02 September 2008
Pierre Corneille, you are my bitch lover!
so i'm pretty much up to my knees elbows neck hair? in 17th century french lit right now. ahhh. actually i really enjoy it, but i've gotten behind on readings and it's kicking my butt trying to catch up. I just finished Le Cid. Now I'm about to start La Querrelle du Cid (42 pages), which is an essay explaining why these two critics thought Le Cid was awful, but i'm pretty sure they just wrote it out of jealousy towards Corneille. Then I have to read an essay (16 pages) about Le Cid, which is actually laudatory of the play. THEN... I have to read a classmates 3 pages analysis of the play to discuss in class tomorrow. Did I mention it's 1:52am! but hey, i needed a break from all the french. time to get back to the ol' meule à aiguiser (grindstone).
10 August 2008
monies
so it's official.... i have two jobs. i swore it would never happen, but going to europe for 10 months leaves you completely broke. technically my job at abercrombie kids, from this point forward is only gonna be one day a week and only to keep the discount, but still... on that point my saturday was filled with working at abercrombie and WATCHING THE OLYMPICS!!! I'm addicted. It's official. I just can't wait for the gymnastics. That's pretty much occupied my day today until I have to go to work at 3 :-(.
After that there is Jordi's bday pool bash at Tj's. That should be good times. I love swimming and am sad that I haven't gotten to do much of it this summer.
Apart from that include practicing, reed making, and more practicing. Geez, I have such an exciting life. Orchestra auditions are on Saturday and I have to get in some serious practice time in with the contra. yeah, that's right. Fellenbaum is making all of the bassoons audition on contra. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate contra? If not, let me do it now. I....HATE.......CONTRA......BASSOON! Well, pretty much just playing it in orchestra, but still.
Well, back to watching the olympics. woohoo, powerlifting
After that there is Jordi's bday pool bash at Tj's. That should be good times. I love swimming and am sad that I haven't gotten to do much of it this summer.
Apart from that include practicing, reed making, and more practicing. Geez, I have such an exciting life. Orchestra auditions are on Saturday and I have to get in some serious practice time in with the contra. yeah, that's right. Fellenbaum is making all of the bassoons audition on contra. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate contra? If not, let me do it now. I....HATE.......CONTRA......BASSOON! Well, pretty much just playing it in orchestra, but still.
Well, back to watching the olympics. woohoo, powerlifting
07 August 2008
Back in the swing of things
So I realize I missed a lot of posting, but now I'm back in the States and am getting back into a normal schedule. Hopefully part of this schedule will be blogging regularly. Summer class ended today and none to soon. Not that I don't love World Civilization, in fact I'm quite fond of civilization, but that class was too much for me. I feel bad admitting it, but I came very close to falling asleep several times in that class.
Finishing that class made me realize something. I am one step closer to graduation and... the real world. Just so we're clear, by real world I mean I'll be moving out of TN to go to grad school. Not sure where exactly yet, but hopefully somewhere in the NE. My list of applications at this point include Yale, Harvard, Princeton, Columbia, NYU, and U of Chicago. Not really looking forward to filling out applications. It's going to feel like applying to undergrad all over again, but this time it'll be a 5-6 yr commitment rather than 4.
Now that class is over, I'll be working quite a bit in the weeks to come before fall classes start. Currently I'm working at abercrombie kids and Calhoun's on the River. Once school starts I'll mostly be at Calhoun's, but I'll probably keep one shift a week at abercrombie so that I can keep my discount, cuz let's be honest, I need new clothes.
As for right now, I'm gonna head to sleep so that I can get up in the morning and hand out PMA flyers to the band freshies.
More to come...
Finishing that class made me realize something. I am one step closer to graduation and... the real world. Just so we're clear, by real world I mean I'll be moving out of TN to go to grad school. Not sure where exactly yet, but hopefully somewhere in the NE. My list of applications at this point include Yale, Harvard, Princeton, Columbia, NYU, and U of Chicago. Not really looking forward to filling out applications. It's going to feel like applying to undergrad all over again, but this time it'll be a 5-6 yr commitment rather than 4.
Now that class is over, I'll be working quite a bit in the weeks to come before fall classes start. Currently I'm working at abercrombie kids and Calhoun's on the River. Once school starts I'll mostly be at Calhoun's, but I'll probably keep one shift a week at abercrombie so that I can keep my discount, cuz let's be honest, I need new clothes.
