HOLY BEJESUS
It's been a really long time since I've written anything here. Sorry about that guys. I guess I was just sort of taking some time to get settled into my Parisian life here.
This post will be extra long to make up for it.
Academic Life
All of my classes have now started. I'm taking a course on Immigration in Paris, and French with Sarah Lawrence, and I'm taking a variety of music courses at Le Cim, a jazz school in the northern part of the city. Getting in the groove of all the classes has been interesting. It's all moving so fast. at this point, Sarah Lawrence is already on fall break! My music school, however, doesn't have one because they started so late. I guess I'll just start with each school and fill you in on my work and life at each place.
Sarah Lawrence
My immigration course is incredibly interesting. I had no idea up until this point just how multinational and multi cultural Paris, and France, is. My teacher is incredibly enthusiastic and thoughtful. He's one of those teachers who waves his arms around and bangs the table, but it also really nice. He's also been pretty helpful with my big independent project.
For my tutorat (conference work, for those Sarah Lawrence students who know the lingo), I will be reading the The Hero of 1000 Faces by Joseph Campbell, in french, and then studying the history of the french resistance. My goal is to look through the events that happened within the resistance and see if there are any correlations in between those events and the "mono-myth" of Campbell. The reason I think this could work is because a lot of Campbell's research is also based in Freudian and Jungian psychology, there are interesting relations to the myths we tell and psycho analysis. My hypothesis is that, if you expand the lens to a group larger than a single person, you should be able to find similar patterns or stories, if you will. the main obstacle I'm finding so far is the difficulty of understanding the density of Campbell's research in a foreign language. However, with some time and intellectual elbow grease I believe I can accomplish this thing.
It's funny...I remember an earlier post about dragons I have to slay with courage.
I think my subconscious is mocking me.
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I love my French class, and my French teacher.
She has the amazing balance of a cold unflinching control over the classroom, with being really cool and awesome at the same time. She not only knows a lot about French language, but French history, culture, and just things about the regular goings on in Paris. When ever there's something we hear about on the news (Like strikes...i'll get to that later) we'll go to her and she'll generally have all the info.
I feel like my language skills have grown so much. The other day I got the highest quiz score I've ever gotten since freshmen year! I really feel like i'm improving. Even the things I don't quite understand yet, it's more like a slightly difficult piano piece: you understand how to do it, but it's still not second nature to you yet. The places, however, where I most get tripped up are the places where I think they're second nature...and they aren't. But I'm having a great time learning!
My conversational French has improved enormously! I would say that I am definitely able to carry on a conversation now. I may struggle for proper vocabulary here and there, but in general I speak much more smoothly and easily.
Sometimes listening is a little hard. Native French speakers speak quite rapidly so it can be hard to completely grasp what they're saying. Which brings me to my music school...
Le Cim, l'ecole du Jazz
I love my classes here. All of the teachers are really smart and really talented musicians. There was a big concert/jam session on the first day and all of the teachers performed. My voice teacher sang bye bye black bird and she was AMAZING. My piano teacher was also there (although at this point I didn't know he was my piano teacher yet) He was f***ing incredible. I would say he was one of the best pianists that played that night. I was SO LUCKY to get him as a teacher. When I had my lesson with him, I learned more about chord voicing in that one lesson than I learned from one whole year of Jazz piano lessons with that crochety old guy from SLC. Really cool. I'm also taking a class which is basically "how to make a band sound good" , Music theory, Sight Singing, Solfège, Rhythmic Solfège, (I'm not quite sure what the difference is between sighting singing and solfège yet...), and then every Tuesday night they bring in a band that we "are required" to go hear.
