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It's been over since months since I was in Paris, but I have a feeling that I will be back. I am working on a screenplay, about a painter named Urban. My beautiful Urban

UB in Salt Lake City

I'm back

So this blog will recede into the mists of memory. A meh memory, but a memory just the same.

And I'm broke. Kinda. I really have to start leaving within my means. & start selling those charms on eBay.

So, adieu Paris. Got some ideas for a chapbook, but nothing clear. I'm in the middle of everything.

Do one thing well, do one thing to the end... I can't even remember my slogan for the year. I suck.

I looked it up in my datebook, and it's Create-a-Day. I should have said Finish what you start.

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As I'm running out la porte

What I like about Paris

Red
Pistache
Pistache icecream cones
eclairs de pistache
Walking
Signage - A LOT of signage
Bright colors
Free High Speed internet
Drain pipes
Cracked & crumbly facades




What I don't like about Paris

Cold
Upstairs éléphant
English spoken rarely outside of touristy places
My inability to learn French
Homesickness
Bad shampoo & conditioner
Black - everyone wears black - lemmings

Countdown! One week and a day!

Am I depressed?

I'm not manic. I go to sleep about 7 pm, wake around 4 am because my back hurts. I don't want to go out (do the damn laundry already!) but I've been agoraphobic for awhile. I want to spend a week like a tourist, visiting all the touristy places.

But I have to get out of the apartment!

the éléphant upstairs

I have learned some new french words should I ever meet the éléphant upstairs:

Je vous maudis - I curse you
Grossier - rude
Le plus mauvais homme français sur terre - the worst french guy in the world
About his "girl"

talonneur dan de hauts talons - hooker in high heels Why else doesn't she take them off?

Je vous déteste - I hate you

Mourer - DIE!

It's 8:39 am and the merde already has his stereo loud. Turning on the cartoons!

I will go all ugly (American) on son âne français

Rude

I know why I'm not out & about that much: I don't walk fast. Hell, I don't do anything fast! So I'm constantly having people zip RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME like asshole cyclists do to buses here... & stop lights, pedestrians, cars... I think they should be struck on principle.



This is Sunday in Paris. Note the empty streets. Tomorrow is Sunday. I'll be out & about

More annoying sounds of Paris

It sounds like the jangle from those old Ice cream bicycles but a lot louder. And at my age, far more annoying. If the Good Humor man is pedaling down the street, he isn't making much progress down rue Rousselet,



Yesterday, it was air raid sirens. I kept looking for everyone to run, or some hysteria (I mean, these folks freak out at snow) but nothing. Then I waited for bombs. When nothing catastrophique happened, I went back to making a mess with watercolors.

Also, trying to write cowboy poetry, but mine veers off into social commentary. In galloping verse.

ALSO I was accepted into the Colrain Poetry Manuscript Conference. YAY ME!

Playing Battle of the Noise

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With the elephant upstairs. I have never heard someone with the footfall this thing (still don't know if it's male or female) as. I have the tv on LOUD, it's the cartoon channel, yet I can still hear it stamping about upstairs. I'm going to leave this in my review of this apartment. This bitch was worse than the weather!

I was excepted into the Colrain Poetry Manuscript conference in September. $995.00. Hope to have B Movie Substantially finished.

Caption this

Even I miss the Orange

Birdcage above the street. Then there's this guy:

What he has to do with a l'hopital on de Sevres, beats me.

Note the orange

Note the Panda, but DO NOT miss the bird cage on the wire above

Paris is in the small things

early time

The SUN shone today on rue Rousselet

Ain't it purty?

Writing is FUN

Or it should be. Worked on Book of Dia this morn and got good writing done: added another character (a glass blower), had Dia thinking she was all alone and headed them toward Navajo country.



Which has nothing to do with what I'm babbling about, but it's cool.

May have found a conditioner.

Hair is at that annoying length where it's all over my face. Hair feels soft at least

Had a bit of a slow down writing wise. Maybe I spoke too soon about having many projects going at once wasn't such a great idea. I have to finish first draft of Book of Dia at least or all is lost!

Another tick against Paris

The last thing I removed from my duffel was my henna conditioner, I had no idea what 50 pounds felt like, but I thought the duffel was heavy.

It was 39 lbs. I have blown over €100s on shampoo/conditioner/finishing (WTF) and a moisturizer. My poor hair looks like straw. I want to shave it off!

I blame Paris. Women here must have the thinnest hair on earth. Nothing I've tried is for a good head of hair. Oh. The conditioner doesn't move from where I put it on my head.

Le soupire!

Poems are popping outta my head! Wish I had faith in them. There's a of course it's in Tucson! I'm going to call to see if I can get into a class, or get private tutoring. Need poems by then. Maybe I'll have more faith in them.

Je soupire