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France is illogical...

Posted on 2008.02.06 at 13:46
feeling: calmcalm
The Enlightenment: L'age des Lumières. France: Rousseau, Montesquieu, Voltaire. The power of reason and rational thought process, the triumph of knowledge and intellectual progress over traditional religious imperatives.


France is referred to as one of the founding pillars of the Enlightenment era: logic reigned supreme. Key word being reigned.




Yesterday's post was a first example of how logic has been literally thrown out the proverbial fenêtre in France. I gots anuvva one for youse. Behold, illogicality (trust me, the word exists), French style.

There's currently an ad for this month's Elle France magazine being displayed in the metro. On the left hand of the cover, the following is proudly stated:

50 ways to look beautiful and feel comfortable at any age.

On the RIGHT hand side of the cover, merely centimetres away from the first statement, is plastered the following:

110 ways to look and feel younger.



Uhm. What??

France sucks.


(France's redeeming quality: the President just married a chick he's known for 11 weeks. Yeehah! Love it.)

praha, kate

Back on the Box

Posted on 2008.02.05 at 10:16
in: Paris
feeling: chipperchipper
So, on my way home from school yesterday, I walked past a shop window in which was displayed a fluoro-vomit-coloured handbag with chunky-gold-chain straps, advertised as the "Cheap&Chic" handbag.

Intriguing, I thought, I do like a bit of Cheap&Chic myself...




I looked at the price. The bag costs €564.

I laughed.


That's loiiike, AUD$1000.

I do believe that's referred to as false advertising, TIMES TWO. No cheap, No chic.


[Sorry Sorry it's been so long since I last wrote, but I've been über busy getting top marks in public philosophy and falling in love with Argentina. You know how it is. More regular posts from now on, chaps!! Pwomiss.]

xx

praha, kate

I planted a Tree.

Posted on 2007.11.13 at 12:19
Look at how she grows...



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BEFORE




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und AFTER

praha, kate

Clocking it Up

Posted on 2007.11.08 at 13:00
rockin' out to: All I Need-Radiohead
"Time doesn't click on and on at the stroke. It comes and goes in waves and folds like water; it flutters and sifts like dust, rises, billows, falls back on itself. When a wave breaks the water is not moving. The swell has travelled great distances but only the energy is moving, not the water. Perhaps time moves through us and not us through it. [...] The past is in us, not behind us. Things are never over." Tim Winton, Aquifer



Lovely. Lovely Lovely.

praha, kate

Horse Piddle

Posted on 2007.10.14 at 20:59
feeling: tiredtired
I got to spend nearly 5 hours in the Emergency ward of the Hopital Cochin on Thursday night. And as Damien so rightly pointed out to both myself and Aye Aye, as I lay on my disinfected death bed: "Cochin sounds like Cochon. Which means Pig".

I was there from 11pm till 3:30am, yessiree Bob, that's where you would have found me had you been looking for me at that time, oh yes indeed you would have.




I was tested and poked and prodded, and had stuff poured into me and stuff sucked out of me, and I even got a spinal tap!


And you wanna know the best part? It was all FREE! LOVELY LOVELY FREE! Courtesy of the French-State-That-Can't-Afford-It-Anymore.


Also a positive piece of information you might find interesting: I'm not dying of anything really horrible.

I always was fairly good at making light of unpleasant situations. But believe you me: Spinal taps...not fun.


praha, kate

How to be Appropriate

Posted on 2007.10.06 at 11:29
rockin' out to: Mates of State-Open Book
This morning I woke up, and then Damien and I put matboard and a photo inside an 80x100 frame, kneeling on my bed with a kitchen knife and a 20€ Vodafone recharge card.


We also talked about some life stuff, I pressed my face against the covers on a few occasions. It made me feel like I was more in control, or sumfink like that.






It's important to make sure you've got it together, isn't it? It's important not to put parts of your life on hold, and to really try and live through and for all aspects of the "journey", isn't it??

But I'm really not very good at that kind of shite, and this makes me feel inferior, makes me feel bad. And yet, strangely enough, I'm so against normative terms like good and bad. And this contradiction/hypocrisy makes me feel, uhm...bad.


