zoot alors

zoot suit: A man's suit popular during the early 1940s, characterized by full-legged, tight-cuffed trousers and a long coat with wide lapels and heavily padded, wide shoulders.

zut alors!: shucks, dang, shoot.

This is the first time I have had to write an entire essay in one night (very unusual given the fact that its my 3rd year as an arts student). I am writing about the social significance of the zoot suit, and while it is an interesting topic, I would rather be celebrating the fact that today i delivered a 15 minute oral presentation in French arguing that Fascism does indeed have an ideological basis. And then was interrogated on the topic in front of the class.

This song makes it better: reminds me of something familiar in a way that I can't quite explain.

The sky is falling

The sky hates me. Evidence:

Today I walked to school early, pretty chipper about my work motivation, when I felt something SPLATTER on my backpack and sweater. Yes, a bird had pooped all over me. There is something cosmically unjust about getting suddenly hit  from above.

Later on in the day I decided to take a jog to celebrate the amazing weather when out of nowhere the skies erupted into a torrential downpour. Twenty minutes after I had skipped out my door I was trudging back past the whistling men, this time completely soaked.

Tonight I will be dancing to this and forgetting about the falling sky:



I am also currently on a facebook strike, so I have been reading the news much more then I normally do. Health care, yay, Sarkozy dropping his climate plans, definite nay.

Evenings and Weekends

Sometimes you want to check out a trendy new restaurant. Sometimes you want to stay up late drinking red wine and smoking hand rolled cigarettes (if you smoked that is). Sometimes want to take long meandering walks around Paris, stopping to eat flaky pastries in a garden or by the river. Or sometimes, you want to watch movies, get your homework done, and eat lots and lots of pancakes.

This weekend was pancake weekend. We made ours from scratch thanks to good Old Canadian living recipe book and ate them with lots of real maple syrup and good company. It was lovely.

However with that said, I did go to Yeasayer on Friday which was AWESOME despite missing the first half of the set.(Parisian concerts begin awfully early)I tried to post a video of it and failed, but there was lots of bouncing around and the band was giving their all in neon patterned jumpsuits.

Next weekend I have fun arriving on a train from Germany - I am pretty darn excited.

It's a Fresh Spring so Let's Sing...

Spring has arrived in Paris. I have never been someone who really lets the weather affect their mood, but now I realize that is  because I have never lived in Paris. I had forgotten how different the city is when everyone switches to bikes and drinks their expresso outside. Within a matter of 3 days, the city has transformed itself and I love it.

In other news, I have been very busy lately. I spent my "winter break" going around central Europe which was a really amazing experience. Too much to say to sum it all up, but some of the highlights were the outdoor  mineral baths in Budapest and  going ice skating in sunny Vienna.  I was initially worried about traveling with with 6 people but it ended up working out better that I could have imagined. We also managed to pick up a straggler or two in every city, so we switched up the group dynamic a bit.

The following weekend was a visit to Lyon to stay with a real french girl and to go to the Florence and the Machine Concert. Hightlights - getting on stage and dancing with Florence, and biking around beautiful calm Lyon.

Now I am back in Paris, and while I have to finally deal with all the school work that has been pilling up its not so bad because I can study outside. I have also realized how many visiters I will be getting in the next couple months and I can't wait.

Warning: this is a rant.

To fully explain my day, a short backstory is necessary. I am in the process of getting my "carte de sejours", which is basically a long stay visa which says I am studying in France and not going to leach  off of  french social benefits. I have been in the process of attaining this magical passport stamp for quite some time, and the last step in my journey is a doctors appointment which will approve me healthy and able. However, I moved apartments over the holidays and my address change got lost in the hubub, meaning that the governement had no way of notifying me of the appointment. Long story short - I am going to Prague on thursday, and the only documentation of my status in France is an expired temporary visa. Not the best. So, I decided to call my father - his suggestion, which seemed like a good one, was to go to the Canadian embassy and plead my cause. Which begins my day:

10.00 - ride metro to the 8th arroundissement to the embassy (with high hopes may i add)

10.45 - after getting a little lost at the biggest roundabout in Paris, find the embassy, go through a series of security devices and xray machines and get my number. 

11.30 -  told by an not so welcoming embassy personal that Canada can't help me, I need french immigration servies

12.00 - realize that in my flustered state i rode the metro 4 stops in the wrong direction.  

13.00 - waiting in line at the French Immigration office back in the 11th arroundissement

13.20 - told that I have no reason to be here and should be at the Police Precinct in the first

13.40 - on the metro to the 1rst arroundissement, notice that the what i thought was friendly homeless men squished next to me is holding a KNIFE. Hop off metro and get into a different car (strangely enough my reason for moving was not my own safety but the thought that if the guy made a pass at my bag I would lose all documents and be 10 steps behind in the terrible cat and mouse game that is french bureacracy)

14.10 - go through many a security check point to be let into the visa office at the precinct. Met by an even angrier women then the Canadian and told that the student visa office has branched out - to the 18th.

