Archives for category: Frivolity

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When it comes to the work firemen do, no one will argue that putting out fires and saving lives are of paramount importance. But when it comes to their fundraising calendars, the idea should be to light fires. The New York City Fire Department understands this.

We bought this year’s calendar for the Brigade des sapeurs-pompiers de Paris. We bought it last year too. How can you resist when a sheepish young fireman comes to your door like a Boy Scout selling popcorn?

Gawky, young, door-to-door fireman are effective, but if the Paris pompiers really want to raise funds, they should raise some heart rates and eyebrows. It’s not as if the French are unaware that sex sells, but it’s clear that whoever’s in charge of the Parisian fireman calendar is clueless. Plus you’d think that at least the photos would be attractive considering that this is France, where attention to aesthetic detail comes as naturally as breathing.

Below are all of the photos from this year’s calendar. I’m sorry. I know I’m one of the world’s biggest francophiles, but sometimes I can’t help myself. (Note that this is a comment on the calendar, not the firemen, for whom I have the utmost respect. I’ve seen them in action and they’re impressive. Can you imagine what it’s like to have to fight fires in this city?)

1: Injured people (real or pretend) and medical equipment/gadgets are not sexy. In fact, they make most people queasy. Why would I want to look at that for two months?

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2: Pictures of vehicles, flags and monuments are boring. And people who live in Paris are already sick to death of pictures of their own bloody monuments. That young man’s flag might be the calendar designers’ attempt at subliminal seduction, but it doesn’t really do it for me. Besides, the angle of the photo itself makes me seasick.

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3: Don’t waste good ink and paper on pictures of burning buildings. We didn’t have you confused with postal workers. And most people don’t really enjoy scenes of destruction.

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4: Somehow there’s just something wrong with this picture of these guys and their extreme rescue equipment dangling off a bunch of froufrou Parisian balconies…

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5: This is disastrous. Maybe they thought this photo nicely captured the well-roundedness of Parisian fireman by simultaneously showcasing their physical prowess and sensitivity to the arts. But the first thing that comes to my mind is “what dorks.” And surely there are firemen/women who play sexy instruments. Trumpet face is the worst! (For that matter, if this is just going to be a firefighters-at-work calendar and not a beefcake calendar, why is there only one girl firefighter in the whole thing? And why isn’t the one female in the calendar shown being efficient and heroic instead of this?)

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I think it’s time to put somebody else in charge of the fireman calendar, don’t you?

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It’s just not my thing. I’m a very reserved person. An introvert. An observer. Friends have called me Spock.

Nonetheless, as threatened in this post, I actually did do something that might be loosely defined by some as singing on Vincent’s second 1 mot, 1 chanson song. He didn’t pressure me into it; he kept saying I didn’t have to. But I felt pressure anyway because he kept wishing out loud that I would, since the story is from a feminine point of view. In fact, he’s been wishing out loud that I’d sing for two years now, so I finally caved just to get it behind me.

It won’t happen again, I promise.

The song is called Minute. It has a great melody, like all of his songs, the kind that gets stuck in your head. It was playing in a loop in my head at midnight last night. It’s the story of a girl who’s told her boyfriend she’ll be ready in a minute. We all know how that goes.

If you click the Bonus link, you can read the lyrics and, by clicking the little Flash player that appears after the lyrics – Minute (maquette) – you can hear the version Vincent sang, bypassing mine entirely, which is what I recommend you do.

Vincent obviously wasn’t embarrassed to put my version up on the site, but he doesn’t get embarrassed, so that tells you nothing. I haven’t listened to it. I plugged my ears during playback and wore earplugs the whole time he was mixing it. I’m pretending it didn’t happen.

I’m only mentioning it because I love his music and the idea of picking a random word and making a song out of it, which is the basis of this project of his.

He’s already started working on a third song, which is hilarious and pretty (and in English), so look for the next song at 1 mot, 1 chanson soon.

You’ll always find the link at the top of my blogroll!

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I predicted I would pop back into The Big Word Project when I was bored. (I’m not really bored, I just had a couple of minutes to kill till lunch was ready.)

I clicked on a couple of words and the results weren’t too inspiring. Then I clicked on philanthropy and found another great micro-financing site called BringLight. This site seems to allow a wider variety of projects to seek funding than Kiva, which focuses more on developing countries or poverty-stricken populations. For example, on BringLight, you can donate to Project Treat, which supplies treats for shelter dogs that are getting obedience training at the Silicon Valley Humane Society. You can also donate to human rights and environmental projects, though.

