In my compulsive browsing this morning, I found a neat video (okay, it's a Nokia commercial). Supposedly, it's everyone's favorite classic martial arts movie star, Bruce Lee, playing ping-pong. Whoopty-doo? I think not. See for yourselves.
Update: There's a decent probability that this was faked. Even so, I agree with the sentiments expressed in the last line of this discussion.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tired Journalists
Obama wins. By most indications, it was a pretty exciting contest for most pundits and political buffs--which is why I completely understand if the editors of the New York Times, through fatigue or enthusiasm or both, made a few mistakes:
"...out of Iraq in a fast ifand? orderly fashion," p. 1
"Mr. Obama also did strikingly well among Hispanic voters, beating Mr. McCain did far less better among those voters than Mr. Bush did in 2004," p. 2
"Mr. Obama took a page from what Mr. Bushfull first reference to President Bush did in 2004," p. 2
"...reflecting the imperative he felt of trying," p. 2
"...his effort this year. Indiana for a Democrat since President Lyndon B. Johnson’s landslide victory in 1964, and Mr. Obama..." p. 2
"He later returned home to Chicago play basketball," p.3
Thursday, October 30, 2008
A conversation I had this morn...er...sometime
Matt: I'll try and post tomorrow
me: okay
Matt: but I need to sleep now
me: go for it
Heh
I just woke up
It is tomorrow already for me
Matt: hah
me: I'm communicating with you from the future!
Matt: OMG
me: Let me tell you, it's a pretty amazing place
So much neat stuff
Matt: well
me: but I can't tell you about it or I might wreck the timeline
Matt: I'll see you there when I wake up
me: excellent. I'll be waiting for you.
Matt: O WAIT
too latefrq
every
me: ?
Matt: thing
is
me: shit
Matt: falling
me: shitshitshitshitshit
da,,it!
Matt: AAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAARRRRTTTTTT
me: OMG! My keyboard!
What happened to my keyboard? It's not qwerty anymore...it's...azerty! I--Matt? Matt? Hello? Fuck
Monday, October 20, 2008
Departure from France, First Day in India
Tuesday, 5th August – Wednesday, 6th August.
We left for India today. The morning was full of packing and last-minute errands: searching for hospitality gifts for Nusha's family, buying envelopes to mail important letters before leaving, etc. The airport itself was fine—we had ticket troubles at the self check-in, so we went to the counter to talk to a very friendly guy. Checked in, bought chocolates and caramels because we hadn't found any gifts earlier, got in line (waited a long time) at security, and then had to switch gates. Once inside, we waited and watched people play video games at the terminal.
The flight itself was decent, a quick hop to Heathrow (a nice man switched seats so we could sit together) with a long drive between terminals, a short wait, shopping, and then eight to nine hours on a fairly comfortable British Airways plane chatting with neighbors, sleeping, and watching movies. I chose Kung Fu Panda (which was a well-made mediocrity), and afterward listened to a BBC radio comedy that produced the following stroke of improv genius:
Redeye flights are much better on a comfy plane, and BA makes 'em good. Meals, too. Though I hear Virgin Airlines is even better.
We arrived on Wednesday around 11:30 local time (GMT+4.5 in August) and had our bags by noon. Nusha and her mother and driver met us and took us through Bombay's humble-jumble array of shanty slums and grime-streaked high-rise apartments. We spent lunch at their apartment building, a homemade meal of keema (spiced ground meat) and rice with veggies and spices, plus a sort of yoghurt and cucumber side dish. We also met other parts of Nusha's family—her grandparents, her sister Shanaz, and Shanaz's son (Mehdi, 8 or 9) and daughter (Sophia, 4 or 5, and a lot of trouble).
Then it was time to hang out while Nusha, the bride-to-be, went to a make-up appointment. Afterward, we all went to a hospital across town to visit the day-old twin cousins born to another of Nusha's relatives. On the way back, we stopped several times, including at a roadside stand selling freshly roasted corn on the cob smeared with lime juice, salt, and red chili powder. Delicious! Then it was home to dine on leftovers and some fried discs of dough whose name I've forgotten.
I played with Sophia, who is altogether too cute and very mischievous. We chatted with Nusha's family and finally met her aunt Sheriz, in whose flat we were staying. End of day: we slept soundly our first night in humid, hot Bombay.
