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Serious questions, these. But what could be more serious than my class reunion? And how the hell am I to get there? See, in Paris, in the summer, there is no work (I think I had an entry on this elsewhere). If you are French and you have no work, you've got the State: it's slow, bureaucratic, but it comes through in the end. (Like that letter in Amelie, that shows up 40 years later.) (Yeah, I know they faked it, that only makes the metaphor stronger.) If you're l'étranger, you're fucked.
And then if you break-up with the woman you're living with, on top of owing a month and a half of back rent, there's three months worth of rent you'll need for a new apartment and a single month to try and get yourself back on track and purchase an airline ticket for your class reunion. Oh la la.
In trying to find out if I'd be easy to find on the internet for my former classmates, I Googled myself and found that not only am I a playwright living in San Francisco, I seem to be a bit kinky. One can go over to classmates.com (I won't provide the link) and spend exhorbinant sums just to find your college buddies (you can, for example, post a picture for free, but no one can look at it until they buy a membership). (The lowest memembership price is $15, which for my tiny class of 99 folks, would gain the site a cool $1500, just so we could find out where our damned reunion is.) Craig's List should really take over class reunions. It is rather easy to like the European mindset, certainly things should be left to the State: say, education, planning against disasters (the latter reminds us that the Europeans believe such things should be funded, also), communication. Other things like, say, fashion are great in a competitive marketplace. Maybe one good litmus test could be: will people die if these things are not available? If so, better not leave it up to the whims of the marketplace. (And, again, make sure the thing is funded.)
Ok, I won't die if I can't get Dostie's e:mail address. But still, it all seems rather opportunist. I prefer the French, they hate money. I know this for a fact, there's no more sure fire way in Paris to kill a business deal than bringing money into the conversation.
This is all rather n'importe quoi, really. Here's a song by a girl named Emily. And here's the propaganda for this week:
A double header this week for the home team. DJ Whistle Punk takes on two of his favorite bars, with everything to take it and shake it down to the floor. First, Thursday, the rentrée to Mange Disque. We're going in, like we went out:
upbeat groovy funk and rock from here there and everywhere. Friday, as we are wont to do, another funk and soul blowout at the Bistro. Come one, come all, come to one or all. "Put your funky tamborines together and parteeee!"
Whistle deux fois! Cette semaine DJ Whistle Punk vas mixer aux deux bars préferés. A jeudi, la rentrée du Mange Disque: ambience funk, soul, rock et plus. Vendredi, comme d'hab, c'est le funk et soul <>. Viens! Pour l'un
ou le deux.
Thursday/jeudi 22 September/Septembre
21h - 2h; entrée gratuite
Mange Disque
58 rue de la Fontaine au Roi
Paris 75011
Friday/vendredi 23 September/Septembre
21h - 2h; entrée gratuite
Le bistro des artistes
rue Anglais Paris 75005
Metro: Cluny/La Sorbonne sortie rue St. Jacques
http://www.bistrot-des-artistes.com/
Serious questions, these. But what could be more serious than my class reunion? And how the hell am I to get there? See, in Paris, in the summer, there is no work (I think I had an entry on this elsewhere). If you are French and you have no work, you've got the State: it's slow, bureaucratic, but it comes through in the end. (Like that letter in Amelie, that shows up 40 years later.) (Yeah, I know they faked it, that only makes the metaphor stronger.) If you're l'étranger, you're fucked.
And then if you break-up with the woman you're living with, on top of owing a month and a half of back rent, there's three months worth of rent you'll need for a new apartment and a single month to try and get yourself back on track and purchase an airline ticket for your class reunion. Oh la la.
In trying to find out if I'd be easy to find on the internet for my former classmates, I Googled myself and found that not only am I a playwright living in San Francisco, I seem to be a bit kinky. One can go over to classmates.com (I won't provide the link) and spend exhorbinant sums just to find your college buddies (you can, for example, post a picture for free, but no one can look at it until they buy a membership). (The lowest memembership price is $15, which for my tiny class of 99 folks, would gain the site a cool $1500, just so we could find out where our damned reunion is.) Craig's List should really take over class reunions. It is rather easy to like the European mindset, certainly things should be left to the State: say, education, planning against disasters (the latter reminds us that the Europeans believe such things should be funded, also), communication. Other things like, say, fashion are great in a competitive marketplace. Maybe one good litmus test could be: will people die if these things are not available? If so, better not leave it up to the whims of the marketplace. (And, again, make sure the thing is funded.)
Ok, I won't die if I can't get Dostie's e:mail address. But still, it all seems rather opportunist. I prefer the French, they hate money. I know this for a fact, there's no more sure fire way in Paris to kill a business deal than bringing money into the conversation.
This is all rather n'importe quoi, really. Here's a song by a girl named Emily. And here's the propaganda for this week:
A double header this week for the home team. DJ Whistle Punk takes on two of his favorite bars, with everything to take it and shake it down to the floor. First, Thursday, the rentrée to Mange Disque. We're going in, like we went out:
upbeat groovy funk and rock from here there and everywhere. Friday, as we are wont to do, another funk and soul blowout at the Bistro. Come one, come all, come to one or all. "Put your funky tamborines together and parteeee!"
Whistle deux fois! Cette semaine DJ Whistle Punk vas mixer aux deux bars préferés. A jeudi, la rentrée du Mange Disque: ambience funk, soul, rock et plus. Vendredi, comme d'hab, c'est le funk et soul <
ou le deux.
Thursday/jeudi 22 September/Septembre
21h - 2h; entrée gratuite
Mange Disque
58 rue de la Fontaine au Roi
Paris 75011
Friday/vendredi 23 September/Septembre
21h - 2h; entrée gratuite
Le bistro des artistes
rue Anglais Paris 75005
Metro: Cluny/La Sorbonne sortie rue St. Jacques
http://www.bistrot-des-artistes.com/
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