Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Big, Rich Texas Review and drunken ramblings, i mean rambling about being drunk

I feel like it and so I will do a mini-review of the television show "Big, Rich Texas".  This is a reality show that I recently watched .... and then again ... and then again.  I am not normally a huge reality tv show fan.  In fact, I am not even much of a tv fan.  To be honest, I never really had a tv in the USA.  I was always behind culturally.  I did go to a friend's house once a week to have a beer and watch "Gilmore Girls" for a few months.  That was fun.  But yeah, I have largely been anti-television since getting my first apartment.

I did join the "Lost" movement eventually, but not under normal circumstances and not even ones I am particularly proud of.  Here is how it started:my dear friend Sadiqa and I had gone to Raleigh for a night on the town.  We started out the night having sushi and saki.  Next we went to a wine bar and had some wine.  Finally, we went to a dance club where I threw back at least four martinis.  Yeah, I know.

I am not sure what the hell happened that night.  I hadn't been that drunk for years, if ever and have never since then either.  It was really out of form for me.  I don't think just eating SUSHI helped.  Certainly  mixing the wine, saki and martinis didn't help matters either.  I was a mess, but for the next three days I had a hangover that was so severe I couldn't move my finger without feeling like vomiting.  I couldn't keep down even a teaspoon of water.  It was so incredibly miserable, all I could do was lay in bed.  I can't remember why exactly now, but I wasn't even able to read.  So, Hicham burned the entire season one and two of Lost on disk for me and I layed in bed watching episode after episode for something like three days while nibbling on tums.

That is how found Lost.  After that, I was all caught up and we couldn't wait for the next episode.  It became a topic of conversation for Hicham and I.  I read the Lost forums and the reviews and so on.  It was really fun.  I felt like a member of the tv watching world and could chat about storylines and characters etc without feeling left out in a crowd.

The same was not largely true for other tv shows though.   TV seemed to me a huge time suck, a waste of creativity and worst of all giving up the most precious thing we have: our life and living purposefully.  I know it sounds totally mellow dramatic, but indeed television is us passively watching other people live THEIR lives as our own passes by.  I think the turning point came for me when as a teenager, someone asked what I "did" over the weekend.  I said I watched tv and they asked what I watched and I couldn't recall.  That really bothered me.  Minutes, hours, days, weeks go by as we watch television and our lives remain largely unchanged.  We create nothing.  We contribute nothing.  We may share observations or a good laugh with a friend later, but that can also happen by telling our own stories about our own experience or conversation. 

So, why am I about to tell you my opinion about the show "Big, Rich Texas"?  Well, because as this blog reflects my life and what is going on in it, that is what I "did" today worth (or not) commenting on.  These days I continue to declutter and organizg.  I am cleaning.  I have the cute kid, so obviously we played and stuff.  I went on a walk blah blah blah.  But ultimately, the only sort-of interesting topic for me today is about a tv show after all that shuffling objects around.  What about that?

As a slight disclaimer though, I am more inclined to watch American TV since I miss my people, especially the Big, Rich Texans in my life!  No, but seriously, it is not only totally stereotypical, highlighting human conflict, after all,  it is a "Reality show".  We all know that that means, most of it is not really real.  But still,  in BRT there are some colorful characters and women who take pleasure in being in charge.  I like that.  While there is some catfight stuff going on, largely the women maintain their composure and express themselves with their dignity in tact.

Of course, there is a huge exception.  That would be the daughter of the Phd glamour mama called Whitney.  She is jerk.  She wants porn star boobs (her words) and had the word cunt tatooed on her foot.  But that is only the outside, her inside is ugly too. She is a real jerk and one that is in for some big damn surprises when she gets out from under mama's protective wing.  Her mom is cool and she cares for her daughter unconditionally.  But that speaks much more of her mother, than the little spoiled brat even noticing how much her mom does for her.