We left for India today. The morning was full of packing and last-minute errands: searching for hospitality gifts for Nusha's family, buying envelopes to mail important letters before leaving, etc. The airport itself was fine—we had ticket troubles at the self check-in, so we went to the counter to talk to a very friendly guy. Checked in, bought chocolates and caramels because we hadn't found any gifts earlier, got in line (waited a long time) at security, and then had to switch gates. Once inside, we waited and watched people play video games at the terminal.
The flight itself was decent, a quick hop to Heathrow (a nice man switched seats so we could sit together) with a long drive between terminals, a short wait, shopping, and then eight to nine hours on a fairly comfortable British Airways plane chatting with neighbors, sleeping, and watching movies. I chose Kung Fu Panda (which was a well-made mediocrity), and afterward listened to a BBC radio comedy that produced the following stroke of improv genius:
ANNOUNCER: Your turn, [Panelist X]. Can you fill in this log line from Brokeback Mountain: "Love is..."?
PANELIST: ...a pair of chaps.
Redeye flights are much better on a comfy plane, and BA makes 'em good. Meals, too. Though I hear Virgin Airlines is even better.
We arrived on Wednesday around 11:30 local time (GMT+4.5 in August) and had our bags by noon. Nusha and her mother and driver met us and took us through Bombay's humble-jumble array of shanty slums and grime-streaked high-rise apartments. We spent lunch at their apartment building, a homemade meal of keema (spiced ground meat) and rice with veggies and spices, plus a sort of yoghurt and cucumber side dish. We also met other parts of Nusha's family—her grandparents, her sister Shanaz, and Shanaz's son (Mehdi, 8 or 9) and daughter (Sophia, 4 or 5, and a lot of trouble).
Then it was time to hang out while Nusha, the bride-to-be, went to a make-up appointment. Afterward, we all went to a hospital across town to visit the day-old twin cousins born to another of Nusha's relatives. On the way back, we stopped several times, including at a roadside stand selling freshly roasted corn on the cob smeared with lime juice, salt, and red chili powder. Delicious! Then it was home to dine on leftovers and some fried discs of dough whose name I've forgotten.
I played with Sophia, who is altogether too cute and very mischievous. We chatted with Nusha's family and finally met her aunt Sheriz, in whose flat we were staying. End of day: we slept soundly our first night in humid, hot Bombay.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Not Married
Just to clarify, nope, I'm not married. V and I got a PACS, as I mentioned earlier, but we're not married. When we do get married (and no, we're not engaged yet, but we have talked quite a bit about it), even if we decide to have a private ceremony, I'll tell everyone in advance. You're my friends and family. (Well, those of you who are, at any rate.)
The PACS is really just an agreement to live together. Anyone can do it except family members, and all it says is "we live together, please give us a small tax break". Lots of friends do it, for instance. However, it is also an option for gay/lesbian couples as a form of marriage. The contract part of it is really flexible, so you can, if you want to, make it more of a commitment.
As it is, for us it's a way to get a tax advantage and help me secure my place in this country and V's right to follow me to other countries without losing her job, among other things. There's also, I suppose, an element of romantic commitment, but not nearly as much as you might expect from a marriage or a civil union (if you expect such things). Basically, the whole dreamy process consisted of getting birth certificates (officially translated, in my case) and proof of address, submitting these with application forms in order to get an appointment, and then, at the appointment, getting an official stamp on the papers before being dismissed from the office. Ordinary administrative transaction, no fanfare, nothing. And if we want to end it, we go down to the Mairie (the town hall) and say "We want to end our PACS" and it's done. That's it.
The PACS is really just an agreement to live together. Anyone can do it except family members, and all it says is "we live together, please give us a small tax break". Lots of friends do it, for instance. However, it is also an option for gay/lesbian couples as a form of marriage. The contract part of it is really flexible, so you can, if you want to, make it more of a commitment.
As it is, for us it's a way to get a tax advantage and help me secure my place in this country and V's right to follow me to other countries without losing her job, among other things. There's also, I suppose, an element of romantic commitment, but not nearly as much as you might expect from a marriage or a civil union (if you expect such things). Basically, the whole dreamy process consisted of getting birth certificates (officially translated, in my case) and proof of address, submitting these with application forms in order to get an appointment, and then, at the appointment, getting an official stamp on the papers before being dismissed from the office. Ordinary administrative transaction, no fanfare, nothing. And if we want to end it, we go down to the Mairie (the town hall) and say "We want to end our PACS" and it's done. That's it.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Return to Paris
As usual, it has been awhile since I've posted. First I went to the US for visa reasons, then we went to India for vacation and the wedding of two friends, and now we've been back a month and I've begun two jobs and my PhD, plus I'm once again taking my writing projects more seriously (good timing, right?)--so there's a lot of news. We'll take it one part at a time.
