Category Archives: Personal
Misty Moon Shine
Well its my birthday today! Shortly I’ll go take Baka for a mid-morning walk to get a croissant and pain-au-chocolate to treat myself. OK, so I live in France and that might not be so much of a special treat, but its not something I eat everyday.
On Sky News Sunrise show this morning, they had a promo interview with Hayley Westenra for her new album Paradiso in collaboration with Ennio Morricone (think Clint Eastwood and spaghetti western fame and many other great films). Wow! Just blew me away. This is my birthday gift to myself.
Anyway, here’s another collection of haiku tweets plus a couple of non-haiku comments I kept.
Protected: God or No God
Red Glasses
Last night I was up late watching a film, enjoying some red wine at the same time. Towards the end of the film and the end of the glass, the glass slipped from hand and shattered on the tile floor. Bit miffed by that, since it was one of those glasses you get to keep after you finish the Dijon mustard it once contained (useful recycling; now I need to buy more Dijon).
Today, while reflecting on last night’s events, I remembered the dark red acrylic plastic glasses we had at the chalet in l’Esterel. How they were pretty much indestructible and ideal for growing kids. How I used to drink orange juice, 7-Up, and “Snow White” cream soda from them on summer afternoons. Drink hot chocolate from them in the morning. How they were a part of my life for 40 years. They never wore out, never broke. They were always there, ready for the next beverage.
The chalet is gone, sold now, as too the red glasses. But not broken.
Seeking Silence
I’ve been rather quiet of late. Still going through one of those information overload and reclusive periods where I just turn off instant messaging clients, twitter, put off reading email, and ignore the telephones. This of course means I’ve been less than inspired in my writings. Wouldn’t call it depressed so much as seeking silence.
I really should consider a get-away to the mountains with fresh cool air, pine trees, chilly lakes and streams, less than 10 people per square kilometre, and where the only Internet access is TCP/IP by Carrier Pigeon. Some place like Evian-les-Bains, France; Sweden; northern Quebec; or maybe Cicely, Alaska.
Cannes is a smallish city compared to Nice 35 Km away, but when the film festival and summer high season comes about, the place just swells with tourists that have a tendency to leave their brains at home. Oh hum.
Thankfully, I have a road trip to England to visit friends beginning of August. Hope it rains the whole time I’m there. Yes I’m tad odd.