Clicked around a bit more and got a hippie weaver at loom. Clicked hula and got to a retail site selling kitschy Hawaiiana. I love that stuff. Lived there as a teenager. Some loser assigned Barack Obama’s site to charlatan.

That’s the problem with these mass Internet projects. And the world. You can’t filter out the ugliness. But knowing there are people who spend their energy creating sites like BringLight and Kiva helps keep it at bay, at least.

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When I was a little girl, I loved tiny things. I had a room full of them. Teensy-weensy plastic animals, a delicate miniature porcelain tea service, 80 million Barbie shoes… My poor mom.

This cute little fascination lasted into adulthood; I talked my son into giving me one of his micro-machines when he was in preschool. It was a lime green 50s-looking car. Too cool. I kept it in an itsy-bitsy glass curio case full of other itsy-bitsy things.

Being a grown-up geeky girl with a tendency to travel light, I don’t have much tiny stuff anymore (although I do have a little red Eiffel Tower and a red majolica poodle from the 40s on my desk…). These days, I mostly get my cute little fancy tickled by widgets. Even the word is adorable, isn’t it?

The term used to refer to a non-specific, small mechanical thingamajig, maybe something you’d find in a plumber’s toolbox. But today, a widget is a little box that displays info on a web page. Widgets are interactive, which means that they don’t just sit there and look cute; they actually do something.

One of my favorite websites, Etsy, made a widget that sellers on the site can use to put a mini store on their own blogs and sites. Advertisers are capitalizing on the widget trend. A huge improvement over those infuriating, migraine-inducing Flash ads that make my fans kick in at full blast… If only those would all go away.

Today I discovered my favorite widget of all time! I’m biased, of course. It’s a Vincent widget. He has some of his music up on SoundClick, and they’ve added code you can use to put a widget on your site and play all the songs in an artist’s songlist.

Isn’t my Vincent widget cute?


Being a techie and creative boy, Vincent built a few of his own little Flash players for his music. You can see mini Radio Vince in the banner of his blog and, on his website, he’s got Radio Vince (click “a single mouse click away“). You can get to players for most of his songs here, and others here. He widgetized himself years ago, long before it became The Thing To Do. So avant garde.

I think one of these days when I’m bored I’m going to check out some widget makers and play around with them. I have multiple Internet incarnations I could work with…I wanna widget!

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La Belette Rouge (the red weasel), a favorite blogger, Francophile, and virtual girlfriend of mine, has given me a You Make My Day award! I was touched and honored to receive the award and tribute from La Belette, and I’m glad to have an opportunity to dedicate a post to some of the people whose blogs really make my day on a regular basis.

La Belette would be on this list, but since she started the love fest, I have to choose other blogs. But just so you know, her blog always makes my day too. She’s a lovely, positive, and exuberant young woman whose blog and personality are utterly charming.

These are the rules of the game:

1. Write a post with links to 5 blogs that make your day.
2. Acknowledge the post of the award giver.
3. Tell the award winners that they’ve won by commenting on their blogs.

These are the blogs that make my day:

Bonheur Occidental — This is what a great soul looks like. Briconcella, the author of this blog, has an unparalleled sense of wonder and she knows the value and beauty of each breath she takes; more so than any other human being I’ve ever known. Every entry in her blog is a tender caress of a moment, mundane or monumental, of her life. She sees things others don’t see. She sees things others do see differently. This blog reminds me to lovingly cradle my own moments and it inspired me to create everyday splendor.

derwerffblogg — Of all my Former Life friends, the author of this blog is the only one who has made it through the looking glass. (The rest, alas, haven’t discovered this dimension and are still available in meat format only.) It really makes my day that he took the leap and created a blog! Although he’s older than most of my friends, he’s as youthful as the youngest of them. Like Briconcella, he knows how to savor a moment. He’s new to blogging, but I know he has a lot to share. I love bumping into him here, on this side, and look forward to watching him bloom.

eyeheartinternet — Sassy eats life for breakfast. And lunch. And dinner. She nibbles on it at midnight. Her incredible energy, humor, honesty, and humanity are palpable when you read her blog. In some ways, she reminds me of myself when I was younger and, at the same time, she awakens strong maternal feelings in me; I just want to pick her up and rock her when she’s hurting. You will love her, cheer for her, and cry with her, just like I do. And you will adore her puppy.

Green views — David Horton is an inspiration. He’s a highly educated polymath, a dedicated environmentalist, a political activist, and a writer. Among other things. He is one of the most conscious people I’ve ever encountered. On his ranch in Australia, he raises sheep, loves his grandkids and the kangaroos, and plays David to the Goliath of the right-wing political establishment. His blog is always thought provoking and enlightening. Peppered among essays on religion, politics and the environment are excerpts of his novel in progress. A real Renaissance man.

Dragonfly Dreaming — Strength and passion are the two words that come to mind when I think of the author of this blog. Another amazing young woman, she holds absolutely nothing back and she generously shares absolutely everything with her readers. Each post is infused with her fiery spark. She’s been through some hell, but hasn’t let it ruin her ability to enjoy blowing bubbles with her little girl.

I’m changing the rules a bit (because I can if I want to) and adding a special category: the You Make My Life award. The envelope, please…

sknoblog — Vincent’s blog made much more than my day. I devoured his blog and website after I met him at a party. It was all I had! He had to go back to Paris two days later and I was still in California. I discovered through his blog and website that he was wacky, brilliant, creative, loving, politically and socially conscious, sweet and geeky, and all kinds of other adjectives I like in a man. We saw each other only twice in the year after that party, but I was already in love with virtual Vincent before we ever even kissed… Then, once I moved to Paris, he did the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me; he turned me into a cartoon character and created a blog for his comic strip Geeks In Love, which is inspired by our happy, geeky life together.

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Award winners, don’t feel obligated to follow the rules. And if you were already awarded by someone else, then, of course, don’t worry about it. I’m just glad for this opportunity to let you know how much I appreciate you all!

And Vincent, since you’re off the charts, you’re off the hook.

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I love words. I love figuring out etymology and the relationships among words. For example, just the other day, I figured out that right in the middle of the French verb entasser (to pile up), a new word for me, is the noun tas (pile), a word I’ve known forever. So now I’ll never forget what entasser means. And when I was just a little Francophile, it always thrilled me when I found out an English word came from French.

I wish I’d had a blog when the clueless conservatives decided to rename french fries to freedom fries. I would have loved to dare them all to eradicate all words of French origin from their vocabularies and then see if they could form a sentence… Morons. Nearly a third of the English language comes from French (or Latin via French).

Today, on a geek blog called Daring Fireball, Vincent saw something about The Big Word Project. It’s the brainchild of Paddy and Lee, two grad students in multidisciplinary design from Northern Ireland. They love words too

Their project allows you to pick an English word and link it to your website or blog. Then, whenever anyone clicks a word on the site, they’re taken to your site. Forever.

(And the words on the home page all look like MagPo magnets, which I also love.)

You pay a dollar a letter. The project is brand new, so there are lots of good words left! Quick! What’s your word?? If it’s in a dictionary, you can use it. They let you suggest words if they’re not there yet.

The guys will be able to have a couple of beers on me. I bought francophile and francophilia. You can guess what those link to. I bought geeks. Love is taken. Leah in Chicago beat me to it.

What’s the point, you ask? Well, who knows? Does it have to have a point? Maybe every now and then if I’m bored I’ll pop in and see who has taken “moribund” or “fallacious” or “calliope” just for kicks. Maybe I’ll stay on the sites long enough to figure out why the people picked the words they did. Maybe I’ll meet some cool people. You never know. I like serendipity (the word and what it represents).

In fact, I think I’ll go and buy serendipity and link it to this blog… What’s another 11 bucks for a couple of starving students with a fun idea? Wish I’d thought of it.

If you’re wondering how many words there are in the English language, give it up. This guy claims he’s counted them all and we’re nearing a million. These guys say baloney. Either way, there are enough.

So go get a word! And tell me what you picked!

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Alice and her looking glass keep cropping up in some form or another in my life these days… Today Vincent found an appealing personality test on The Presurfer. You find out what book you are after answering only six questions. Despite that, the personality descriptions are eerily accurate…

This is my book:

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You’re Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland!
by Lewis Carroll

After stumbling down the wrong turn in life, you’ve had your mind opened to a number of strange and curious things. As life grows curiouser and curiouser, you have to ask yourself what’s real and what’s the picture of illusion. Little is coming to your aid in discerning fantasy from fact, but the line between them is so blurry that it’s starting not to matter. Be careful around rabbit holes and those who smile too much, and just avoid hat shops altogether.

This is Vincent’s:

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You’re Watership Down!
by Richard Adams

Though many think of you as a bit young, even childish, you’re actually incredibly deep and complex. You show people the need to rethink their assumptions, and confront them on everything from how they think to where they build their houses. You might be one of the greatest people of all time. You’d be recognized as such if you weren’t always talking about talking rabbits.

Take The Book Quiz on The Blue Pyramid (and let me know if you do).