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I've been negligent. It's true. I hope that I may be forgiven for ignoring you for so long. The longer I leave this thing, the greater the task of updating it seems. So, I'm going to make this as short and sweet as possible, and consider myself subsequently "back on the wagon."
Hey Erin, what's up?
Well let me tell you...
I've been applying for law school. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. I made this decision very suddenly just over a month ago and have spent much of my free time since then researching schools, applying to faculties who have a November 1st deadline, and studying for my December 2nd LSAT, not to mention wearing out my supply of favours from friends. Thanks again dudes.
More recently --
I went to a very cool book sale today at Point Ephemere http://www.pointephemere.org/ . Point Ephemere is a great bar, art space and live music venue built right into the bank of Canal St. Martin. It is conveniently located within walking distance of our apartment and is also on the bus line that runs by us. Anyway, there were a bunch of indie publishers hawking their wares at Point Ephemere today. I found a box-set that I really liked: about 60 individual photos aprox 10"x10" in size and a CD of corresponding field recordings. Unfortunately, only the display copy was left. The dude at the table kindy wrote out a website where I could order the box online. Besides this particular piece, there were many items: books, cds, posters, tshirts -- ranging from the most DIY punk aesthetic to some very classy-looking volumes. Material ran the gamut from poetry, to theoretical works, to photography and other forms of visual art. Good stuff indeed.
Earlier today I accomplished an extra-long run, extending my usual circuit from the distance to and from the Parc Butte Chaumant plus one lap around the Parc, to two tours of the parc on top of the required transit. I managed to do this at a healthy pace, but left myself with aching legs for walking about town in the chilly afternoon.
Speaking of the afternoon, November is photography month in Paris. "What is the connection?" you ask. Well, I spent this afternoon meandering around Paris is search of photo exhibits. To my disappointment most were closed due to France's version of Remembrance Day. I think I will spend a few mornings this coming week searching out exhibits. There are about 15 in my neighbourhood and many more scattered around Paris. Working in "zones," with the aid of my trusty photography month promotional guide, I should be able to hit up quite a few of these little gems.
Somewhat random thought:
My metro line (11, the brown line) is the hottest and stuffiest line in the city. There is a noticeable change in temperature between the the rest of Chatalet station and the #11 platform. Furthermore, there is one place, and only one in the entire metro system, where I regularly become dizzy. Every time I climb the stairs from the 11 platform into the rest of the Chatalet station I become very weak-kneed, light headed, and dizzy. I have even had to stop and lean against a wall to keep myself from falling. Given that I climb plenty of stairs with no problem in the course of an average day, I take this as a sign of insufficient oxygen in the station. Hmph.
Another somewhat random thought:
I've been planning to mention this for a while, but have finally been spurred to it by my above mention of the CD of field recordings. I wish I had a tape recorder with me. I am actually thinking of buying one. Paris is a very interesting sounding city. This was perhaps one of the most striking things I noticed upon arriving here. I used to think that people who carried tape recorders around with them were slightly crazy. I admired them in a strange way, but didn't quite understand the impulse to record random sounds. I loved their music but thought "I'm just not like that." Well, maybe I've just been listening to too much bizarre music, but I've been very taken with the sound textures of Paris, and I have discovered a desire to record these sounds. Who knew.
So, I kind of hate blogger right now. I just spent half an hour adding to this post, and it's all been erased. Neat. Nifty. Swell. Anyway, this post was created 2 days ago on Saturday 11th, but I was GOING to add to it before posting. I guess I'll just post it as is today. Harrumph.
I've been negligent. It's true. I hope that I may be forgiven for ignoring you for so long. The longer I leave this thing, the greater the task of updating it seems. So, I'm going to make this as short and sweet as possible, and consider myself subsequently "back on the wagon."
Hey Erin, what's up?
Well let me tell you...
