, urinates on the curb behind a car.
Okay, I know those examples don't sound very romantic, but it really is a nice evening, if a bit chilly.
Posting has been a bit slow recently because last week was midterms, during which time just as much if not more than usual was going on outside of class. Every free moment I've gotten has gone towards just trying to sort through all the photos and stay organized. The next few posts will be dedicated to not-so recent things that I missed out on posting the first time around.
To start off, I've put together some images which were taken at various diner parties that have occurred at my place. I tried to pick out pictures that show different views of the apartment, for the sake of those of you who may still be curious to get a better idea of what my living situation looks like. And this time there are working thumbnails, because I'm a nice guy.
Note that I cannot take credit for all of the photos (as should be obvious). The working rule when the party is at my place is that the camera gets passed around.
17.3.08
On the move.
I stood on the balcony last night and enjoyed the first quiet moment I've had to myself in a while, having a cigar I bought earlier in the day in Provence, and looking out at Paris. Across the street, through two open windows there was an apartment where colored lights were flashing and a mix of French and American rock music were blasting. In the first window, two guys were drinking wine from the bottle, and in the second window, two lovers were swing dancing. On the street, a guy in a leather jacket was running down the street, lit cigarette in mouth, in a hurry to get somewhere.
I know where I'll be and about what I need to be doing come summer, and I'm pretty fine with it. I know where I'll be next academic year, what I'll be working on, and about how I'll probably be living my life, and I'm pretty fine with it. After that, I could end up just about anywhere doing just about anything, and I'm pretty fine with that. For the first time I can remember, I don't feel tied down to any particular place or any particular person, although there are people and places around the world that I have strong feelings for.
I stood on the balcony last night and enjoyed the first quiet moment I've had to myself in a while, having a cigar I bought earlier in the day in Provence, and looking out at Paris. Across the street, through two open windows there was an apartment where colored lights were flashing and a mix of French and American rock music were blasting. In the first window, two guys were drinking wine from the bottle, and in the second window, two lovers were swing dancing. On the street, a guy in a leather jacket was running down the street, lit cigarette in mouth, in a hurry to get somewhere.
I know where I'll be and about what I need to be doing come summer, and I'm pretty fine with it. I know where I'll be next academic year, what I'll be working on, and about how I'll probably be living my life, and I'm pretty fine with it. After that, I could end up just about anywhere doing just about anything, and I'm pretty fine with that. For the first time I can remember, I don't feel tied down to any particular place or any particular person, although there are people and places around the world that I have strong feelings for.
