One, I miss seeing and talking to you all to a high degree, blogging acknowledges this absence, and thus, to not blog is to ignore the absence and pretend that I just saw you yesterday and have already updated you on my life. When in doubt, just put your head in the sand. It's always better that way.
random photo of library at the Chateau de Fontainbleu
Two, I have settled into my Parisian lifestyle, and it all feels quite normal to me. Why would I write lengthy and descriptive blogs about normal things? A twenty minute metro ride at midnight listening to a bass player busking up and down the car after spending the evening at the theater watching a play by Moliere? Normal. Drinking seven cups of very strong coffee in one day so as to not fall asleep while researching Matisse's thought process in the creation of his Nu de Dos series in relation to his knowledge of Rodin's Walking Man, Trois Baigneuses by Cezanne, and Nu de dos aux bras leves by Picasso? Normal. Sampling roughly twenty-five different kinds of cheeses in the course of three hours at the Salon d'Agriculture while petting the animals whose milk was used to make them? Normal. Sipping black sesame bubble tea while walking down the cobblestone pedestrian street lined with cherry trees in full bloom in my little quartier chinois? Normal. Dancing in my room every hour on the hour to celebrate my love for Balkan folk music, Bob Dylan, and Bombs Over Baghdad while the Eiffel tower sparkles behind me for five minutes? Best. Study break. Ever. All this to say, I've made myself at home here and thus blogging doesn't feel necessary.
killer sunsets aren't just for Texas
Three, I'm super lazy for things that do not have an impending due date or promise of a cookie. Why do today what you could put off till your next reincarnation? If I were a Hindu or a Jain I would get absolutely nothing done.
Four, I've been spending so much of my time writing essays, preparing presentations, reading stuff, and doing conjugations worksheets (the ones with impending due dates) that at the end of the day having to string words together into a logical bit just takes too much energy. I never knew that extensive use of your brain could make you so physically tired. Just two hours of trying to understand and translate Diderot yapping on about the Salon of 1765 drains a shocking amount of energy, and I would prefer to spend the remainder of what is left doing something that is not in front of a computer screen.
city smog makes for amazing evening skyscapes of which I have way too many photos
Of these four hypotheses in relation to my lack of blog content, I'm going to have to admit that number three is the most likely. What can I say? My computer doesn't have a deadline or spit out cookies through the CD slot. If you really want to know what I've been up to, drink two cups of the strongest coffee possible, Sharpie out half the words on a page of a Shakespeare play and then write an essay about the page for an hour, climb into your dryer and set on low tumble to simulate the metro at rush hour, and then crank up my favorite Outkast song mentioned above and crazy dance with a string of Christmas lights flashing behind you. Yup, that should do it :) It's a sometimes stressful and hectic life, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.
yup, here's another one
I've thus spent this whole blog explaining why I haven't been blogging, and now I must get back to my research paper due tomorrow, so I don't have time to write an actual blog...chicken/egg. I love and miss you all dearly. Happy Spring!
-Kate Alice
Oh, what's that? Did I hear you say you wanted yet another sunset photo? My pleasure.
Oh, what's that? Did I hear you say you wanted yet another sunset photo? My pleasure.
2 comments:
Deadline? Reward? Let me suggest that at some date in June, maybe, there might be -- or maybe there might NOT be -- a tray of hot, steaming, thick, chewy, absolutely messy, carb-loaded, chocolate cookies ready to pull out of our little creek-side oven for anybody who has sent an over-abundance of photos from Paris. What a shame NOT to be able to pull out that pan of ........
Hmmm. A well-conceived (and delivered) piece on the difficulties of keeping in touch with all loved ones, all the time. Each reason probably accounts for at least one post and some perhaps for two. We understand. We love whatever posts you find time to share and all your photos, yes even the sunsets. The descriptions and photos transport us and give our lives an exotic feel for those few minutes. ...and BTW, I heard the guy in C-4 across the way really likes your dance moves! Oh, the tables are turned? ha. fun to tease. I want to study in that library, visit the Singer bicycle shop, and ride part of Paris-Brest-Paris...someday.
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