I've been applying for law school. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. I made this decision very suddenly just over a month ago and have spent much of my free time since then researching schools, applying to faculties who have a November 1st deadline, and studying for my December 2nd LSAT, not to mention wearing out my supply of favours from friends. Thanks again dudes.
More recently --
I went to a very cool book sale today at Point Ephemere http://www.pointephemere.org/ . Point Ephemere is a great bar, art space and live music venue built right into the bank of Canal St. Martin. It is conveniently located within walking distance of our apartment and is also on the bus line that runs by us. Anyway, there were a bunch of indie publishers hawking their wares at Point Ephemere today. I found a box-set that I really liked: about 60 individual photos aprox 10"x10" in size and a CD of corresponding field recordings. Unfortunately, only the display copy was left. The dude at the table kindy wrote out a website where I could order the box online. Besides this particular piece, there were many items: books, cds, posters, tshirts -- ranging from the most DIY punk aesthetic to some very classy-looking volumes. Material ran the gamut from poetry, to theoretical works, to photography and other forms of visual art. Good stuff indeed.
Earlier today I accomplished an extra-long run, extending my usual circuit from the distance to and from the Parc Butte Chaumant plus one lap around the Parc, to two tours of the parc on top of the required transit. I managed to do this at a healthy pace, but left myself with aching legs for walking about town in the chilly afternoon.
Speaking of the afternoon, November is photography month in Paris. "What is the connection?" you ask. Well, I spent this afternoon meandering around Paris is search of photo exhibits. To my disappointment most were closed due to France's version of Remembrance Day. I think I will spend a few mornings this coming week searching out exhibits. There are about 15 in my neighbourhood and many more scattered around Paris. Working in "zones," with the aid of my trusty photography month promotional guide, I should be able to hit up quite a few of these little gems.
Somewhat random thought:
My metro line (11, the brown line) is the hottest and stuffiest line in the city. There is a noticeable change in temperature between the the rest of Chatalet station and the #11 platform. Furthermore, there is one place, and only one in the entire metro system, where I regularly become dizzy. Every time I climb the stairs from the 11 platform into the rest of the Chatalet station I become very weak-kneed, light headed, and dizzy. I have even had to stop and lean against a wall to keep myself from falling. Given that I climb plenty of stairs with no problem in the course of an average day, I take this as a sign of insufficient oxygen in the station. Hmph.
Another somewhat random thought:
I've been planning to mention this for a while, but have finally been spurred to it by my above mention of the CD of field recordings. I wish I had a tape recorder with me. I am actually thinking of buying one. Paris is a very interesting sounding city. This was perhaps one of the most striking things I noticed upon arriving here. I used to think that people who carried tape recorders around with them were slightly crazy. I admired them in a strange way, but didn't quite understand the impulse to record random sounds. I loved their music but thought "I'm just not like that." Well, maybe I've just been listening to too much bizarre music, but I've been very taken with the sound textures of Paris, and I have discovered a desire to record these sounds. Who knew.
So, I kind of hate blogger right now. I just spent half an hour adding to this post, and it's all been erased. Neat. Nifty. Swell. Anyway, this post was created 2 days ago on Saturday 11th, but I was GOING to add to it before posting. I guess I'll just post it as is today. Harrumph.
posted by ErinCW at 9:42 PM
3 Comments:
Erin, I don't even listen to the crazy stuff you do, and I enjoy recording sounds too! Get yerself a tape recorder woman, and send some sounds my way!
Also, a true blogger will write out their blog in a more reliable word processing program such as Notepad or Word, so that all is not lost when your internet connection decides to eff you over after you've poured your heart out onto the screen for an hour. Copy and paste and publish.
It's probably a good thing you're not a "true blogger," but maybe you should start acting like one. I feel your pain.
Yeah.
I do all my writing on Wordpad coz it's such an awesome program. Get with the um, program, Erin.
Also, France now has the hottest female politician of all time...not counting Stock Day.
ERIN! I cannot believe I just found you on here! We have much to discuss and I'm eager to hear of your progress in Paris.
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