All the other moms too seem really down-to-earth and conscientious, even if they do blow out their hair with a personal stylist team.  They take their role as mentor seriously. They want the best for their daughter, and that seems to be rather refreshing compared to other reality shows I have heard about.   I would also say that their daughters are all upstanding, ambitious, thoughtful young women whom I would be happy to know.  Note this does not include Whitney, although given the chance to meet her I would, just to slap her face.  No, just kidding.

Anyway, I know that many people are slamming this show for all the regular reasons, but I would say that it is inspiring to me to see these healthy, ambitious women going for it!   





Friday, July 29, 2011

Do over, getting on with it, letting stuff go

Just a little update ... well, not to say that I haven't actually been blogging.  I have. I just haven't felt like sharing outloud.  Having the desire to write and the urge to put it out there come from two entirely different places.  I guess the superstars of blogging, which I am most obviously not, have the consistent urge to do both.

BUT, I at least did want to POST once more before the month is over to say unequivocally "NO, I have not  forgotten or even ignored my blog or you or whatever".  I have thought about posting what I consider to be relatively interesting thoughts, experiences and pictures, but was feeling a little reclusive.   A touch possessive of my life.  Hell ya might even say, snobbish. AND, in truth, the month of July has been a little overwhelming.  We had THREE guests here - in a row.  Four days, six days and five days. 

After the extra toothbrushes left, I sort-of had to recover my space.  I have been on a reorganizing and decorating bender.  A superior blogger would have captured each room in gorgeous lighting as each space evolved to something suitable for Apartment Therapy.  I have a few shots though and so when it is all said and done, I might be able to make some sort of a montage.  But I can assure you, this gray weather (city of light MY ASS!) the lighting will be hideous.  But here is one before/after of Sabine's room as it is now called.  More to come.




So, beyond just wanting to repaint the living room (after more than two years of living with this stark white room), I am blabbing on about it endlessly to Hicham to convince him that this needs to happen and soon.   Sometimes, (a hem) I have ideas that come and go, but when I continue to be charged up for a sustainable amount of time, he will get behind it.  Thing is, painting is a hassle and painting a rental apartment that has to be repainted again before leaving is a fool's errand.  Thing is though, I have always embraced the title of the fool with glee.  Hell, I painted the bedroom red and orange, the bathroom vanilla (though unfortunately it is more yellow than creamy white).  So what why not go whole hog and just keep going? Sage green?  Mauve? Taupe?  Oh we shall see.

We are also slowly but surely ridding ourselves of furniture that Hicham's family generously gave us before I got here.  So, of course, because it was here and we didn't have any money (renting apartments in France is cost prohibitively high), we just used it.  Then became complacent as it worked, even if it was sort-of ugly.   This would also be the time to pontificate on how obtaining furniture is (of course) more complicated in France.  Note, I didn't say more difficult, I said more complicated.  I guess that should be a given since my French abilities make even the most mundane thing often times mind bogglingly complicated.  But, I am not going to.  I won't also now enumerate on how French standards of time or service or enthusiasm levels often clash with the American in me.  I just don't feel like it.  (See, I am becoming French).

But I will say, that I have been giving away stuff stuff stuff.  Even stuff I like and want to keep, but know that making a less cluttered environment will be good for us all.  That philosophy is keeping the momentum going.  Two solid oak wooden chairs, free and gone.  One solid wood Ryder toddler bike, free and gone.  One red, velvet gorgeous red sofa, 100 euros and gone.  lamps, clothes, toys, desks, books, linens, gone gone gone.  I am not at the minimalist living stage yet, but closer to never asking, "Do you know where my ____is?" ever again. 

Finally, I have been nurturing some local friendships.  For a while there, after watching cool friends come and go (y'all know who you are), I took a bit of a friendship making hiatus.  Recently though, I have been hanging out with other "lifer mamas".  These are women who fit a similar profile to me: English speaking ex-pat married to a Frenchie with a toddler.  Of course, one is leading the pack by being pregnant with baby number two.  And you know what they say about pregnancy: it is an epidemic.  That is not to say that a few of my friends have no children or more than two already (y'all know who you are too).