As for right now, I'm gonna head to sleep so that I can get up in the morning and hand out PMA flyers to the band freshies.
More to come...
28 May 2008
We're friends of Rick
or
We'll always have....Casablanca
or
My return to blogging
So.....If anyone is still reading, here is my long awaited return to blogging. Yes, it has been a couple of months since I've posted. Yes, You will probably still be bored reading this (hopefully not). Yes, a lot has happened in 2 months. No, I will not recount every excruciating detail. I will however write about my last amazing trip. I'm not sure if it's to record somewhere that it actually happened or if it's merely to brag, but here goes.
CASABLANCA, MOROCCO!!!!! That's right. AFRICA. Well technically, not everyone considers this part of Africa to be Africa. When I told all of my French friends I was going to Africa, they all got excited and asked me where. However, upon my response, I got the same disappointing response. "Maroc? C'est pas dans l'Afrique. C'est Maghreb." Mahgreb? WTF??? As I'm sure any Americain will agree, Morocco is attached to the African continent. It's in Africa. I'm guessing the Maghreb distinction is strictly French and is probably spurned from their subconscious anger of losing all of their African colonies, especially when you look at the countries that the French consider to be part of Maghreb: Morocco, Algeria, Tunisia, Libya and Mauritania. All of these, with the exception of Libya, where at one point French colonies.*
So anywho...After a delightful 2 1/2 hr flight from Lyon, France to Mohammed V Airport in Casablanca, we arrived 1 min late for the train to the city center. Of course the train only runs every hour so we're stuck in the sketchiest of skecth train stations in the world. Most of it was under construction and dimly lit and there were mosquitoes everywhere, but Claire and Kristen were happy cuz they got to smoke inside. EVERYWHERE inside. We're used to the new French law forbidding smoking in public places, but that does not exist in Morocco. Restaurants, bars, shops, wherever you want, you can smoke. So after an hour of waiting for the train. We had a 40 min ride to Casablanca center in an extremely dimly lit train the windows of which were too dirty to see out of. We arrived at the train station and realized we had no clue how to get to our hotel. Luckily there were extremely pushy taxi drivers who were ready to help us. One thing you should know about taxi drivers in Morocco is that they not only work off the fare they get paid for driving you to your destination, but they also make commissions from hotels. The entire taxi ride which lasted all of 10 min consisted of our driver trying to convince us to stay in a chain hotels in the city center. He told us the hotel we had booked was not nice and was extremely dirty. We survived the cab ride and paid him his 60 dirham(aprx. $8).
Needless to say we were extremely surprised to check into our hotel and find that it was amazing. It WAS in the old part of town (the ancienne médina), which at night I'll admit gets a little creepy, but the hotel just had soo much character. All of the walls were brightly painted and had all kinds of art work hanging on them. Our room had 3 twin beds, a private bath, a TV, a view of the ocean and freshly painted orange-red walls. It was around 11pm the first night when we found somewhere to eat. We decided on the only restaurant that we found that was still open. It just happened to be a quite large seafood restaurant. We thought it was small at first, as it looked like it only had a small terrasse for seating. When we entered we were directed through a bar, a small waiting area and two dining rooms to our table in the back by what appeared to be a bunch of business men. In front of me was a French business man and his wife/girlfriend/hooker with an Arab business man. To our right, was the strangest mix of men. All of them were obviously businessmen who had just met that day. They were all very awkward around each other and kept switching between French and English. There were 8 or them in total but only about 3 were carrying on the conversation. The others either looked bored or confused. Two of these 3 were obviously French from the way they were speaking and the other was OBVIOUSLY Americain, by his very broken French, strong Americain accent and his rather large waist size. For dinner, we ordered 3 menus and split them. One was just fried seafood, but really good fried seafood: shrimp and 3 kinds of different fish, all with the heads still attached. The other was some kind of fish filet as it was called on the menu, but was more like a steak when it was delivered. After dinner, we returned to the hotel and smoked some licorice flavored hookah with the really nice guy that was working the desk. He also served us scotch and mint tea, which is REALLY popular in Morocco, the tea that is, not the whiskey.
Now it's break time. I'll finish the rest later tonight.
