Monthly Archive for July, 2006

Offline and traveling

Our wireless box is being returned today, so I’ll be offline starting in about an hour.

We get into SF the morning of the 2nd. That’s Wednesday for those of you without calanders. I have the same phone number I’ve had since 1999, so y’all know how to reach me.

We have a hugely long layover in Detroit, so I don’t know how much energy I’ll have the first day I’m back. However, I hear Strangers with Candy is playing at the Parkway that evening…..

Also, ‘les is playing a show on August 3rd at the Luggage Store Gallery in SF. Y’all should come out and see it.

I’m looking forward to seeing you.

Rain, rain, go away

It has finally cooled down in Paris. Thanks, it seems, to the rain that’s been falling on and off all day here. We went to the Palace de Tokyo on Wednesday. It was a long, hot day of museum going and site seeing, so we decided to have dinner close by at a Russian restaurant that we past while walking down the Avenue de New York from the Eiffel tower. Apparently there’s a Russian music conservatory close by.

The Russian place was large for a Paris restaurant, with a good sized back terrace and a biggish indoor dining room. The dinning room, like most of Paris, was not air conditioned, so all the patrons were seated on the patio out back.

We sat out there, enjoying the cooling air, avoiding what little there was left of daylight underneath giant patio umbrellas until a sudden gust of wind swooped in from above the high fences, bringing with it chunks of dirt and parts of flowers form off of the neighborhood trees. “Wow, that was some gust” we thought as we went about eating our entrees. That thought kept on for, oh, a good half our as one gust after another slammed into the patio, disturbing table settings, knocking over centerpieces, and felling potted plants. The wind were were willing to put up with. It wasn’t until the rain started that we decided that it was best to make our way indoors.

The rain was a light sprinkle at first. The snazzily dressed ladies next to us decided that a rain wasn’t so bad, really, and stayed outside. We decided, however, that it was time to go in. And good thing, too, because just a few minutes later, thunder and lightening were going like crazy and the rain became much heavier. Our brave patio companions eventually had to head in as well.

Truth be told, I would have rather stayed outside if at all possible. The dining room was…not that great. I can’t remember much about how it was decorated. I know there were those little wooden dolls that have other dolls inside them on a the tables. And I remember table clothes. But mostly, what was drawing the attention of the room was the large TV on the back wall. They had one some sort of Russian pop music extravaganza concert DVD. It was clearly a “Aging Diva and friends” sort of show. There was an outlandishly dressed woman singing most of the numbers with the help of a team dancers and other pop musical acts, including someone who I swear looked exactly like David Cassidy, 70s hair and all singing in front of a chorus line of old Russian ladies who were dressed like the dolls on the tables next to us. TVs are hard to ignore distractions generally. I don’t know how one is expected to manage to keep up conversation under these circumstances.

Next to the TV was a small stage with a some microphones, keyboards, and various other instruments. Apparently they often have live music. I’m sorta happy we missed it.

It was still raining after dinner so rather than take a leisurely walk next to the Seine, we high tailed it to the nearest metro station. Apparently the Point Alma metro is full up with groups of tourists during the summer. It was crowded full of what appeared to be several soaking wet tour groups.

That was one of the first nights of rain recently. It’s been cooler since then, I think. Today’s temperatures are splendid. Perfect jeans and T-shirt weather. It’s really too bad about the rain. I wish it would stop. We’re supposed to move boxes tonight and go picnic near the river. It sounded like such a splendid idea when we made plans yesterday, too. I’ve got a great big beach umbrella still but I don’t think that will do us much good.

A list

Things to do before we leave (in no order whatsoever):

-Go to the post office(31/7)
-Go to the Pompidou Center’s bookstore(31/7)
-Sell bike(31/7)
-Move our boxes to M.’s place(30/7)
-Go on a picnic by the Seine(It got rained out. Boo.)
-Pack our last odds and ends(31/7)
-Have lunch at that really great quiche place near the Jardin du Luxembourg(31/7)
-Enjoy some mango sorbet(30/7)
-Baguettes!
-Shower
-Help clean the living room(30/7)
-Listen to Matokie on KALX (30/7)

Good times.

I cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom. Celeste has done a wonderful job with the bedroom and about a quarter of the living room. You know, I manage to do a good job cleaning when I move and the whole time I’m kicking myself for not having done so complete a cleaning while I’ve been living here.

Stuff I bought in Paris

It’s amazing how much stuff you pick up in a year. I’m constantly collecting new clothes even though I tried to buy many fewer items than I wanted.

This is all consumerist zombie TMI, but I find how much I’ve managed to buy in the last year stunning so I think I’ll share.

A list of things that I bought that were not replacements for items that were worn out:

+2 pairs of navy surplus heavy wool pants
+2 pairs of heavy weight tights
+4 sweaters, 2 light wool and 2 thick cotton
+1 skirt
+2 short blazers, one wool and the other cotton corduroy
+1 light coat
+1 pair of shorts
+1 pair of brown shoes
+2 fancy dresses
+2 coats, 1 wool for everyday wear and 1 velvet for dressing up
+1 extremely light weight white shirt
+1 swimsuit, which I intended to replace my older one with but which ‘les has been using.
+1 pair of flip-flops
+4 pieces of jewelry – 1 brooch, 1 bracelet, 1 small necklace, and 1 watch
+6 pairs of small gloves that my mom sent us
+2 pairs of PJs
+1 bathrobe
+1 hat that was a gift from ‘les
+1 wallet large enough to hold my passport
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34 new items.

That’s all on top of the 2 pieces of luggage worth of clothes that I brought with me for the year and all the things I made, the books & CDs, the photos, and the random odds and ends that I bought while I was here. I have way too much stuff. But thankfully, I will not have to buy any new items for the winter. The winter and spring here seriously killed me, I wasn’t expecting to need warmer clothes than the ones I brought. I just figured layers would work, but my items to layer were too light! In fact, almost nothing I brought with me actually worked with the weather after about October. It was always hotter or colder than what I planned for. Stupid Bay-Area-mild-climate-that-requires-no-seasonal-clothing, you left me unprepared!

I think I should start keeping a big of things I buy as I buy them. Just to keep some perspective.

Packing

So we started packing this evening. It’s hard to believe that we’ve managed to acquire as much stuff as we have. We came here with two big pieces of luggage and a carry on each and that was it. Now we have boxes and boxes of things. Books and clothes mostly. I made a huge mistake in my packing last time – I brought normal SF weather clothes thinking that they’d work for most of the year. Turns out that in other parts of the world “cold” involves more than just throwing a wool jacket over your cardigan. Who knew?

Anyway, the other thing I’ve been packing is photos. I have a good sized box of them now. But I have a question for folks that I am going to be seeing when I get back. Would you actually want to look at 2 and a half photo albums worth of Paris photos? Just one album? I was going to lug them back to the States with me, but I could just skip it if it would be boring.

Housing

I’ve been looking at housing prices in The Hague. It’s so much cheaper there! I think even with the exchange rate, it’s still a bit cheaper than Oakland, let alone SF.

Let’s all move.

I need to put this away….

As I was looking up Holgas attempting to find out information about Polaroid backs (they don’t appear to make them anymore?), I managed to stumble on $140 TLR camera.

So cheap!

Seriously, I need to stop.

Holga! Holga!

Ok. So once again, I am totally obessed with Holgas. This was all brought up for me again because I happened by a design bookstore/ gallery space along the St. Martin Canal that sells Holgas along with some other toy cameras. Which made me think to go look at flickr for holga photos. Good times.

It’s such a silly camera! I want one. Maybe I should just go ahead and buy one. It could be waiting for me when I get to Berkeley.

I totally do that thing where I think aobut buying something on and off for years and yet can’t seem to justify it to myself. And then meanwhile I buy all kinds of stupid crap on a whim. That’s a thing other people do, right?

Also, I should never look the lomography site. I want all the cameras on there.

Tick bites: don’t do it

I’ve been meaning to post for a while but I just haven’t had the energy. Most of you have already heard this story, but I figured I should post just in case.

While we were in Germany, ‘les and I went hiking in the Black Forest. It was a lovely, warm day and for parts of the day we both walked around with either short sleeves or shorts on.

