Friday, August 17, 2007
when all i said and done (Click the title to hear the song)
Heres to us one more toast and then well pay the bill
Deep inside both of us can feel the autumn chill
Birds of passage, you and me
We fly instinctively
When the summers over and the dark clouds hide the sun
Neither you nor Im to blame when all is said and done
In our lives we have walked some strange and lonely treks
Slightly worn but dignified and not too old for sex
Were still striving for the sky
No taste for humble pie
Thanks for all your generous love and thanks for all the fun
Neither you nor Im to blame when all is said and done
Its so strange when youre down and lying on the floor
How you rise, shake your head, get up and ask for more
Clear-headed and open-eyed
With nothing left untried
Standing calmly at the crossroads,no desire to run
Theres no hurry any more when all is said and done
Standing calmly at the crossroads,no desire to run
Theres no hurry any more when all is said and done
Heres to us one more toast and then well pay the bill
Deep inside both of us can feel the autumn chill
Birds of passage, you and me
We fly instinctively
When the summers over and the dark clouds hide the sun
Neither you nor Im to blame when all is said and done
In our lives we have walked some strange and lonely treks
Slightly worn but dignified and not too old for sex
Were still striving for the sky
No taste for humble pie
Thanks for all your generous love and thanks for all the fun
Neither you nor Im to blame when all is said and done
Its so strange when youre down and lying on the floor
How you rise, shake your head, get up and ask for more
Clear-headed and open-eyed
With nothing left untried
Standing calmly at the crossroads,no desire to run
Theres no hurry any more when all is said and done
Standing calmly at the crossroads,no desire to run
Theres no hurry any more when all is said and done
a room with a view
Strangely here it is not the view that I would miss the most.
Although I am very lucky with the place I live, every time I go to the roof terrace (it belongs to the building, to hang your washed clothes for example, it's the best place to meet your neighbours, hear the last gossips or adventures, or to spy the other buildings at night, he he he...) I have a splendid overview of the city. Dibidabo, the sea, Sagrada Familia, Torre Agbar ... .
Although my surrounding is also very noisy (and not by the traffic...) there are noises I will miss. I am thrilled every time I hear the seagulls in the patio, I am even more when I hear the cruise boats leaving the harbour in the evening to sail anywhere.
At this very moment, I just have to close my eyes : It's like traveling without moving.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
I know what you're thinking ....
and you are right ! click the title if you wish to learn more about it
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
How to gauge if you're being a psycho
Just been dumped? While waiting for his calls it is acceptable to pace the floor, chain-smoke, take four baths to help you relax, cry, let your stomach churn, spend hours staring at the phone, pour your heart out to your friends and repeatedly reread his old texts for any clues of just when and why he changed his mind about you. It is unacceptable to tearfully ring him in the middle of the night and demand to know why he doesn’t love you. If you’ve done any of the following, we’re extremely cross with you:
- You’ve been crying over his photographs Okay, he won’t know, but it’s time to pull yourself together.
- You’ve been listening obsessively to that last voicemail message of his Oh, just give us the phone so we can delete it. You’ll drive yourself mad.
- You sold the story of your “heartache” to a tabloid newspaper Okay,but we would have preferred a glossy. We just hope you got a fair price for it.
- You phoned him after that last “you’ve been dumped” conversation, begging him to change his mind That’s the limit. You’re starting to look desperate. It’s not as if he’s Brad Pitt.
- You phoned a friend of his. To beg for his help to get him back Oh, for goodness’ sake, girl!
- You phoned his mother You’re boring us now.
- You’ve been loitering outside his home, looking at his bedroom window No, no, no. Do not go there again. You should be loitering in your own bedroom. With someone else.
- You’re wearing woollen tights Get a grip.
- You’re wearing flat shoes We give in.
Pour yourself a vodka, then tot up how many times you said “yes”.
0-2 Well done. Have you read us before or something? Now let’s get you a new man.
- You’ve been crying over his photographs Okay, he won’t know, but it’s time to pull yourself together.
- You’ve been listening obsessively to that last voicemail message of his Oh, just give us the phone so we can delete it. You’ll drive yourself mad.
- You sold the story of your “heartache” to a tabloid newspaper Okay,but we would have preferred a glossy. We just hope you got a fair price for it.
- You phoned him after that last “you’ve been dumped” conversation, begging him to change his mind That’s the limit. You’re starting to look desperate. It’s not as if he’s Brad Pitt.
- You phoned a friend of his. To beg for his help to get him back Oh, for goodness’ sake, girl!