*so actually after a little research, i found out that Maghreb is actually the Arabic word for this region, but it is a little ironic, a little toooo ironic, don't cha think (à la morisette)
CASABLANCA, MOROCCO!!!!! That's right. AFRICA. Well technically, not everyone considers this part of Africa to be Africa. When I told all of my French friends I was going to Africa, they all got excited and asked me where. However, upon my response, I got the same disappointing response. "Maroc? C'est pas dans l'Afrique. C'est Maghreb." Mahgreb? WTF??? As I'm sure any Americain will agree, Morocco is attached to the African continent. It's in Africa. I'm guessing the Maghreb distinction is strictly French and is probably spurned from their subconscious anger of losing all of their African colonies, especially when you look at the countries that the French consider to be part of Maghreb: Morocco, Algeria, Tunisia, Libya and Mauritania. All of these, with the exception of Libya, where at one point French colonies.*
So anywho...After a delightful 2 1/2 hr flight from Lyon, France to Mohammed V Airport in Casablanca, we arrived 1 min late for the train to the city center. Of course the train only runs every hour so we're stuck in the sketchiest of skecth train stations in the world. Most of it was under construction and dimly lit and there were mosquitoes everywhere, but Claire and Kristen were happy cuz they got to smoke inside. EVERYWHERE inside. We're used to the new French law forbidding smoking in public places, but that does not exist in Morocco. Restaurants, bars, shops, wherever you want, you can smoke. So after an hour of waiting for the train. We had a 40 min ride to Casablanca center in an extremely dimly lit train the windows of which were too dirty to see out of. We arrived at the train station and realized we had no clue how to get to our hotel. Luckily there were extremely pushy taxi drivers who were ready to help us. One thing you should know about taxi drivers in Morocco is that they not only work off the fare they get paid for driving you to your destination, but they also make commissions from hotels. The entire taxi ride which lasted all of 10 min consisted of our driver trying to convince us to stay in a chain hotels in the city center. He told us the hotel we had booked was not nice and was extremely dirty. We survived the cab ride and paid him his 60 dirham(aprx. $8).
Needless to say we were extremely surprised to check into our hotel and find that it was amazing. It WAS in the old part of town (the ancienne médina), which at night I'll admit gets a little creepy, but the hotel just had soo much character. All of the walls were brightly painted and had all kinds of art work hanging on them. Our room had 3 twin beds, a private bath, a TV, a view of the ocean and freshly painted orange-red walls. It was around 11pm the first night when we found somewhere to eat. We decided on the only restaurant that we found that was still open. It just happened to be a quite large seafood restaurant. We thought it was small at first, as it looked like it only had a small terrasse for seating. When we entered we were directed through a bar, a small waiting area and two dining rooms to our table in the back by what appeared to be a bunch of business men. In front of me was a French business man and his wife/girlfriend/hooker with an Arab business man. To our right, was the strangest mix of men. All of them were obviously businessmen who had just met that day. They were all very awkward around each other and kept switching between French and English. There were 8 or them in total but only about 3 were carrying on the conversation. The others either looked bored or confused. Two of these 3 were obviously French from the way they were speaking and the other was OBVIOUSLY Americain, by his very broken French, strong Americain accent and his rather large waist size. For dinner, we ordered 3 menus and split them. One was just fried seafood, but really good fried seafood: shrimp and 3 kinds of different fish, all with the heads still attached. The other was some kind of fish filet as it was called on the menu, but was more like a steak when it was delivered. After dinner, we returned to the hotel and smoked some licorice flavored hookah with the really nice guy that was working the desk. He also served us scotch and mint tea, which is REALLY popular in Morocco, the tea that is, not the whiskey.
Now it's break time. I'll finish the rest later tonight.
*so actually after a little research, i found out that Maghreb is actually the Arabic word for this region, but it is a little ironic, a little toooo ironic, don't cha think (à la morisette)
01 February 2008
from bad to worse
well, last post was about my cold. unfortunately things have only gotten worse. flu season is upon us and it pretty much kicked my ass last night. i've have absolutely no energy for the past few days. this morning i woke up around 3am and i was sweating hardcore. it hurts my throat and my ears when ever i swallow and i ache all over. i guess i should have had my flu shot this year. i've been lying in bed all day, basically cuz whenever i stand up i get really dizzy. jean went to the pharmacy this morning for me. i wrote down all of my symptoms on a sheet of paper and the pharmacist said it def sounded like the flu. so, she gave me some kind of cough syrup to help with my sore throat and some hardcore fever reducer to alternate with ibuprofen. luckily it's the weekend so i can lie in bed all weekend. i'm gonna try to get some sleep now, but just thought i should give a quick update.
