November 2007


For the record, I am not a horrible girlfriend. Tony is finally getting to see Paris. We went to the Arc de Triomphe, although, regretably, we did not go up to the top. We walked down the Champs-Elysees. He has been driven around the Etoile and had the life scared out of him. We’ve walked past the Louvre. And on Sunday we’ll go to the Musee D’Orsay. We also finally walked to the Eiffel Tower, and again did not go up. We will though. I promised.

Anywho, this blog was just really an excuse to entice you all into reading my new Nervous Breakdown blog about my paranoia of dying from Toxic Shock Syndrome. Hope you don’t mind.

A toute a l’heure.

I don’t think I’m going to make my goal of reading 52 books by the end of the year (I’d have to read 18 books in the next four weeks!). But I think I’ve read a fairly good amount of books this year. And I’m proud of myself for making it more than halfway there.

Recently I read two really good books. The first, The Adventures of Kavlier and Clay by Michael Chabon, is a historical novel about New York City comic book writers during WWII. I loved Chabon’s attention to detail and his ability to make scenes come alive. The story is really interesting, especially the parts about Joe Kavalier escaping from Nazi-occupied Prague and trying to get his family out as well. However, if you plan to read this book prepare yourself. It’s super duper long. It looks short, but when you get halfway through you’ll start asking yourself how long it really is and you’ll realize you’ve been fooled with super thin pages. It’s more than 600 pages long! And the ending is really disappointing compared with the rest of the book.

Second, I just finished The Namesake last night. It’s by Jhumpa Lahiri and is a story about an Indian family that moves to the United States. It shows the differences between the parents, who still have close ties to India, and the children who are embarrassed of their heritage. The story follows Gogol Gugali through his life, but leaves out large portions of it. It’s more like snapshots really. I really enjoyed the book, except for the character of Moushoumi, who reminded me way too much of myself. I hated her for breaking Gogol’s heart and in the worst possible way. Their marriage and her attitude were SO similar to the attitude I had when I was married. It made it really difficult for me to read this part of the book because I was too emotionally involved in it and I found myself doing self-analizations. So not fun.

As for the book itself, I highly recommend it. It made me really curious about Indian culture and made me really want to travel there. It also made me realize how ignorant I am about the Indian culture, which made me a little sad actually.

Just thought I’d write you all and let you know I’m not dead. The strike here has made life pretty impossible at the moment. Driving the kids to school now takes about 3 hours instead of 30 minutes.

Poor Tony got here on the day the strike began so he hasn’t really seen much of the city. He stares longingly at the Eiffel Tower every night and says, “Baby, when are we going to go to the Eiffel Tower? I want to stand under it when the lights are sparkly.”

And I keep telling him we’ll do it soon, like he’s a five-year-old I have to keep satiated by lying to him. We probably won’t go soon.

First, I hate going to the Eiffel Tower (spoken like a real Parisienne) because there are too many tourists and street hawkers trying to sell me junk.

Second, it’s impossible to get there unless we walk there in the rain.

Third, if we walk there in the rain it won’t be romantic at all because I’ll complain the whole way there. Then as soon as we get there I’ll beg him to let us go home because it’s freezing and my nose is running.

So anyway, I hope the strike is over soon.

You can read more about it at http://www.thenervousbreakdown.com if you want. And I know you want.

Mwah!

Ahem.

What I mean to say is Tony’s here!

Just wanted to let you know he got here safely.

I’m back in Paris now. My trip home was really good, but it made coming back to Paris even more difficult. I found myself even reminiscing about the palm trees when Tony was driving me to the airport. For the record: I’ve always hated that there are palm trees everywhere in Northern California. Palm trees are NOT native to the mountains. Unless I’m totally wrong. In that case, I apologize to the palm trees for hating them so much.

Also, I only really got to see my friends for a short time. I wish I could have stayed in Sacramento longer so I could have hung out more. Instead I spent most of the time packing up the rest of my apartment. Oh, don’t get me wrong: I was expecting this. I know Tony is the biggest procrastinator on the planet. Granted, I had hoped he’d surprise me. But who likes surprises?

Good news is the house is pretty much finished and Tony will be here in four days! That means I only have to miss that part of home for a little bit longer.

Oh! One other thing I did while I was at home: I talked to the program advisor for grad school. I went in there with my transcripts expecting the usual, which goes a little something like this:

Boring advisor type: “Hm….you’ve taken a lot of classes here. How many times did you change your major?”

Me: “Well, yes I had a difficult time deciding what I wanted to do. But I really did well in all of the classes I took.”

BAT: “Mm. Hm. And you took 192 units in your undergrad?”

Me: “Well, yes. I think it’s important to have a well-rounded education. I wanted to include the arts in my studies.”

BAT: “I see. And you’re sure this is what you want to do now.” (In his eyes I see the doubt. Him wondering how long it will take me to change my mind. Is this really the type of person we want in our program? he’s asking himself.)

Me: “Um, yeah. I mean yes. Um….”

BAT: “Well maybe you should give it a bit more thought.” (And he looks at me and judges me for being fickle, like it’s a bad thing.)

But that wasn’t the case! It went more like this:

Advisor: “You took a class on espionage and terrorism?”

Me: “It seemed like a good idea at the time. Sounded interesting.” (Thinking: shit here it comes.)

Advisor: “And all these interior design classes?”

Me: “Yeah, it was my major for awhile there. I know I have a pretty varied transcript….”

Advisor: “No, it’s really great. I think it’s important for students to explore other areas of study. It shows that you’re interested in a lot of things. It’s exactly what we want in someone for this program.”

Me: “Uh…uh….uh…great!”

Seriously you guys, I couldn’t have been more shocked. He was so interested in the classes I took and he didn’t even judge me for having taken a million things completely unrelated to my major. He didn’t even ask me why it took me so many units to graduate! AND he was totally stoked that I want to study abroad (considering he went to France and Japan when he was finishing up his schooling). OMG best decision EVER! I’m so excited for grad school now.

Oh, and I found out I can study abroad in either Spain, Germany or Istanbul (Turkey).

I’m totally trying to talk Tony into moving to Turkey with me now. Me, fickle? Ha!