The visa applications went more easily than expected, given the effort required to arrange appointments, gather paperwork, and even get information. The tourist visa for India took one day to get, and that was only because I missed the morning deadline for same-day processing. The French long-stay student visa took all of thirty-five minutes, of which twenty were spent waiting to be called to present my paperwork and only fifteen were spent processing my dossier and producing the visa. W00t for efficient administration! (I've written a more detailed description of the process, but I am considering creating a separate blog for my foreign PhD experiences so that I can offer help and entertainment for others interested in the situation or hoping to pursue the same sort of path.)
India was a crazy experience, about which I wrote daily journal entries while there. I'll be posting revisions of these in the days to come.
Having returned to Paris, V has begun work at UPMC (Paris VI) again, this time as a tenured, full-time teacher. (Last year, she was a temporary, full-time teacher.) I got my carte de sejour (another story), which allows me to live and work in France, and I began work as a sort of adjunct teacher of English (language) at UPMC. I teach one class a week, and will get paid sometime early next year. I've also begun working for a company called YES (Your English Solution), which teaches English to businesses in the Paris area.
Additionally, my classes have started up. I'm taking my advisor's poetry and poetics course, which so far is interesting, and a short translation course he's teaching as well, so I can practice my French.
V had Lasik eye surgery at the beginning of September, which means that now she can see pretty much as well without glasses as she once could with glasses. There are some small side effects, some of which seem to have faded, but she and I both wish the doctor had informed us more about them, as they may have influenced the decision. (On the plus side, she's very happy to be able to snuggle without removing and protecting her glasses.)
V and I got a PACS (Pacte Civil de Solidarit&eaccute;, or French civil union) on the 2nd of September, so now we're officially living together and supporting each other. Pretty cool. It's such a potentially small thing (the document needs only contain one line about how the two of you agree to support each other, but can have more) that we weren't going to do anything for it, but our friends wanted to have a party, so we threw a small fête and got lots of wine. We don't drink much at all, so typically this means we hold onto bottles for weeks or months, until we have guests over.
I've also found a dojo that teaches Ki Aikido, and I had begun going, but our finances were low this month and last due to India+French admin fees+Lasik, so I'm holding off for now. But once things get underway a bit more and I get my paycheck, it's back on the mat for me!
I'm also learning how to better organize myself so that I can do everything I want to. I've made myself very busy, which is fun, and now I'm learning how to manage it all. I'm also teaching myself a bit of Ashtanga Yoga.
That's pretty much the update for now.
The visa applications went more easily than expected, given the effort required to arrange appointments, gather paperwork, and even get information. The tourist visa for India took one day to get, and that was only because I missed the morning deadline for same-day processing. The French long-stay student visa took all of thirty-five minutes, of which twenty were spent waiting to be called to present my paperwork and only fifteen were spent processing my dossier and producing the visa. W00t for efficient administration! (I've written a more detailed description of the process, but I am considering creating a separate blog for my foreign PhD experiences so that I can offer help and entertainment for others interested in the situation or hoping to pursue the same sort of path.)
India was a crazy experience, about which I wrote daily journal entries while there. I'll be posting revisions of these in the days to come.
Having returned to Paris, V has begun work at UPMC (Paris VI) again, this time as a tenured, full-time teacher. (Last year, she was a temporary, full-time teacher.) I got my carte de sejour (another story), which allows me to live and work in France, and I began work as a sort of adjunct teacher of English (language) at UPMC. I teach one class a week, and will get paid sometime early next year. I've also begun working for a company called YES (Your English Solution), which teaches English to businesses in the Paris area.
Additionally, my classes have started up. I'm taking my advisor's poetry and poetics course, which so far is interesting, and a short translation course he's teaching as well, so I can practice my French.
V had Lasik eye surgery at the beginning of September, which means that now she can see pretty much as well without glasses as she once could with glasses. There are some small side effects, some of which seem to have faded, but she and I both wish the doctor had informed us more about them, as they may have influenced the decision. (On the plus side, she's very happy to be able to snuggle without removing and protecting her glasses.)