24 January 2008
Je déteste les rhumes!!!!
or
Bring on the drugs...
Ok, so I swear one of these days I'm going to get the hang of regular blog posting, but until then we'll just think of my sporadic posting as, shall we say, random outbreaks of textual diarrhea.
This past weekend, I was definitely the laziest person on the planet. I literally didn't leave my apt after we dropped Mira off at the train station in the morning. My weekend pretty much consisted of me either lying in bed or sitting at my desk and watching movies and/or south park (my new guilty pleasure). Although Mira's leaving was extremely sad and she is now probably frozen in some block of ice in the crazy Minnosotean (is that a word? well, if it wasn't it is now!) winter, thanks to her i now have a really kick-ass wall:
Oh, and check out my new lamp on my desk. 5 euro at Pier Imports! heck yes soldes. But that's all I'm going to say about Mira's leaving, because i don't need to be sad right now. I already have a sniffly nose and tearing up would make it worse.
So things are starting to get back into a normal pattern around Chambs (if our lives here could ever be considered normal). Class started back on Monday. Well, some classes that is. The management classes don't start for another 2 wks (i think) which means that right now I'm kicking myself for being a language student. So far, I have 5 translation classes (i know, right?) 4 of them are written and one is oral, an american cinema and society class* (quite ridiculous, yet HIGHLY entertaining), french grammar, old french, latin, italian, and a 20th century french lit class. It should be an fun semester.
*so this class was aimed at filling one of my gen ed requirements at UT, but after actually attending the class, I doubt that will happen. In the first class, we watched an episode of MacGyver. Yes, that's right. Make-a-nuclear-bomb-out-of-a-paperclip,-gum,-a-half-dollar,-an- peanut-butter MacGyver. Don't get me wrong. I love the show and actually, wednesday was the first time i had actually seen an episode, but the teacher dug further into MacGyver than anyone EVER should. We had to relate this particular episode of MacGyver to the typical American view of colonialism and she made references to Iraq, the native americans, the wild west, Robinson Crusoe and the Bible. Several of her points were valid, however i feel that for some of them, she might have stretched a little too far. Ooooo, and next week is Team America: World Police. Which she told the students on wed. was a depiction of america's foreign policy. should be good times. :-)
Anywho, this crazy Chambéry weather is wrecking havoc on me. I'm finally sick for the first time (well, excluding the unfortunate stomach whatever on the train, which we will no longer discuss. Luckily, this time, I think it's just a common cold. So that means I've been downing soup and hot tea like it's nobody's business, because i'm trying to avoid the suppository happy french pharmacists that Liz warned me about. So for now I will just settle for my quickly depleting supply of mouchoirs.
Well, I guess that about does it for now. It's time to get ready to go out. Today is Sandra's (german friend) birthday and she is making dinner for us. Apparently in Europe this is fairly common. I'm not gonna complain. YAY food!
ciao
This past weekend, I was definitely the laziest person on the planet. I literally didn't leave my apt after we dropped Mira off at the train station in the morning. My weekend pretty much consisted of me either lying in bed or sitting at my desk and watching movies and/or south park (my new guilty pleasure). Although Mira's leaving was extremely sad and she is now probably frozen in some block of ice in the crazy Minnosotean (is that a word? well, if it wasn't it is now!) winter, thanks to her i now have a really kick-ass wall:
Oh, and check out my new lamp on my desk. 5 euro at Pier Imports! heck yes soldes. But that's all I'm going to say about Mira's leaving, because i don't need to be sad right now. I already have a sniffly nose and tearing up would make it worse.
So things are starting to get back into a normal pattern around Chambs (if our lives here could ever be considered normal). Class started back on Monday. Well, some classes that is. The management classes don't start for another 2 wks (i think) which means that right now I'm kicking myself for being a language student. So far, I have 5 translation classes (i know, right?) 4 of them are written and one is oral, an american cinema and society class* (quite ridiculous, yet HIGHLY entertaining), french grammar, old french, latin, italian, and a 20th century french lit class. It should be an fun semester.