The band last week was an amazing jazz trio (organ, guitar, and drums) and they rocked! I wondered how they would fare sans bassist, but the organist played the bass line AND the keyboard parts. It was almost like having a quartet there but only three people.
the band that came a couple of weeks ago was...interesting and educational. There were a Brazilian samba band that played a kind of music called "Samba de Mesa" or something like that. It was a lot of really complex rhythms and grooves, that were overlaid by high pitched chordal instruments (kind of like mandolins and banjos, but smaller). It was really cool to hear how these songs and this style was constructed, but after awhile all of their songs began to sound alike.
Something else I've learned here, although I suppose it should have been expected:
Parisians can't play the blues.
It's horrible.
I mean sure, they know "how to play the blues" but they just can't get the feeling right.
on our first day of "how to make a band sound good" class, this kid hops up and tells the other guys about this great american blues song. He starts singing Pride and Joy, the Stevie Ray Vaughn song. I wanted to bang my head on the chair. It was just bad. there was no drum and bass groove , and essential element of that song, and the guitars were turned up too loud (a classic problem, not just a french one). Plus the guy who was all hot to play the blues was a horrible singer. But luckily there was a teacher there who basically fixed it, but in the end it just sounded like "this is how to play the blues properly". It just didn't have the "umph" that that song, and the blues in general, needs. Oh well. I guess us amuricans'll hafta show'em how it's done.
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IN OTHER NEWS
Food
I have really started getting into cooking for myself. It's cheap and i'm actually fairly good at it. I think in the near future i'm going to invest in a recipe book so I can broaden my horizons beyond pasta, rice, tomatoes, and beans. I am becoming a master of the red-sauce. I made this really strange one the other day, but it was REALLY GOOD.
It started out by me saying "well, i'm really hungry, I don't want to make anything crazy. I'll just boil some pasta and then heat up some garlic in olive oil and just pour the garlic oil over the pasta. Maybe some salt and pepper once that's done. no big deal" So I start boiling water and I chop the garlic, then I start getting ideas. I have a big jar of tomato purée in the fridge, so I got that out along with a jar of pre-made pesto, plus some sugar(I think...I can't really remember. this was one of those, enjoy it now, because it will never be this way again kind of meals. ) and I just sort of started...mixing things. a few minutes later I had this wonderful tomatoey, basily, olive oily, garlicky, balsamic vinagary sauce over bow-tie pasta. It was MARVELOUS.
Today was sort of another such thing. I didn't have any classes today so I spent about..2 hours making lunch. I boiled some more bow-ties, then while that was going on I made a salad dressing like my mom makes with Olive oil, balsamic, mustard, and sugar. Then after that was done I put the pasta inside a Tupperware, poured the dressing over it, mixed it up, and put it in the fridge. Then I went shopping at the grocery store. I bought some more snacky type things for later this week, butter, mint tea, and some cheese that was good for spreading. Then I popped over to the boulangerie and picked up a baguette tradition (there is a HUGE difference between a baguette and a baguette tradition. Baguette tradition maybe 2 cents more expensive, but the quality is 10 times better. If you're ever in France, ask for baguette tradition.) and walked back home. After I unloaded my cold items into the tiny territory Ive claimed for myself inside the community fridge, I took out my pasta, which had cooled down a bit, grabbed the spreadable cheese, went back to my room with them and feasted on pasta and herb cheese on baguette.
I know. Carb overload, I know...but it was soooo good. I got shopping for real this weekend, and I'll have Alex with me this time and he's a far better shopper than I am. I need to invest in my own fridge.
Speaking of Alex
London
This past weekend I went to LONDON TOWN! Alex, one of my best friends, is studying theatre at BADA (British-American Academy of Dramatic Arts) and Paris was getting a little crazy with strikes and whatnot so it was a very good thing to go over to an English speaking country for a while. We had a great time. The first night there we ate Thai food, drank cider (a pretty big drink over there apparently. Alex prefers it to beer. who knew!) and left lewd messages to our mutual american friends with some of Alex's free minutes to USA. It was great and festive night.