- You phoned his mother You’re boring us now.
- You’ve been loitering outside his home, looking at his bedroom window No, no, no. Do not go there again. You should be loitering in your own bedroom. With someone else.
- You’re wearing woollen tights Get a grip.
- You’re wearing flat shoes We give in.
Pour yourself a vodka, then tot up how many times you said “yes”.
0-2 Well done. Have you read us before or something? Now let’s get you a new man.
3-10 Girlfriend, you’re not taking this well. Let us be frank. You’re turning into one of those monstrous stalking-weeping-psycho-bitches-from-hell. You’re in danger of going from Great to Glenn Close. You’ve got work to do. We want you with a perfect score. And gusset-free.
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in "the naughty girl's guide to life" by Tara Palmer-Tomkinson and Sharon Marshall. Source : The Sunday Times (Style issue, August 12th, 2007)
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
how a city is changing
When I first went to Berlin, there was still east and west Berlin. Friedrichshain was still very DDR and Mitte was a no man’s land. Later the “Wall” concert took place in Potsdamer Platz that today just grew from earth.
After a while Mitte became the place to be. Last time I went, not so long ago, I could already notice that a change was already on its way. The place to be is moving to the east. Before, Friedrichshain was the area where students could afford a rent because it was cheap and outside of the german people who never moved from there, you hardly met what we call in French a bobo, those “young, creative, wealthy” people who do not belong to the standards anymore and prefer to buy a big space in a low-key area to transform it by a famous interior architect than to invest in a bourgeois flat without personality. That’s what is happening now. You can see the corner of Simon-Dach Str, has completely changed and is on its way to be completely renovated. Design shops are already in the place and you can’t find a cheap rent anymore. Nevertheless the city keeps (at the moment) its personality and there are still temporary places to go. Temporary because it is made as a bar, restaurant, whatever, before it will be destroyed to build any new glass building with very high square meter price.
So here the latest one : because it is summer and we need sun and beach, go to Lunas Strandgarten. No phone number, no web site, only cash allowed. It’s on the corner of Revaler Str (Nr 34) and Modersohn Str., closed to S and U (train and metro station) Warschauer str. It’s a lounge cocktail bar, a place to eat barbecued sausages, to play beach volley, and to listen good music because of the selected DJ’s. Open 7 days a week from 11.00 to open end.
I remember that people used to say to me, “never go to Kreuzberg, it’s too dangerous there”, well I’ve been a lot of times, mostly to party, and I had a very good time. Last evening, because I wanted to have my entrecote charolaise, I use to go to La Crapule, previously in Mitte but the rent became too high so they moved to this trendy area. The reputation of Kreuzberg is that it is the second biggest town of Turkey. It is another world but here is the alternative place. Well anyway it was warm enough to have dinner at the terrasse so have a try for the easy french food, Skalitzer Str. 68 (030-69565010).
Passing by on Dircksenstr. to take my coffee at caras , as usual, I noticed a new hotel, I should say Motel, Motel One . I didn’t try it but it looks with every comfort inside, polite people, and you can have your breakfast in the main room. For this area, the price is good. I like those big blue chairs, Cappellini style.
But if you’re in the city before 1st of October you must go to Bar25 . This I never saw before. It’s a big place : open air cinema, lounge cocktail bar, on the river restaurant, Hotel : you’ll rent a wood (small) house, and I think I didn’t see everything. I had a very good dinner, the evening was warm and sunny, the wine tasty and the service, nice. But again the closing date is final because it will be soon destroyed for a new thing to come. Enjoy.
After a while Mitte became the place to be. Last time I went, not so long ago, I could already notice that a change was already on its way. The place to be is moving to the east. Before, Friedrichshain was the area where students could afford a rent because it was cheap and outside of the german people who never moved from there, you hardly met what we call in French a bobo, those “young, creative, wealthy” people who do not belong to the standards anymore and prefer to buy a big space in a low-key area to transform it by a famous interior architect than to invest in a bourgeois flat without personality. That’s what is happening now. You can see the corner of Simon-Dach Str, has completely changed and is on its way to be completely renovated. Design shops are already in the place and you can’t find a cheap rent anymore. Nevertheless the city keeps (at the moment) its personality and there are still temporary places to go. Temporary because it is made as a bar, restaurant, whatever, before it will be destroyed to build any new glass building with very high square meter price.
