Art (in most forms), travel, and things that strike my fancy. Photos & work posted with italicized titles are my own (save ones of me in my childhood). Enjoy!
The good old college days. Great vid Eric Peterson!
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Mes Adieux, France, 2012
Love this. I worked at an inn last summer and this series was what decorated many of the suites. Good stuff.
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Just booked my 25-hour bus ride to visit this guy in Nashville for two weeks! SO EXCITED! I came to the conclusion that I wouldn’t be able to fly again probably for another 6 months after coming back to the US, so reluctantly I decided Greyhound was the next best/worst option to get down there. On a great note I’ll be seeing my boy for the first time in 3 months and living with him and my 5 other friends down south and then returning via their tour to Chicago, Detroit, Ithaca and Boston. I just really hope I don’t have to see much of that Cutty Sark bucket hat of his…
childhood.
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It’s starting to hit me that I’m leaving Dijon in one week and France in two and that this experience will soon be over. Holy shit. I’m really going to miss this life.
What a bittersweet feeling to be so excited to see everyone I love in the states, but also to be missing everyone I’ve met and become close with in France and my French life. I will be so far from it.
Whoa.
Just had a music festival pass through Dijon last week, Kill Your Pop. Saw some pretty decent stuff including this guy, Dean, who did a set in the parking garage of the Contemporary Art Museum. I am so down with this.
Spent the night and day having a last hurrah with Sarah in Beaune and then in Nuits-St. Georges. Got in around 7:30 and we cooked a lardon quiche together, which we started and ended the night with. Decided to check out this amazingly cheap wine bar which looked interesting and was the first thing I saw upon coming to Beaune for the first time, several months ago.
Started with a glass of Chablis which we almost decided was enough, but at the last minute decided to get one more. Before we were able to leave the bar, we were pounced on by some local barmen because of our “out of town” accents. Between the 42-year old drunk guy trying to pick me up and asking the same questions over and over, and somehow getting that we were from Wisconsin, to the other younger French guys and one Polish guy who joined us chatting our ears off in the most butchered Frenglish I’ve ever heard, there was never a dull moment. Only in France…
We stayed well after closing time to finish off our glasses, which were almost never empty the entire night and to chat with the bartender and try on his hat collection that was mounted on the wall. Also was shown a photo of a French girl that is literally my doppelganger. At first, I thought the photo was taken of me at the bar without me knowing, it was that identical.. Quite strange.
At some point an American guy on his thirty-fifth visit here came over and started chatting to us, sounding like some hip Dad. Apparently he’s an all-time wine guy and is touring the area with some famous author. And it’s so unfortunate he never decided to buy a place here… blah blah blah. He leaves.
The guys got a bottle or two for us all and proceeded to get more drunk and get more hilarious. Talked about hot air balloons, brass knuckles, our work, wine, Boston duck tours, French, and the other random topics that disappeared with the wine and smoke. The music selection was amazing from Canned Heat which made my night, to Fleet Foxes, James Brown, The Kinks, and so on… Finally the bartender shut everything down around three and we got a ride back from the Polish guy and the other young, incredibly attractive guys, whose nickname is Mojo… wow.
Sarah and I came back to eat cold quiche and listen to Etta James. I slept like a baby but had crazy dreams of my French life mixed with Game of Thrones. bahhh.
Woke up and took my first bath in seven months. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Today, we traveled to Nuits St. Georges to tour the town and do a wine tasting. The sun was coming out every five minutes and the other five, it would rain. Strange weather. We got a free tasting and both splurged on really great wines. I got a Fixin Premier Cru 2006 which won’t be ready until at least Christmas. I’m very excited for it.
My spirits are high.
My colors of hair is brown.
I am two cats.
Harmony brothers and sisters?
I’m two brothers, but he just died dog.
Foot. Brothers. No a pet. I am strong a football.
What is you?
I like playing foodboll. I am beautiful blue and red.
Went to an amazing brunch yesterday with Cody at this place in our neighborhood called Bento. Really comfortable place with couches, armchairs, amazingly friendly waitstaff (especially for France!) and great decor/atmosphere. We’ve been wanting to go all year and finally made it there. For 18€, we dined on all you can eat: Sushi, pasta with smoked bacon bits & vodka sauce, cabbage salad, tabbouleh, gourmet French cheeses, salad, mushroom pizza, various desert cookies, mousse au chocolat, and crepes. To top it off, had my first Bloody Mary in seven months with mustard seeds in it. SO DELICIOUS. Ten out of ten.
My favorite school subject is ice cream.
How are you? I’m fine, then-quoo.
How are you? I’m happy-sad.
I’m ten your old.
It’s 2 e’clock.
It’s Teasday the 10th of April 2012.
Me ten years old.
Me name is Baptiste.
When trying to read “can you give…” student reads: “Can you jive?”
They are so cute.
Shirts off, Maine, 2010
Credit Andrew C. Ryan
