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15 March 2009 @ 11:58 am
since Josh never posts for his birthday, someone needs to step in and acknowledge the day.

happy 25, young'n. you made it through a quarter-century and have a new year full of promise.

may this tradition continue for a very long time.

to everyone else, see you again when the new year's survey rolls around - or find me on facebook.
26 April 2004 @ 10:39 am
I wrote this Saturday afternoon:

Forget it. I’m not going home, certainly not in only a month! With the better part of a week to wander, explore and merely relax in Aix, the more I love this place and the more attached I become to my home in Provence. This morning I slept in, then took a brief stroll to la Jardinère to buy vegetables for the 3€ stir-fry dinner I’m fixing this evening for those of us in town. On the short walk up the Rue d’Italie, I watched the tourists admiring St. Jean de Malte and listened to the violinist on the corner of the Cours Mirabeau play one of his usual repertoire. There, I found local Pink Lady apples in season and the last of the strawberry harvest looking still delicious in addition to my stir-fry stuff. After a second stop at the Petit Casino for the remaining ingredients, I dropped them at home and took my art journal to Book in Bar to get some work done somewhere other than cooped up in the apartment. I got two entries written (only two to go and it’s not due till Tuesday—wow!) and rewarded myself with a couple of books only to be told by the cashier that today is la fête de la librairie and that my purchase would be accompanied by a rose and to please choose one. I did a little reading in the sunshine in the Forum des Cardeurs, replied to Erin’s request to join in for dinner (of course!) and wandered back homeward. Along the way I did a bit of lèche-vitrine (window shopping, or licking, depending on your translator and their mastery of idiom :) ), saw that the Tintin shop at the end of the Cours was closed with the note in the window, “Ouvert lundi après midi. Aujourd’hui le patron se marie.” (Open Monday afternoon—today the owner is getting married) and then turned the corner to see a woman in a cow costume with a sign around her neck reading “Help me! I’m getting married!” laughing her way down the street with a gaggle of friends taking pictures of the strange scene. Don’t ask me, I don’t know why—but I had to laugh with them anyway.

And now my palm tree is basking in the sunshine with just a touch of breeze in its leaves, I’m sitting here at my computer overwhelmed by my strange desire to throw my arms around the sunshine, the girl in the cow costume, and this entire town…or at least figure out how to stay here forever with them.
Current Mood: overflowing joie de vivre
15 March 2004 @ 11:16 am
Now this is the France I love. This morning I slept until the bells for the 10:30 mass at St. Jean de Malte woke me up (din din don, din din don), cleaned up quickly (new short hair=so easy to wash!) and stepped out to discover that yesterday’s warm sunny weather wasn’t a fluke but rather the indication that spring is indeed on its way to Provence.

First stop: Banette, for my usual demi-baguette before the church crowds arrive and create a line.

Next: to the marché! I only needed some lettuce and some inspiration for a dinner menu. I left with two bright orange clementines and another pound and a half of dark red Spanish strawberries (which I have decided are the second most perfect food known to man after chocolate) in addition to the necessities. While I was standing inspecting strawberries, the whole market stopped for a moment as, inexplicably, a marching band (or something quite like it) came through the square: first a group of girls in sparkling leotards with pom-poms waving, then a handful of drummers followed by two trumpets, all in matching gold shirts and black pants. My only guess is that they were part of the Carnaval that’s taking place this weekend (yes, it’s already Lent, but I don’t think they care…) For dinner, I decided to brave the smell and ventured into the fish market, where I bought sole and watched the vendor behead, skin and filet the fish before wrapping it up for me, in case I had any doubts as to it’s freshness.

On my way back towards the épicier, my little corner grocery, I picked up a slice of hot mozzarella pizza on the Cours Mirabeau. There, I came across one of the street performers playing “Aux Champs Élysées” on his violin and sang along for a minute before dropping a coin in his case and stepping in to the épicier and saying my hellos to the madame and monsieur who run it.

Now I’m settled in my quiet, clean apartment once again, listening to the Kyo CD Mme Monchal bought for the center last week (hooray for French pop!) and putting off studying for the French Civ test on Tuesday. Boo for tests. But hooray for Provence. :)
Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful
Current Music: Parce Qu'on Vient De Loin-Corneille-Parce Qu'on Vient de Loin (Acoustique)
03 November 2003 @ 01:22 pm
From the Oxford English Dictionary
Muchly, adv.
rit. /mtli/, U.S. /mtli/  [< MUCH a. + -LY2. Cf. earlier MICKLELY adv.] 

    1. a. Much, exceedingly, greatly.
  In later use usually with conscious humour, or for some other deliberate effect.
  1621 J. LANE Tritons Trumpet (B.L. MS Reg. 17B. xv) f. 173v, The Ladie Cantabrigia..Went gravelie dight to entertaine the Dame, They muchlie lov'd, and honor'd in her name. 1663 J. BIRKENHEAD Assembly-man 14 Commonly 'tis larded with fine new words, as Savingable, Muchly, Christ-Jesusness [etc.].
  1862 ‘A. WARD’ Artemus Ward his Bk. 195 They confisticated me too muchly. 1867 in Putnam's Monthly (1868) May 631/2 The poor Chinamen suffered the most... They wished for terrâ firmâ ‘muchly’. 1911 ST. C. GRONDONA Collar & Cuffs 69 A large red fruit, muchly sought after by blacks and emus. 1946 Liberty 1 June 9/1 The heavily corseted, muchly petticoated ladies who used to swoon all over the pages of Victorian literature. 1976 Let. 22 Apr. in K. Payne Between Ourselves (1983) 330 We love you muchly always. 1988 Pilot Nov. 26/2 By this time I was muchly aware that most of the instructors just wanted to get me airborne so they could add a little more to their logs.

    b. humorous. ta (also thanks) muchly and variants: thank you very much.
  1881 M. E. BRADDON Asphodel I. 33 Thank you muchly. And now my box? 1922 J. JOYCE Ulysses 253 Respectable girl meet after mass. Tanks awfully muchly. 1929 Butterfly 17 Aug. 5/2 Thanks muchly mate. 1970 W. SMITH Gold Mine xii. 32 He eased a five-Rand note out of his wallet and handed it to her. ‘Ta muchly.’ 1996 Sugar June 13/2 Ta muchly Kelly for showing me what a caring individual Gwynnie really is.

    2. Chiefly, largely. Obs. rare.
  1882 W. MORRIS in J. W. Mackail Life W. Morris (1899) II. 70, I took this place muchly for the sake of its water-power.
I rest my case.
Current Mood: triumphant
Current Music: On My Own--Peach Union