V and I got a PACS (Pacte Civil de Solidarit&eaccute;, or French civil union) on the 2nd of September, so now we're officially living together and supporting each other. Pretty cool. It's such a potentially small thing (the document needs only contain one line about how the two of you agree to support each other, but can have more) that we weren't going to do anything for it, but our friends wanted to have a party, so we threw a small fête and got lots of wine. We don't drink much at all, so typically this means we hold onto bottles for weeks or months, until we have guests over.
I've also found a dojo that teaches Ki Aikido, and I had begun going, but our finances were low this month and last due to India+French admin fees+Lasik, so I'm holding off for now. But once things get underway a bit more and I get my paycheck, it's back on the mat for me!
I'm also learning how to better organize myself so that I can do everything I want to. I've made myself very busy, which is fun, and now I'm learning how to manage it all. I'm also teaching myself a bit of Ashtanga Yoga.
That's pretty much the update for now.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
All the World's a Stage
Something that we've been working on for a long time, but that I have neglected to post about (FAIL) is the play that just finished its performance run last night. V and the rest of the cast have been working on it since last September or October; I've been involved since I came over mid-November. So really I should have written something about it. Sorry.
Anyway, the play we've been working on is Kindly Leave the Stage by John Chapman. Cast/characters:
We're almost all pretty much rank amateurs; only Virginia has acted and directed quite a bit, and otherwise Yann has done one play (with Virginia), Barbara has done a little bit of improv, I've taken one general acting and one improv course, and everyone else just started this year. And everyone has done remarkably! Okay, I can't speak for myself really, but at the very least I've had fun and people seem entertained by my part; and everyone else has made huge acting strides, which is amazing and wonderful, and it seems like, by and large, our audiences have all been pleased with our performances. We still have a lot to learn--at the moment, we still perform best if we do a run-through before each show--a trait that, ideally, wouldn't exist--and we need to work on loosening up a bit, finding our characters more quickly, punching up the energy of our acting, following on the ends of each others' lines, stuff like that. But these are all things that will go away with practice. And the bottom line is that we pulled it off, and pulled it off well!
In fact, in order to secure our performance dates, we had to form an official association, "Hark Who's Talking", so we're a theatre troupe, or perhaps a club, now. And we're looking forward to our next year--now that we have had some small success with a few places, it'll be easier to secure those venues again for other performances. And we seem to have impressed enough of our friends and families that they'll spread word a bit and we might get a bigger audience. We don't do this for profit (we might pass the chapeau in the future to help recuperate the production costs), but we'd still like to get as much of an audience as we can.
I posted pictures of backstage at our last show online. Check 'em out.
Anyway, the play we've been working on is Kindly Leave the Stage by John Chapman. Cast/characters:
RUPERT played by Micky Filhol
MADGE played by Marie Dubois
CHARLES played by Yann Fuchs
SARAH [CULLEN] played by Maëva Vincensini
DOROTHY CULLEN played by Amandine who has a last name somewhere
EDWARD CULLEN/FROBISHER played by me
NURSE played by Barbara LeLan
ANGELA played by Virginia Fumagalli
We're almost all pretty much rank amateurs; only Virginia has acted and directed quite a bit, and otherwise Yann has done one play (with Virginia), Barbara has done a little bit of improv, I've taken one general acting and one improv course, and everyone else just started this year. And everyone has done remarkably! Okay, I can't speak for myself really, but at the very least I've had fun and people seem entertained by my part; and everyone else has made huge acting strides, which is amazing and wonderful, and it seems like, by and large, our audiences have all been pleased with our performances. We still have a lot to learn--at the moment, we still perform best if we do a run-through before each show--a trait that, ideally, wouldn't exist--and we need to work on loosening up a bit, finding our characters more quickly, punching up the energy of our acting, following on the ends of each others' lines, stuff like that. But these are all things that will go away with practice. And the bottom line is that we pulled it off, and pulled it off well!
In fact, in order to secure our performance dates, we had to form an official association, "Hark Who's Talking", so we're a theatre troupe, or perhaps a club, now. And we're looking forward to our next year--now that we have had some small success with a few places, it'll be easier to secure those venues again for other performances. And we seem to have impressed enough of our friends and families that they'll spread word a bit and we might get a bigger audience. We don't do this for profit (we might pass the chapeau in the future to help recuperate the production costs), but we'd still like to get as much of an audience as we can.
I posted pictures of backstage at our last show online. Check 'em out.
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