So here the latest one : because it is summer and we need sun and beach, go to Lunas Strandgarten. No phone number, no web site, only cash allowed. It’s on the corner of Revaler Str (Nr 34) and Modersohn Str., closed to S and U (train and metro station) Warschauer str. It’s a lounge cocktail bar, a place to eat barbecued sausages, to play beach volley, and to listen good music because of the selected DJ’s. Open 7 days a week from 11.00 to open end.
I remember that people used to say to me, “never go to Kreuzberg, it’s too dangerous there”, well I’ve been a lot of times, mostly to party, and I had a very good time. Last evening, because I wanted to have my entrecote charolaise, I use to go to La Crapule, previously in Mitte but the rent became too high so they moved to this trendy area. The reputation of Kreuzberg is that it is the second biggest town of Turkey. It is another world but here is the alternative place. Well anyway it was warm enough to have dinner at the terrasse so have a try for the easy french food, Skalitzer Str. 68 (030-69565010).
Passing by on Dircksenstr. to take my coffee at caras , as usual, I noticed a new hotel, I should say Motel, Motel One . I didn’t try it but it looks with every comfort inside, polite people, and you can have your breakfast in the main room. For this area, the price is good. I like those big blue chairs, Cappellini style.
But if you’re in the city before 1st of October you must go to Bar25 . This I never saw before. It’s a big place : open air cinema, lounge cocktail bar, on the river restaurant, Hotel : you’ll rent a wood (small) house, and I think I didn’t see everything. I had a very good dinner, the evening was warm and sunny, the wine tasty and the service, nice. But again the closing date is final because it will be soon destroyed for a new thing to come. Enjoy.
Monday, August 13, 2007
management lesson
A man is getting into the shower as his wife is finishing hers. The doorbell rings and the wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the neighbour. Bob says : "I'll give you $500 to drop that towel". After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob. Bob hands her $500 and leaves. The woman wraps back up her towel and goes upstairs. Her husband asks, "who was that ?" "It was Bob the neighbour", she replies. "Great!", the husband says, "Did he say anything about the $500 he owes me ?"
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moral : if you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.
source : GQ, UK, September issue. www.gq.com
Sunday, August 12, 2007
La Reine Margot
I just saw a new time with absolutly great pleasure one of my favorite film : La Reine Margot. The talented French director Patrice Chéreau tells us the story of a very sad part of French history : the night of St Barthelemew. (la nuit de la Saint Bathélémy).
A bit of history about the Saint Barthelemy, so if you ever see the film, which I highly recommend, you will understand without asking you questions.
All is good in this film. The dialogues, the actors, the light, the music which has nothing to do with the time but most of it is based with east European gypsy chants, composed by Goran Bregovic (some say Chéreau did it on purpose to link with the war in Kosovo but the point is that the music fits perfectly).
If you speak a bit of French try to see the original version. Unfortunatly I confirm that translation is not as good as the original language. It is a very violent film but the most violent scenes are not while it is violent in front of your eyes. It’s all in the looks, a little phrase, all the pain you can read in the eyes of the actors, it’s all in the dance between the king brothers while they verbally fight with their sister Margot, it’s all in the obsession of La Mole for Margot, a friendship to death between a catholic and a protestant, the everlasting plots of a mother (the Queen, unforgettable Virna Lisi, for the sake of her sons, the hatred between the king brothers because they want to reign, it’s a story about passion and Patrice Chéreau made it a baroc fascinating scenery.
A bit of history about the Saint Barthelemy, so if you ever see the film, which I highly recommend, you will understand without asking you questions.
All is good in this film. The dialogues, the actors, the light, the music which has nothing to do with the time but most of it is based with east European gypsy chants, composed by Goran Bregovic (some say Chéreau did it on purpose to link with the war in Kosovo but the point is that the music fits perfectly).
If you speak a bit of French try to see the original version. Unfortunatly I confirm that translation is not as good as the original language. It is a very violent film but the most violent scenes are not while it is violent in front of your eyes. It’s all in the looks, a little phrase, all the pain you can read in the eyes of the actors, it’s all in the dance between the king brothers while they verbally fight with their sister Margot, it’s all in the obsession of La Mole for Margot, a friendship to death between a catholic and a protestant, the everlasting plots of a mother (the Queen, unforgettable Virna Lisi, for the sake of her sons, the hatred between the king brothers because they want to reign, it’s a story about passion and Patrice Chéreau made it a baroc fascinating scenery.
heard the conversation ...
Him#1 : you know, I so miss him that I didn't wash the bath since he left... there are still some pubic hairs
Him#2 : you definitely need hard session sex with someone else, darling. You're turning fetishism
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