A large brown envelope arrives in the mail. Inside are 10 campaign flyers, perhaps an updated voting card and 10 thin slips of paper about the size of an index card. Each carries the name of a presidential candidate.
On Sunday, with your paper names in hand, you go to the local bureaux de vote. You take one last glimpse of all the candidates' faces plastered on the wall before you walk inside, take a small blue empty envelope, enter an 'isoloire', choose a paper name and place it in the envelope. Then you seal it, slip it in the transparent 'urne justement', have your voting card stamped and voila, you're done.
Take that, you sad chad.
It's a voting system that sounds somewhat archaic, but damn, it really works.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Saturday, March 17, 2012
In 1926, the Société Centrale Canine (SCC) decided that all dogs registered in the Livre des Origines (LOF) and born in the same year would be given a name beginning with the same letter, excluding the letter Z (not too many name choices in French).
Then in 1976, this practice was standardized for all animals and excludes the letters K, Q,W, X and Y, for the same reason as Z. You can add a nickname between the time an animal is identified with the S.C.C. and when he/she is given a birth certificate.
Pretty wild, yeah?
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Often during winter the skies in
Thursday, January 26, 2012
(Based on a recipe by Clotilde Dusoulier)
300 grams beets par-cooked
35-40 grams tahini
1 tsp. olive oil
1 tsp. lemon juice
1/2 tsp. ground cumin
1/4 tsp du sel
@ 10 twists of the saveur pepper
Mishn everything in a cusinart at pulse. Tastes better the next day.
Recipes on Pedaler probably only make sense to me. They are here so I don't forget what I did.
If you can comprehend my scratch-notes, yay for you! Ask if you have questions.
Friday, December 16, 2011
I hadn't read closely the description for the exhibition
There was only one painting present by Rothko, Light Red Over Black (1957) which was shown during Rothko’s first British solo show held at Whitechapel Gallery in 1961.
The exhibition is about this particular exhibition. It displays wonderful photographs, film footage, detailed correspondences between Rothko, galleries and other artists as well as a series of recordings made by visitors to the original 1961 event.
Friday, February 18, 2011
I see, with mindfulness, how good habits can be obtained in a very short period of time. I also see how good habits can be easily sabotaged (by me) in an even shorter period of time.
I'm focusing on how to make good habits so routine in the pattern of daily life that I don't need to even think about them. They are just done, like brushing your teeth.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
My morning walk ended, not in the forest as I had planned, but through a small village just outside the forest, and it was the perfect walk.
I discovered a brook, a grotto with Mary and the dying naked Jesus covered in snow, firecracker remains, a luthier's shop, oh, and I did not fall - not even once.
I say yay.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
I think an artist who is clear on their intent make a stronger artist. I know that sounds stupid and basic, but believe me, there are many artists out there simply throwing up and tagging it art without understanding (or caring) what just took place, which is cool, I guess... just doesn't draw me into their world.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
BONJOUR TOUT LE MONDE!
Mr. Pas Beau m'a dit que tu aimes les batteries - c'est les drums baby, les drums! Voila ce dessous c'est les drummers fabuleuses:
Anne's Cheese Madeleines
100 grams flour
5 grams levure chimique
50 grams sugar
70 grams butter
120 grams comté rapé
a pinch of salt ( 2 grams)
Faites together and let settle in the frigo for about 15 minutes. Put in prepared madeleine mold (Anne used silicone). Cook at about 180C for 20 - 25 minutes.
Recipes on Pedaler probably only make sense to me. They are here so I don't forget what I did. If you can comprehend my scratch-notes, yay for you! Ask if you have questions.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Living near four borders gets me to and from certain countries in about the same time it takes to get to Santa Monica from Pasadena -- going 65 mph. Being able to say things like "See yah later, off to Germany for tofu!" does keep my spirits up. It's just too wild.
On my way for tofu one day, I decided to go via Luxembourg, to a museum in a city within the city, which has lots of space and an installation by a woman from Korea who lives in New York. After the museum and getting lost on the highway, going towards Brussels, I returned to France via Germany, with my tofu.
What the heck just happened here?
It's called space, babee, space. I played with space which played with my mind and allowed me to experience things and places in such a way that will never take place in space again.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Whole Egg Mayonnaise
When I arrived in France, mayonnaise sans mustard was sometimes difficult to find. I add a bit of dijon or grain mustard (moutard à l'ancienne), if I wanna feel oh, so french.
1 egg from Madame Lapin's farm
a good pinch to a 1/4 tsp. salt
a good pinch to 1/8 tsp paprika
a gooder pinch to a h. 1/4 tsp of white pepper
a scant 1/2 cup sunflower, colza or grapeseed oil
@ 1 T lemon juice (a squigh from half a lemon)
Everything at room temperature, please. Let the magic begin...
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Before I left for Francie-pants, I dropped by the Pasadena Red Cross Center to give blood. If you qualify, giving blood is pretty darn easy; you can call or go online to make an appointment, or like me, drop in when you are in the midst of doing a ga-billion errands before you leave the country for 7 months.
Besides, if you give blood while running about like a crazy person, you have an excuse to eat 3 packs of mini oreo cookies afterwards*.
You rock doll.
Don't worry, my nice nurse does not have legs growing out of his elbow. That's someone in the back giving platelets. Takes so long, you get to watch a movie, giving platelets...
Thursday, June 10, 2010
I arrived in France last week not remembering how to speak french at all. Blah. Or rather, le blah...
So, I threw myself straight back into frenchy-isms, by listening, reading and trying to understand what was being said around me. It was while struggling to comprehend TÉLÉMATIN one morning that I heard a familiar name being said. "Louise Bourgeois" then something, "mort".
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Anatol Josepho (Anatol Josephewitz), a Jewish immigrant to the US from Siberia, invented and patented the first fully-functioning photobooth in New York City in 1925. A few years later, he was paid one million dollars for his invention, giving half of this large sum to charity. Josepho continued his philanthropic ways after his move to Los Angeles, along with his actress-wife, Ganna, and their growing family. He died in L.A. in 1980.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
The moment he walked into the café, he coup de foudre'ed for her something serious.
As she placed the coffee in front of him, it was all he could do from planting a big one, smack on her lips....
*There are 3 references to coffee in this collage - can you figure out what and where they are?
(˙ɹǝʇןıɟ ǝǝɟɟoɔ ɐ :ʇɹıʞs ɹǝɥ ˙3 ʇǝʞɔɐd ɹɐƃns ɐzzɐʌɐן :ʇɹıɥs sıɥ ˙2 „ǝsןǝ ʇɐɥʍ„ 'pɐ ossǝɹdsǝu :sʇuɐd sıɥ ˙1)*