I didn’t think anything of if, but two days later I looked down at the back of my arm and saw what appeared to be a tick. Or at least what was left of a tick. ‘les pulled it off me and on examination it looked to have been smooshed some time before I found it. After poking around to make sure that the whole thing was out of my arm, we went about the rest of our day as if nothing had happened.

Then the next morning ‘les found a tick on her leg while taking a shower. She pulled the whole thing out with some tweezers and went about our day. Later that night, though, ‘les and I heard tell of some mysterious disease that afflicted people with tick bites in Germany. Something about brain swelling? Illness years later? Was it Lyme Disease or something else?

We looked up information about tick borne illnesses in Germany the next day when we got to The Hague. We couldn’t find anything about Lyme Disease, but there did appear to be other illnesses associated with tick bites that would manifest themselves a week or two after the bite.

‘les is a little ball of worry when it comes to sudden illnesses generally, but her worry over the tick bite was compounded by the fact that the area around her bite appeared to be infected. There was a large raised area around it and some redness. We decided that it would be best for her to go talk to a pharmacist about it.

Pharmacists in France are the Best Thing Ever. They are extremely helpful and knowledgeable and will generally give you all sorta of medical advice. They only tend to send you to a doctor if things seem serious. Pharmacists in the Netherlands are also extremely helpful but they couldn’t really say much about the bite so we were sent off to make an appointment with a doctor down the street. The doctor prescribed some topical ointment, guessing that it was just an infection and sent us on our way.

A day or two later, the bite was not any better. In fact, it looked to be worse. The red ring had gotten bigger. Celeste was more worried and felt a bit ill. By this time we were back in Paris so we went to see a pharmacist here. They told her to keep using the ointment and that if it was still a problem on Monday (it was Saturday by this time) to go see a doctor.

Monday rolled around and she still wasn’t feeling better so we headed to the hospital up the street. Hospitals in France are a lot like Kaiser medical centers in CA. All sorts of medical specialists are there, from dental surgeons to dermatologists. And you can get walk-in appointments to see people. We asked at the information booth who we should go see about the tick bite and she pointed us to the dermatology clinic.

It was noon when we got there, which was the lunch hour. I think it was around 2:30 or 3 that ‘les finally saw a doctor.

She ended up being diagnosed with lyme disease (!!) and given a prescription of antibiotics. The doctor was very nice and assured her that it wasn’t a big deal. She’ll need to take some pills twice a day for 21 days and stay out of the sun. She’d also have to get a blood test to make sure of the diagnosis, but the results wouldn’t be back for three weeks. There’s a holiday coming up in France, you see. No non-emergency blood work’s going to get done before Bastille Day.

At this time I would like to note that the dermatology clinic had people sporting some of the hippest glasses I’ve seen in France and some of the most casual dressed doctors I think I’ve ever seen anywhere. It’s hot out and they were all wearing flip-flops and shorts. With lab coats. Crazy.

So yeah. Celeste has lyme disease. She’s being treated early so 21 days of antibiotics will clear it up. But she’s still symptomatic, so her joints hurts and she generally feels ill. She’s exhausted most of the time and hasn’t been up for leaving the house much. I’ve been keeping her company and making sure everything that needs to get done around the house gets done. I hope she feels better soon, I’m like the least creative cook on the planet and I think we’re both getting tired of the tomato sauce variations I’m coming up with. Heh.

The non-traveling time has given me an opportunity to label and scan some photos from April and May. I’m starting to post them up on Flickr. I have blogging to catch up on too, including talking about the Philip’s concert that we went to Karlsruhe to see, the excellent, excellent modern art museum there, some stories from Cologne and The Hague.

Guantanamo

I watched The Road to Guantanamo this evening.

The movie is about three British men who were held in Guantanamo for years only to be released later without any charges.

The story is told through a series of interviews with the men, and then dramatized portions using actors playing the men. I thought the use of both real people, news footage and then actors was interesting, although I had trouble connecting the real person and the actor.

I walked out of that movie thinking “Man, we’re fuckers.”

These guys went to Afghanistan thinking that they could volunteer as aid workers and ended up getting swept up in group of people trying to surrender to American forces. They thought that once they were placed in American custody they’d be safe. Instead they were abused for two years in Cuba. Ain’t right.

I suggest folks take their favorite Bush voter out to see it. It’ll be good times.