All blogging will henceforth take place on my new website!
I adopted a kitten!
I studied French, lived in France, and currently speak the pretty language pretty well. Living in the United States, however, doesn’t involve daily exposure to it. Therefore, I should read books written in French. In France, there is a thing called Folio. They publish books, and put numbers on them. I like to collect things, and I have seven of them, ranging from 2 to 3215. I have fully read 2 of them…
#2 L’étranger (The Stranger) by Albert Camus
#37 Le deuxième sexe (The Second Sex) by Simone de Beauvoir
#41 L’envers et l’endroit (The Wrong Side and The Right Side) by Albert Camus
#390 Les fruits d’or (The Golden Fruits) by Nathalie Sarraute
#805 La nausée (Nausea) by Jean-Paul Sartre
#882 Un barrage contre le Pacifique (The Sea Wall) by Marguerite Duras
#3215 L’Océantume (?) by Réjean Ducharme
I’ve read #2 and #882. I liked #882 a lot more.
Usually between 9:30 and 11:00 AM life in a café can get pretty dull. So, usually, I doodle on the back of the guest checks and then stuff the piece of paper in my back pocket. These five have survived since April:
I went to Paris. Now I’m back. I should have had pictures from Las Vegas but I don’t. Here’s some pictures from Paris:
First thing’s first: I was accepted to SFAI! It is fabulous news, and I am very excited. This fall I will start working towards a BFA. Fabulous.
Secondly, we returned safely from our romantic getaway to Las Vegas. It was mostly romantic in spurts because Las Vegas is kind of sad that way… and we ate a terrible Valentine’s Day meal in Lone Pine, CA. It’s in a beautiful spot, though, nestled between two mountain ranges. As for the driving part… well, my dad was right. Californians aren’t great drivers, but they’re good at being in the left lane.
I haven’t finished scanning my pictures from the trip yet, but here’s what I ate a few days ago: