December 2008
26 posts
This message was on my Christmas card both this and last year. I figure if I don’t post it today, I’ll have missed my chance for a year, so here you go, readers and Tumblrs:
Joyeux noël et bonne année !
Que vos rêves deviennent réalité!
Avec deux semaines qui restent avant mon départ, je commence à me préparer!
Just because it is eternal. Such a bittersweet...
Fake letter from Bertrand Delanoë denouncing... →
This is crazy/amazing!
First of all, French or not, whoever received that letter must have been out of his mind. Delanoë is socialist, gay, old, and a beloved pop-culture icon. Do we really think he’s not like the rest of us (vrai ou faux) French-fried fags in at least respecting the Kennedys, if not adoring them?
Vive la Fete - Litanie des Seins
24 days until I put my Franceypants back on. I doubt they’ll be too hard to fit back into. (How hard to get them off, though, is the real question!)
“Discrimination in France remains a taboo subject for politicians. Only one of...”
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Guardian. Living in the multicultural bubble of the 20th, I sometimes forget this. Y, a Korean-Canadian working in the fashion biz, is reminded of it regularly. (via czupcaks)
Laïcité is a splendid idea in theory, but a tricky one in practice. The French view of equality, I’ve always...
I just did laundry and cleaned my room/apartment thinking a friend was coming to stay with me for the next four days. She’s not, which is sad but fine. I guess it’s good that I did all that stuff that I, uh, haven’t done in like 4 months? (Except laundry.) But, yeah. I’m wiped.
Dear France,
I’m coming (back!)! Get ready. It’s going to be good.
With love, your biggest fan,
Matthew Roy
Hungover freakout in the shower this morning: “DO I OR DO I NOT RECALL introducing Cynthia Rowley to Natalie as “Catherine”?”
If I did that, and it’s possible, I am severely embarrassed, and I only love Ms. Rowley more, since she smiled, kissed me, and still stuck around to chat for another 15 minutes.
I am a crackface!
Oh man. I just remembered the time I went to a Boy George concert WITH MY PARENTS. And Human League and Howard Jones opened.
If only I were at an age to appreciate it at the time. And not 11.
I work in a loft-style office, a huge open floor shared by 4 or 5 companies in total. Every company here fits into the “creative” classification; there’s an advertising/web design company, a video production/editing group, an online and DVD magazine, a branch of a French TV station, and our company, a marketing/PR/events group.
The spacei s big, but not huge. There’s about...
lilyna:
Hanuki Mori - Sea sex and sun
very sexy...
I’m Goin’ Home.
The Rocky Horror...
Although I haven’t read The Noonday Demon, while rereading Andrew Solomon’s A Stone Boat which I read earlier in 2008, it is so evident that he was meant to write a sweeping, exhaustive, and jarring book on such a multilayered emotional topic as depression. Although his prose is a bit labored (in his fiction-ified memoir he, the main character, a displaced American living in London,...
imsorrybrendan:
(via les-francophile)
last night i had a dream about your tumblr name. haha i’m really on tumblr too much then.
Hahaha. That is amazing. A whole dream about my Tumblr name? Aww, shucks.
:)
Within 1 hour of arriving at Art Basel Miami Beach, I predictably ran into Joe Schildhorn in the hotel lobby on my way to an outdoor lunch at News Cafe, where I dined adjacent to a French photographer and his fabulously hideous fag hag. This is business travel I can get behind!