the best of words (glass half full / no worst of words edition): ananas


Finally getting around to writing up the other two best words/worst words from the party I went to last month. I’m getting the easier one out of the way first – easier first of all because Nico never told me his most detested word, only his favorite one; and also easier because he was a little tipsy and the only explanation he gave was to repeat the word’s various syllables, sounds and rhymes. To wit: “Parce que ananas, banana, bananas, des anana, anan, nana, nanas, des nana.” I asked him if, apart from the sound, he liked the taste of the fruit and he brushed me off, “Le goût, je m’en fou.” To be clear, Nico does enjoy pineapples, but he chose his favorite word for the sound rather than the deliciousness.

Interesting, because Félix’s favorite Spanish word was maracuyá (passion fruit) and my favorite word – in any language – is pamplemousse (grapefruit.) To state the obvious: I sense a fruit theme here…

I need (much) more than two days

Hammock in paradise

The weekend should really be a three-day affair, don’t you think? This weekend I have no plans except to panic/look for an apartment. Ahhhh, stress. I think I picked the wrong week to switch to ineffectual non-carcinogenic deodorant.

I’m just going to pretend I’m on a secluded tropical island with a dark n’ stormy in one hand and a stomach that will allow me to properly digest it in the other. And in my magical third hand, a delightful book that I would read from sunup to sunset instead of Craigslist postings that make me want to stick my head in an oven.

On that note, have a wonderful weekend!

(Photo: Slack12)

(get over the) hump-day inspiration

keep calm and keep on keepin on

This is what it all comes down to, as I sit here too on-edge to go to sleep and too tired to force myself to. My rent is nearly doubling and I need to move within a couple of months, which puts a huge dent in my plans to save all my money and get the hell out of this city. Since I found out a few weeks ago, I’ve been really good about looking into all my options and staying on top of the apartment search, but the search itself is so anxiety-provoking that the more I do, the more stressed I become.

I suppose this could be part of the reason why it’s so hard to keep up with my language learning. Bigger fish to fry at the moment. The only thing to do is just breathe deep and carry on. The chips will eventually fall where they may, and life will go back to normal.

[Breathing break…….]

Encore, en français:

french keep calm and carry on

On y va!


well, at least I tried

tom shrugs

As I was walking to the French Meetup this evening I realized I hadn’t gotten an email reminder about the event. I wondered if the weekly meeting was not actually happening this week. By the time I reached the hotel bar, I allowed myself to fervently pray this would be the case. When I peeked in and saw the occasional couple here, threesome there, but no big group anywhere, I breathed an enormous sigh of relief… Followed immediately by guilt about how good I felt to be going home without saying a word of French.

Zut alors! I was supposed to get back in the groove with this Meetup. Now how am I going to motivate myself?

On that note, off to bed…

(Photo: Idiolector)