Excess and Obsession and Social Inappropriateness and Excessive Obsessive Inappropriate emotion are bad, eh?

I've been informed that it's good to be stable and well-rounded and complete and to understand things like direction and balance and "personality construction". And to be open and receptive and tolerant and aware and successful and upwardly mobile and enthousiastic and appropriate and welcoming and to have hobbies and to be active and to love in a normal and balanced manner and to communicate and maintain relationships and to look after yourself and to not cause damage and to not want to give yourself entirely away and to be honest and upfront and to not listen to the same music over and over again.



So, frankly, it's a bit of shame a bit of pity a bit of a shame that my own personal internal computer says "No" to all of those good things. And says yes to the bad.



On the other hand, things are good. School has started and I like it and we live in a nice apartment and it's sunny today. Bright side, maybe? Yes Yes!

praha, kate

!!!

Posted on 2007.09.19 at 08:54
feeling: amusedamused



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My sister forwarded me this, and gee-whizz did I get a good 20 minutes of giggle time from it.


Call me what you will, these are the sort of things that make my day.

praha, kate

I'll resurrect myself, one of these days, I will.

Posted on 2007.09.03 at 23:19
feeling: contemplativecontemplative


ach soooooo. hello from paris!



because THAT is where I live now folks, yes it is indeed, and by gum it's a strange old feeling.

partly familiar, partly new.

always expensive.
particularly parisian.



let's recap: I buy a baguette in the mornings and walk with it tucked under my left arm; I blast through those metro turnstiles with intent and purpose, leaving scared and struggling tourists in my wake; I pierce my outer ears with those tell-tale white calling cards; I stare (grumpily) out the window, or blankly at other travellers and get up (almost) subconsciously at my stop; I stride, I don't stroll; I have a swish phone; I wear a little blue velour second-hand vest.

what does that make me?

It's been a week and I've evidently settled in more quickly than I had planned, and would have liked. oh well, la vie continue, žeho?

{sometimes looking at old photos, or more specifically, photos of the recent past, can be a kick in the teeth. yesterday I was sifting through snaps from praha, trying to choose ones to print and adorn the walls of our new abode, and the experience was more equivalent to 1000 Kicks in the Kidneys / similarly-soft-and-vital-organ.}

perhaps it wouldn't be particularly wise to have them on display 24/7, unless someone's willing to offer up their entire being for donation should I so require. any takers?}

but it's been a "welcome home" en douceur {a sweet one}, or as much as it was ever going to be. there have been smiling faces and open arms and eager ears awaiting me in both vienna and paris, of which I am deeply grateful. the weather has been pleasant, the parisians have been alright, and despite one incident involving me and a fist and a counter at the bank (followed by my surreptitious hawking up of saliva outside the doors of said bank at 1am, to let them know my disgust), my administrative rehabilitation has been smooth.


I have also made 2 visits to Ikea, and this is enough to undo any amount of banking bullshit. such innovation! so scandinavian! they just think of everything, them Swedes they do...to the point where it becomes almost scary. but ooh I like it.


{lordy-me, do I miss Prague or what}

sorry for the delay.
x
Me.In.Paris.

praha, kate
Posted on 2007.07.09 at 06:06
in: Canberra
rockin' out to: birdies

Time really is like sand. You always think you have too bloody much of the stuff (especially in your undies), and that it will never run out, until you try and grab onto a bunch of it with your hands and it all slips straight through your fingers.


I'm not feeling very good.



Maybe one day I'll get back to posting proppah entries on this blog, like. Maybe so. Maybe I'll just start posting snippets of crap poetry. Maybe not.


But right now, I'm not feeling good. So that sorta interesting stuff will just have to wait.



Do I sound like an ungrateful, whingey, whiney brat? Probably. But thems the breaks, kiddies.


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I'm sad. And nostalgia seems to be eating me from the inside.

praha, kate

Baywatch, Czech style

Posted on 2007.06.13 at 16:40
feeling: confusedconfused
rockin' out to: Patrice-Sneakers


I was pretty impressed this morning when I noticed that the one life guard on duty at the big swimming complex here in Prague was patently fast asleep. In plain view for all to see, at 11 in the morning.



These are the kind of things that will make it so damn hard to leave this country. And I'm serious when I say that.


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