*so this class was aimed at filling one of my gen ed requirements at UT, but after actually attending the class, I doubt that will happen. In the first class, we watched an episode of MacGyver. Yes, that's right. Make-a-nuclear-bomb-out-of-a-paperclip,-gum,-a-half-dollar,-an- peanut-butter MacGyver. Don't get me wrong. I love the show and actually, wednesday was the first time i had actually seen an episode, but the teacher dug further into MacGyver than anyone EVER should. We had to relate this particular episode of MacGyver to the typical American view of colonialism and she made references to Iraq, the native americans, the wild west, Robinson Crusoe and the Bible. Several of her points were valid, however i feel that for some of them, she might have stretched a little too far. Ooooo, and next week is Team America: World Police. Which she told the students on wed. was a depiction of america's foreign policy. should be good times. :-)
Anywho, this crazy Chambéry weather is wrecking havoc on me. I'm finally sick for the first time (well, excluding the unfortunate stomach whatever on the train, which we will no longer discuss. Luckily, this time, I think it's just a common cold. So that means I've been downing soup and hot tea like it's nobody's business, because i'm trying to avoid the suppository happy french pharmacists that Liz warned me about. So for now I will just settle for my quickly depleting supply of mouchoirs.
Well, I guess that about does it for now. It's time to get ready to go out. Today is Sandra's (german friend) birthday and she is making dinner for us. Apparently in Europe this is fairly common. I'm not gonna complain. YAY food!
ciao
12 January 2008
Bonne année, bonne année, bonne-ne-ne-ne-ne année...
So here I am. Finally updating this blog that was intended to be done on a regular schedule, but with all of the goings on in the past month seems to have fallen through the cracks. Hopefully, now i am back with blogging fury and things will actually be posted.
Going back a little bit, I was recently in Paris for New Year's Eve. Yeah. After my amazingly awful trip back to France, Paris was a nice break. After arriving in Paris after midnight, i found out from Claire that our hotel had been upgraded. Originally we were supposed to be in Montmartre on the northside of Paris, but due to a booking conflict they moved us to another one of their hotels (beside the EIFFEL TOWER!!!)
So that's the view from our hotel window. My first night consisted of me passing out and waking up around 11 the next morning. Around 11, our canadian friend jessica came to the hotel and claire and i went out exploring. We saw all of the big sights, but didn't actually go in anywhere because i already had and claire didn't feel like waiting in line. I will say however that it is amazing that even though it's been 3 yrs since i was in Paris, there are still the same annoying men around the Eiffel Tower trying to sell the same annoying keychains. After sightseeing, claire and i were pretty much starving so we headed over to the latin quarter near notre dame to get some cheap dinner (def the cheapest place to eat in Paris). After dinner, we met back up with jess at the hotel to go grocery shopping for supplies for the night (really cheap sparkling wine, classy right?) In the process i realized that i left my pants i was planning on wearing out in the states, so of course that meant we had to go shopping. In case you're not familiar with french business hours, nothing is ever open, EVER. So it was a little difficult trying to find somewhere to buy decent jeans, but at last we succeeded and i highly recommend this store.
When we got back to the hotel we began the festivities, around 7ish. Let's just say that New Year's Eve is a time for excess. If you want to know more about the evenings activities just ask me, but i won't be going into details on here.
That being said, we slept in on New Year's Day and woke up around 2ish. We were all starving and didn't feel like walking anywhere, so i am ashamed to admit that we had lunch at the McDo's across the street from our luxurious 6 story hotel on the outskirts of Paris that didn't have an elevator and in which our room was on the top floor, not so cute. The rest of New Year's Day was spent in the hotel room with the lights off and curtains drawn watching movies and Will & Grace.
The next day we had to switch hotels again and met up with Jean. I really liked this hotel. It wasn't exceptionally nice, but it's location is what did it for me. This was directly across the street:
In case you don't know what this is, it's the Conservatoire Nationale Supérieure de Musique et de Danse de Paris. It just made me happy staying across the street from it. We were also across the street from the Cité de la Musique. This was where Jean, Claire and i had sushi. MMMM. It was the first time in more than a month and only the second time since i had been in France. Sad times i know.
