11.28.05
One night upon the countertop
The first time I tasted a pear, I didn’t really like it.
I don’t remember how old I was, but I was just not that enchanted with the taste, plus it itched my gums to take a bite out of one, as it did with an apple. After that first taste, I left them alone for the most part, preferring the tropical and berry families to their orchard-dwelling cousins. Since my arrival in France, however, I have found that our story would not end so quickly.
After the jump: A second taste and a deflowering
11.20.05
Funkin’ with Duncan
This past Friday night I met up with Duncan, who’s studying music in Paris for the year.
When I first got in contact with him, I was a bit apprehensive about meeting up. He was at best a friend of a friend (or rather, several friends), an aquaintance I’d see at Jonny’s house, but with whom I’d never had a real conversation. I figured “why the hell not?� and met him for a drink in the Saint Germain des Pres area. We started off at an expensive place on a main street and quickly wised up and headed out to find a less faux-trendy older crowd bar. Luckily, he knew about a couple of places and we ended up going first to Le Piano Vache [�The Piano Cow� …I dunno why either].
After the jump: Two great bars
11.08.05
The French riots: an American on the sidelines
One thing about having a blog is that now I feel required to comment whenever something big happens around me.
First off for anyone that knows me personally: I’m fine. I feel safe. Nothing has happened in my arrondissement nor in the arrondissements of the universities I attend.
After the jump: An American student’s view of the riots in and around Paris.
11.05.05
Old Posts
You may have noticed a bunch of posts dated from before the creation of this blog. No, I haven’t finally completed my time travel device (can’t those imbeciles work any faster?!), but I’m copying the entries from my old blog to this one. I’ll include the original comments too.
 Just a quick note.
-VicÂ
