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Well, it's been fun and all, Blogger, but it's time to part ways. I'm playing over here now. Please change your links!

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Angels we have seen on high. Clooney reigns over rue de Passy. At the Trocadero roundabout. No, these cars aren't moving. There were 3 lanes of parked cars there, waiting to pick up VIPs from some event at the Palais. In the middle of the street. Only in Paris. Who's not wearing his seatbelt? The carousel on Bld des Ternes. One of those grand Paris buildings. If you could get rid of the

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You know what today is? Yes, okay, March 1st, great. Today, according to weather.com, is 11 FULL HOURS OF SUNSHINE!!!!!! Except, of course, it's rainy and overcast, so... but at least we know there's the potential. Of course, some cerisiers (cherry trees) have been in blossom since late January, which is pretty but somewhat worrisome. (And here would be a good time to say "Congrats, Al Gore!")

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On the Montmartrobus, doing the ultra-glamorous (i.e., hauling the washing home from the laundrette) when I saw this guy walking down rue Lepic with his shopping: His hair was longer, but I didn't doubt for a second he's the guy playing Hamri Al-Hassad on 24--his eyes are really distinctive. Then I IMDB'd him, and discovered he was the yummy prince in Syriana, not to mention some doctor on Star

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Hot doggity dog, do I love me some Friday in the morning! Especially on a day when I wake up with mucho sore joints but mucho energy, so things are starting to balance out. About time, because since starting T3, I've been in a bit of a brain fog, with really low energy. What the hell??? I warned my officemate yesterday that it was going to be a rough one, and I think it's the unequivocal opinion

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Kiwifruit has been discussing the state of TV, which led me to thinking about it. After months and months of bemoaning the state of French cable (what was that you said, Helen, about me not being much of a complainer?!), I worked out torrents, and there's been no looking back. Now I get to complain about TV shows in English, and so away I go. Grey's Anatomy. I would like to kill Meredith.

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The most beautiful cat in the world

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So! I'm back, I'm happy, I'm balanced. How are y'all? Thanks for the good thoughts. The last few months have been really up and down, health and emotions-wise, and now I know why. I have Hashimoto's!!! Not often do you hear of someone exhilerated to know they have an auto-immune disease, but I'm thinking "T3, T4, t-RIFFIC!" If you didn't know, Hashimoto's is a disease that attacks the thyroid

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Got a lot on my plate right now so I'm going to take a break. Go on with your bad selves, and I'll see you when I get back!

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Despite the fact that Blogger (Gobbler?) ate up most of the shots I posted the other day plus a post, here's some more: Au Nom de la Rose gears up for V Day Reserving a parking space at TrocadéroWe know where this guy shops

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So there I was at just after 7, taking my sweet time getting ready for work and wondering why it was that for the past week or so I've been going to bed at 1 or 2 every morning and still waking around 6.30, when I look out and realize that the rain isn't rain, but snow. Huzzah! Down the stairs I went as fast as my little legs would carry me. Didn't actually occur to me that, you know, this is

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I just read about this café in Kirkland, Washington, where there's no prices. That's right. You the customer decide what you want to pay~if you even decide to pay at all. From Terra Bite's website: We also cheerfully serve those who cannot pay, in a non-stigmatizing customer setting, with no political or religious message, and with full-time availability. Key word: cheerfully. I know people

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Renée was talking about a dream in which she saw her book cover. While I didn't dream mine up (although the other night I had a dream that I woke to find had actually occurred~weirdness abounds!), I found this photo on Flickr and it put me right into a dream state. It's the night sky in Topanga and is right out of the last scene in Learning How To Stay, when everything comes full circle: Photo

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It all began when I looked out my kitchen window on a different angle than I usually do. That's when I noticed that there was a recess in the wall that corresponded with where the built-ins are in my entry way. A window! Hmmm. I tried to ignore its siren call. After all, I already have a lot of windows in my apartment, luckily for me. And finding built-in storage in Paris is so rare, I'd be

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So! First up, a list of links: my partner-in-crime has her own blog. 'Bout bloody time! Carol over at the lovely Paris Breakfasts posted today about Paris green. Which is freaking me out, because it's my favorite color and thus obviously a portend for my move here. See that Cacao & Chocolat box? That's the color I'm painting one of my living room walls this summer. Malheuresment, Sedulia from Rue

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When I moved to Montmartre in January 2005, the Abbesses métro station had some scaffolding and the like at one end of the platform, on which was a sign noting that all the work would be completed by December 2004. Except someone had crossed out 2004 and scrawled 2005. That scaffolding sat there until September 2006, when they closed the station for renovations. It reopened December 18,

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1. dbClifford's Simple Things. Listen and love. A cross between Jamiroquai and Josh Rouse = all good. 2. Rob Lowe as a Republican senator on Brothers and Sisters--especially when he gets to make cracks about sex tapes, wink wink, nudge nudge, anyone remember the '88 Democratic national convention? I read he was offered the role of Derek in Grey's Anatomy. Definitely my idea of McDreamy. 3.

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To the person who Googled "ooooh + shesa + little + runaway," the answer is: Bon Jovi, eponymously titled album, 1984 (OMG, I feel old!!). Rock out, dude. For those searching on "aristocats + incident," no idea. Let me know what you find out. Re: "eiffel tower + banner," I saw that last night! I didn't see the Greenpeace sign but could make out "It's not too late." It was gone this morning, so

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Can't remember where I got this meme from, but I'm loading it up because I'm too lazy to do any different today. Actually, I'm not really lazy, just pressed for time. Got a million and 1 queries to write, 5 GH entries to finish judging, and 1 horribly nasty neighbor to torment. (I've been very good with keeping the TV down low because I know it's against a shared wall--hell, I haven't even turned

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Not to me, though they could, if they so pleased. But I was watching a 2002 episode of Inside The Actor's Studio with Johnny Depp, and when he was asked what other profession he'd like to try, he said writing. Which I thought would be a good idea and led me to thinking about other people whose writing I'd love to read. This list should come as no surprise to anyone who frequents this blog. 1.

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Big, fat, fluffy flakes! Covering the cars and rooftops and the whole city. Gorgeous stuff. And how I wish I could stay home, but I'm aching all over so it's off to the doctor's I go, picking my way carefully through all this. Wish me luck!!

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The Swedish diplomatic delegation dwell on the 3rd floor of my office building, which is a point of contention among some because 1. we need the space, and 2. they're all pimped out in Ikea while we're vintage "whatever you can get your hands on, go for it while we look the other way." However, they're nice people and they occasionally have princes and the like dropping by, so we tend to forgive

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I said the other day that I'd write up what I thought about the BBC documentary Hotel California and I will, but briefly, they focused a lot on Laurel Canyon, which is a great, creative place, but for me Topanga Canyon tops that. It's still managed to hold onto some of the 70s vibe that I long for. I'd been to L.A. 6 or 7 times and didn't even know this place existed, until I started writing

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Friday @ 5pm: popped out to wish Jean-Paul and Madeleine a bonne année. After much convincing (shuh, yeah), I tried out a new addition to the menu: a crêpe with lemon crème. And a glass of Mandarin Napoléon. Yowza! Friday @ 11pm: skipped down the hill for drinks and dessert with the lovely and gracious Ag and her equally gracious colleague Bertrand. Montmartre = lovely in the wee small hours.

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Except you, Sam (er, Anonymous). Yep, I've heard enough out of you!

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