Well, that pretty much gets us up to date with the Paris trip. I will have pics on facebook soon. As for now, I'm gonna try to get a little studying done, because I still have two more exams left, french linguistics on wed and italian on thurs.
ciao
Going back a little bit, I was recently in Paris for New Year's Eve. Yeah. After my amazingly awful trip back to France, Paris was a nice break. After arriving in Paris after midnight, i found out from Claire that our hotel had been upgraded. Originally we were supposed to be in Montmartre on the northside of Paris, but due to a booking conflict they moved us to another one of their hotels (beside the EIFFEL TOWER!!!)
So that's the view from our hotel window. My first night consisted of me passing out and waking up around 11 the next morning. Around 11, our canadian friend jessica came to the hotel and claire and i went out exploring. We saw all of the big sights, but didn't actually go in anywhere because i already had and claire didn't feel like waiting in line. I will say however that it is amazing that even though it's been 3 yrs since i was in Paris, there are still the same annoying men around the Eiffel Tower trying to sell the same annoying keychains. After sightseeing, claire and i were pretty much starving so we headed over to the latin quarter near notre dame to get some cheap dinner (def the cheapest place to eat in Paris). After dinner, we met back up with jess at the hotel to go grocery shopping for supplies for the night (really cheap sparkling wine, classy right?) In the process i realized that i left my pants i was planning on wearing out in the states, so of course that meant we had to go shopping. In case you're not familiar with french business hours, nothing is ever open, EVER. So it was a little difficult trying to find somewhere to buy decent jeans, but at last we succeeded and i highly recommend this store.
When we got back to the hotel we began the festivities, around 7ish. Let's just say that New Year's Eve is a time for excess. If you want to know more about the evenings activities just ask me, but i won't be going into details on here.
That being said, we slept in on New Year's Day and woke up around 2ish. We were all starving and didn't feel like walking anywhere, so i am ashamed to admit that we had lunch at the McDo's across the street from our luxurious 6 story hotel on the outskirts of Paris that didn't have an elevator and in which our room was on the top floor, not so cute. The rest of New Year's Day was spent in the hotel room with the lights off and curtains drawn watching movies and Will & Grace.
The next day we had to switch hotels again and met up with Jean. I really liked this hotel. It wasn't exceptionally nice, but it's location is what did it for me. This was directly across the street:
In case you don't know what this is, it's the Conservatoire Nationale Supérieure de Musique et de Danse de Paris. It just made me happy staying across the street from it. We were also across the street from the Cité de la Musique. This was where Jean, Claire and i had sushi. MMMM. It was the first time in more than a month and only the second time since i had been in France. Sad times i know.
Well, that pretty much gets us up to date with the Paris trip. I will have pics on facebook soon. As for now, I'm gonna try to get a little studying done, because I still have two more exams left, french linguistics on wed and italian on thurs.
ciao
10 January 2008
Half-way around the world and back in 8 days...
So as you can tell from my last post, I'm back in France now. Surprisingly, I am very relieved to be back. After such a short time, it is amazing how accustomed you can grow to a place.
So here's a brief run down of the holiday events.
Dec. 22nd
à tout
So here's a brief run down of the holiday events.
Dec. 22nd
- train from Chambéry to Geneva
- night in hostel with smelly Indian businessmen from London who talk (loudly) in their sleep
- wake up at 04:00 (GMT +1:00)
- lug a 50 pound suitcase with no rollers to the train station and then to check-in at airport
- flight from Geneva, Switzerland to Frankfurt, Germany (1 1/2 hr delay)
- flight from Frankfurt, Germany to Charlotte, NC
- flight from Charlotte, NC to Nashville, TN
- dinner at Baja Fresh (
Mexican foodTex-Mex doesn't exist inFranceEurope)
- Christmas at my sister's 9am
- Christmas at my dad's mom's noon
- Christmas at my mom's mom's 4pm
- Midnight (9pm) mass
- After-mass breakfast at my aunt's 10:30pm
- Christmas at my step-mom's mom's 10am
- Christmas at my mom's 4pm
- American TV!!!!
- shopping with my mom and sis (babysitting my niece and nephew)
- dinner out for my sis and stepdad's bdays
- HAIRCUT!!!!
- WALMART!!!!