14.20 - short crying jag by the river.

14.35 - back on the metro, this time to the very last stop up north.

15.00 - lost in the 18th.

15.30 - Go through metal detectors, find the right door, grab a number.

16.00 - for the first time, finally get to sit down face to face with someone in a cubicle. Start to tear up in gratitude.

16.30 - am giving the magical doctors appointment, on a Thursday, the day before i leave for prague. This may have been partially dear to to the fact that i was a) soaking wet form the rain b) on the verge of tears  c) the most gracious (and pathetic) person in the world

17.00 - In bed with a jar of nutella.

Today I went to 4 different offices, rode the metro 7 times (and transfered 4 times), went through 3 xray machines, got whistled at 2 times, and ate 1 pick-me-up pain of chocolate. 

Lesson learned - persist, persist, persist. And French bureaucracy is a terrible unavoidable thing.

why is it snowing.

My internet has decided to act up again, which means my only computer entertainment is word and I can’t access my online readings (and Desperate housewives…damn addictions). The Internet at my new place is very fickle. At the moment the sound of Norwegian laughter over Skype is taunting me, as Rag seems to be connected while I am not. Today the temperature also managed to drop around 5 degrees with no warning at all. Yesterday I was skipping around with an open jacket; today I was plodding to the bank with frozen feet. I had 3 classes today, and in my daydreaming and window gazing in the first one I noticed the air was filled with big floating snowflakes, for the second class it was fast hard rain hail and for the last class there was a glimpse of sun. It’s hard to concentrate on your lecturer when there is a more fascinating new meteorological phenomenon going on every hour. The weather, like the Internet, seems to have become fickle.

Despite odd weather patterns, life in Paris is good, in a comfy-worn-in flannel-pj’s with-red-wine-and-fresh-baguette-and-a-good-movie kind of good. This is different from the new-sights-new-sounds-new-people kind of good, but is equally pleasing in a different way. I have been doing a lot of hermit-ing with Rag this week in preparation for the hurricane of social events and traveling that is soon to hit.

Arriving on Sunday, there will be four kids from UBC coming to stay in our little flat, which will bring lots of noise and excitement. A week after that I am off to eastern/central Europe for a quick 10 day tour, the following weekend I am going to see a favorite band in Lyon and after that I’m going to see a Yeasayer, which is described by a friend as “hippie/indie”.
In other news I have officially mastered the Laundromat! (Yes, the terribly exciting life I lead in Paris).

My old apartment had its own little washer so I never had to venture out with my laundry and a fistful of change. Yesterday I learned that apparently Laundromats are social hotspots, as one rather persistent Frenchman decided to be a Good Samaritan and help me with my laundry. Emphasis on persistent.

Last bit – classes are really good semester. Definite highlight is my climate politics class, and I actually managed to switch courses midterm to bump myself up a level in French.
But really….WHY IS IT SNOWING IN PARIS !?

Lazy Sunday

Spending the day catching up on readings, important emails, and of course Desperate Housewives.  I also have a week long break coming up and I am trying to figure out what to do with it - right now the 2 big options seem to be to go to Prague and Budapest with my crew of American friends (and our token french guy) or go visit a good friend in Nottingham, home of Robin Hood. I need to make a decision soon so planes and trains stay cheap.

Its been a pretty good "normal life" weekend. I finally did the walk from school to my new place, making sure to stop at Ile St. Louis for the BEST icre cream in Paris. (Berthillon) On my stroll I witnessed a group of tourists playing with the funky playground equipment behind Notre Dam so vigorously that one of them got thrown off spinning disk. I shouldn't laugh at people falling, but this was a pretty spectacular trajectory. On Saturday I did some more exploring - Rag and I went up to the 20th to do some thrift store hunting and to discover a new neighborhood. 

Saturday night  was fun, but I managed to get myself into trouble due to running my mouth off. After a couple glasses of wine I may or may not have directly insulted a group of girls from Queens by calling them boring. I need to watch out for that. 

I also realized that i really dislike the St. Michel bar district - I know i am being pretentious hating on the tourist spots and calling fellow Canadians boring but to be fair, the tourist spots are expensive and crowded and discussing the new floral line at Aritzia when you just arrived in Paris IS boring.  (says the girl on episode 22 season 5 of desperate housewives.)

ok. time to hide my computer in Rags room and return to my 20 pages of reading on the history of French ideology. The things i put myself through.