Oh yeah, and speaking of being a mom.  Yeah, I fucking love it.  Sabine is awesome.  More on that next time.

on the bus.

Sabine!


Friday, July 1, 2011

Solidays Music Festival review and pictures

How five days has passed is NOT beyond me!  Life has been exciting and harried at the same time.  Where to start?   What to say?  Well, okay, first we will start with the best weekend ever!  In fact, I think last weekend just deserves it's own post and certainly it's own title.  I will have to do separate posts for the other stuff.  In a word: SOLIDAYS.  In two: SOLIDAYS ROCKS!

Jon Butler trio (heart)

really cool guy at show

HIV and AIDS infomercials before the shows. 

My first artsy shot

There were five stages, this one was the biggest.  That is Morcheeba (maybe)

Artsy shot number 2

Hicham loving Italian Ice cream

me... looking a little greasy from shaking my groove thing

Hard to fathom just how big this disco ball really was

Non-profits area


The famous WWF panda following Sabine

Sabine hanging at the kid zone for a couple hours, ear protection

Solidays is a three day and ALL night long music festival PLUS.  Many hundreds camp there.  Our apt is about a 15 minute walk to the place, so we got to sleep in our bed but still felt like we were out of town because we were always at the festival or at home.  Let's just begin with the obvious appeal first.  They include: John Butler Trio, Israel Vibration, Moby, Morcheeba, Stromae, Alice Russell, Alpha Blondy, Raggasonic, Yael Naim, Asian Dub Foundation, Charles Bradley, Seun Kuti, Aloe Blacc and many, many more. 

It is also a huge fundraiser to help people living with HIV in Africa.  It is to help them live, not to do research.  There was a lot of awareness raising at the festival as well.

There is just so much more to say about Solidays, but I am going to at least post the pictures, which hopefully will tell a thousand words... and go to bed.  It was really an amazing festival, super well-organized, great vibes, great energy and well, the music was wonderful! 

Friday, June 24, 2011

Medievel Festival in Provins

We have been go go go lately and we have Hicham's friend visiting for a couple days and we are cat-sitting and and today is the start of the three day outdoor music festival (like lalapolooza) about a 10 minute walk from out apartment.  Super excited for that.


But before too much time passes, allow me to share some photos of the festival we went to last weekend.  It was in the medieval town called Provins.  Hundreds of people dress up and the entire authentic village is the landscape providing a feel for another time. There was music, food, crafts and a parade.  I have posted 40 pictures, these are the cream of the crop!  I took several hundred, part of the delay was going through them all.  There were so many good ones! And as always, to get a bigger view, click on the picture.  Enjoy!

As I was choosing the pictures and then adding captions, I was once again blown away at how authentic many of these people looked.   Both their interesting and unique faces combined with thoughtful and well made garments made me really feel like I had stepped back in time.  I look forward to more of these festivals, which are all over Europe, non surprisingly.


The castle
music

It was not just a time for princesses and knights, there was rampant disease and poverty.


what a face. what a hat.


i am not sure why she is blue, but i like it



tribe of swordsman

hot swordsman

no joke



Usually the diseased are not represented at these affairs

love it!

what a pair of splendid wings

lovely lovely

it is hard to fathom just how enormous this dog really is.  he is like a pony

incredible costumes and faces

look at those smiles!

her holy-hatness

aw

must. have. these. boots.






the jesters




Forest people

another hot hoodness

this guy does not belong in 2011

yup, they even made crepes during the middle ages!

Sabine!

Sabine being cute

bread (GIANT)



she was amazing

This is the artist of this incredible book.  She was incredible too!  She signed it for Sabine and even drew a little sketch of her little 17 month old face in the front cover.  She was so kind.  Her paintings are breathtaking.  Check out her website, bonus: in English!  http://www.pineaux.com/en/paintings.html#reload