Next day we went to Camden Market. I think it's literally one of the coolest places on earth. You can find anything there, I think. There were food vendors with types of food from any country you could imagine, there were clothing shops that catered to all styles and tastes, there was a music shop where I bought a harmonica, just EVERYTHING! then after we wandered around there for awhile, we went to the British museum. We looked at all of the Egyptian and Assyrian sculptures, then went to the India and Asia section for a bit, but by that point I was on a caffeine low so I needed a pick-me-up. After stopping to get a latte (I drink them just to spite Glenn Beck) we walked down to Trafalgar's Square and the National Gallery. There were so many beautiful paintings there. It was really interesting to see the things written about some of the paintings there. It was interesting to be told about some techniques and how each painter used them to in their works. There was a room full of portraits and mythological works that I really enjoyed. Plus, they had an impressionist section which always gets points with me. Then we went back, made our own dinner (stir fry. YUM) then after that went out and had a pint(London bomber or something like that, for those beer enthusiasts who may or may not read my blog. "Wells" was on the label somewhere, but I don't think that was the beer name. That's why I bought it haha) with some other people in Alex's program from SLC (DeeDee, Daniella, and Malka) then just kind of went to bed after awhile.
Sunday was a work day. Alex and I spent the majority of the time either reading, discussing something we were working on, or eating. then that night we ate Indian food with Malka and Daniella. One of the best Indian meals I've had in a long time! It was all very pungent and flavorful. really nice night. Then we got back to Alex's place and the four of us hung out until ten, when the girls left, and then Alex and I discussed the screen play he was writing. Then we went to bed.
Monday was my day to myself, because Alex had class. I took the tube to the houses of parliament, walked around the park there for a bit, then crossed the river and decided to walk up the river to the Tate modern. That was not the best decision I've made in my life. It was a looooong walk. Actually, it might not have been that long, but it was sooooooo cold that morning, eventually the fun of walking around in London began to wear off and I was just looking to a place to get warm and rest. Finally I made it. It was worth the walk though. especially after a coffee and a rest it was definitely worth the walk. however, I didn't find the blurbs on these pieces as helpful as the ones at the national gallery. they seemed to assert more about the art than I I thought was necessary. It just seemed a little egocentric in it's nature. However, I really enjoyed and was effected by the artwork. I actually discovered a new appreciation for Andy Warhol while I was there. I had never really "gotten" him before, but after seeing some of this work, and reading some of the blurbs (the Warhol blurb person was quite good) something sort of clicked. Very nice way to spend a morning. and then it was lunch time. I had yet to eat a traditional pub meal, and that was on my agenda. There was nowhere around the Tate modern so I crossed the street to the other side near St. Paul's and eventually, after some searching and following of businessmen on their lunch break, I found a place. Great beer selection, great menu, good price. Bam. I got Sausage and Mash and a London's Best Bitter. Exactly what I have been wanting. Then, after another brief visit to Camden market, I met Alex back at his school and we walked back to his apartment and made more stir fry (even better this time around. YUM!) then I had to leave and catch the train back to Paris.
It was a very nice weekend, but I was glad to return to Paris. Visiting london was like visiting your cool uncle, or grandparent. They have a bunch of cool stuff, you get to have a lot of fun and you'll always love it there, but it's just nice to come back home.
I really do think Paris is becoming a home for me. I'm getting used to it's habits, it's sights, it's smells. But unlike some places, these sights and smells continue to amaze me. Maybe i'm in the middle stages in between fresh off the plane and jaded, but I really do love it here.
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Other things that have happened in bullet points:
- It's getting colder here, but hopefully it won't get as cold as NY. fingers crossed
- Parisian Markets are awesome, but medical visits for your carte de sejour are not.
- I have developed a great appreciation for falafel.
- Alex is coming to Paris this weekend!!!
OK. I'll really try to be better about blogging from now on. Sorry about the delays. I promised to keep you better informed of my Parisian prowling in the future.
Until then,
Monsieur Wells