- breakfast at Cracker Barrel
- flight from Nashville, TN to Philadelphia, PA
- 2 1/2 hr maintenance delay for flight to Munich, Germany
- 1 hr standing at the USAirways service counter readjusting flights to go to Geneva from Munich since I originally only had 45 min between flights
- cancel TGV ticket from Geneva to Paris, because I arrived in Geneva 1 min!!!! after my train left
- booked new ticket from Geneva to Paris for 122 CHF (appx. $108 US)
- didn't use my meal voucher, because i didn't realize i had it
- flight from Munich, Germany to Geneva, Switzerland
- train from Geneva, Switzerland to Paris, France!!!!
- on the 3 1/2 hr train ride we were informed that we were being redirected through Dijon, France (AN HOUR AND A HALF OUT OF THE WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!) ugh
- arrived in Paris, France around 00:30
- found out our hotel had changed, to right beside the Eiffel Tower!!
- metro ride to the hotel
- didn't have any euro and the metro ticket office was closed.
- thus, i bought a 1,50 euro metro ticket with my bank card with my account that had 1,53 euro in it
- arrived at the hotel around 01:30
- crashed
à tout
06 January 2008
Bonjour tous,
Yes. In case you're wondering, I DO realize that it's been more than a month since my last post and hopefully this horrible trend won't continue any longer. Unfortunately seeing as I have a translation exam in approximately 8 hours, this will be a brief post, mostly geared at trying to make me sleepy since my sleeping schedule is all f*d up right now due to hella traveling and to extreme stomach issues (more details to come in later posts, of the former not the latter(i mean come on, I'm not Ysabel ;-) ) ).
Ok, so this blog has one major point which is directly addressed at 3 of my probable 4 readers (sorry Mira). I'm working on planning/preparing for my junior/senior/whatever-you-want-to-call-it recital. Back in the fall, Liz came to visit and I was pretty sure that we had figured out a program, based on French bassoon music. However, I'm starting to debate one of the pieces on the program and need some advice. I'm having trouble deciding between two pieces, the Tansman Sonatine and the Tansman Suite. I had decided on the Sonatine and even got the music while i was home, but the past few days i have been listening to the Suite and am starting to like it more. Ugh, that's where you guys (Benhameen, Ys, and Liz) come in. If at all possible, could you try to listen to recordings of the two pieces and give me your opinion. I know Liz probably knows both pieces by heart and has the good CD. However, i don't think it would be too hard to find a recording or i could try to send you a copy. I know that the Sonatine is available on ITunes, but I'm not sure of the quality.
Anywho, any help would be GREATLY appreciated and now I'm gonna try to get a little sleep. Thank you all for taking the time to read this slightly boring post and i promise i will post again with many more interesting things on tuesday.
à tout!
Yes. In case you're wondering, I DO realize that it's been more than a month since my last post and hopefully this horrible trend won't continue any longer. Unfortunately seeing as I have a translation exam in approximately 8 hours, this will be a brief post, mostly geared at trying to make me sleepy since my sleeping schedule is all f*d up right now due to hella traveling and to extreme stomach issues (more details to come in later posts, of the former not the latter(i mean come on, I'm not Ysabel ;-) ) ).
Ok, so this blog has one major point which is directly addressed at 3 of my probable 4 readers (sorry Mira). I'm working on planning/preparing for my junior/senior/whatever-you-want-to-call-it recital. Back in the fall, Liz came to visit and I was pretty sure that we had figured out a program, based on French bassoon music. However, I'm starting to debate one of the pieces on the program and need some advice. I'm having trouble deciding between two pieces, the Tansman Sonatine and the Tansman Suite. I had decided on the Sonatine and even got the music while i was home, but the past few days i have been listening to the Suite and am starting to like it more. Ugh, that's where you guys (Benhameen, Ys, and Liz) come in. If at all possible, could you try to listen to recordings of the two pieces and give me your opinion. I know Liz probably knows both pieces by heart and has the good CD. However, i don't think it would be too hard to find a recording or i could try to send you a copy. I know that the Sonatine is available on ITunes, but I'm not sure of the quality.
Anywho, any help would be GREATLY appreciated and now I'm gonna try to get a little sleep. Thank you all for taking the time to read this slightly boring post and i promise i will post again with many more interesting things on tuesday.
à tout!
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