(the old naming convention was constricting so i flexed the gray thing in my head that is stronger than any of my muscles except maybe my heart or my tongue depending on how you are measuring, and my skull cracked in two and the title template was written under my hair and now the words are just floating out)
seriously people, who needs drugs when you've got music? and that music doesn't even need to be drug-induced-experience-inspired? NOT ME. that's who. (and now you have the blog entry i carved out of a very trippy train of thought while listening to some crazy music last night. i think it is mostly coherent and empty of awesome synesthetic imagery)...
so tonight, i left french class, full of wise thoughts, namely the realization that my current french professor's teaching style reminds me of one of my high school teachers' teaching styles, and consequently i find myself actively having to fight the urge to turn into the mischievous nightmare i used to be in some of my classes. i have driven more than a few teachers absolutely crazy...
anyway, my destination was another magical exposition at the Porte de Versailles: an exposition of vignerons! a giant room full of ALL THE WINE. all the winemakers were there, over 1000, and my friend's host mom had a bunch of free tickets, so we went and had a little pre-dinner drink. I learned some fahncy wine words and tasted several actually tasty wines, including a fantastic (read: very drinkable) rosé. we got there towards the end, and unfortunately no one met another ice cream boy, but it was fun and now that i like wine, tasty.
life update: the parents leave tomorrow morning early, (well now it is tomorrow...tuesday morning) and i leave on the 11th. i think. SEATTLE: i will be there dec 12-jan 4ish. HOLLER AT ME!
also finals are next week -- what??
well without my musical ramblings, i feel like this is a sandwich with no guts, so, empty bread...oh well. i'm sure you have many other fun internet things to amuse yourself, so i'm not worried. if anyone is lacking in this department and likes cute things, queer things, music, or musings, i've got connections...
and now i am off to dream happy dreams...or else more apocalyptic dreams where tiny crabs take over the world (hello saturday night)...
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OH p.s. I JUST REALIZED WHAT WAS MISSING! the cornstarch.
on friday during our mad cooking frenzy, dad sent mom and i to the store with a grocery list including cornstarch. since we have not yet covered obscure food items in french 23 this quarter, he helpfully google translated it and gave us the french. OH THANK YOU. so when, after scouring the first franprix (that's right, there's MOAR), we enlisted the lady a la caisse to help us, she had no idea what "amidon de maiz" was and neither did any other french person in the store (she asked them all). Dear Dad, Google Translate is a Bad Idea. as someone who has not taken a language class since it was created, you may not be aware of this, but the french people you talk to will be. so we called the padre and he used wordreference.com (good decision dinosaur) and we learned (remember, we are here to learn) that en fait they just use the most common brand name, Maizena. at this point mom and i decided we could not set foot back in the first franprix for at least a few hours til there were different people working, so we walked like 5 blocks to the next one (they are everywhere; there are two within 3 blocks of my apartment) and when i asked for the Maizena, it was as though we spoke the same language, and i was in and out of the store in under 3 minutes. SUCCESS!
also, mommy ingeniously remarked that it "seemed to her" that if we took the diagonal road instead of one that went down straight and then made a right-angle turn, we would get to the same place and it would be faster, and guess what?? SHE WAS RIGHT.
mind == blown.
(i love you mommy!)
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