Thanks, 2006

I've kept this blogscursion free from personal sentiment, but in keeping with the New Year's round up theme, please allow me a sort of thanksgiving.

La vie est belle.

I've just come back from Copenhagen, re-connecting with the Danes I love so dearly..I don't think I ever didn't a glass of champagne in my hand for 4 days. And my boys have turned out (well, they're not done growing yet) so so well, and their english is better than most of the French students at Sciences Po. They're 9 and 11, respectively.

London is wicked, and it takes a lot for me to be not depressed to leave Copenhagen. I was, however, not looking forward to going back to my very sad flatmate. Who, to give a sort of cursory update, is just too much of an alcoholic to continue living with. That, and, I have reason to believe he's still working as a male prostitute.

Minor detail.

So, I'm movin' on up to BRICK LANE on January 14- a move which brings with it awesomeness excessive hipsterness, as well as a higher rent. Brick Lane is also home to the only two original bagel shops in London. Spelled "beigel" for authenticity's sake. To best help you understand the glory of the Brick Lane Bagel Bakery, I give you this dude's take on the BLBB.


So, all is well. Je vous souhaite, tout le monde, un joyeux nouvel an.
Jeg oensker jer, alle sammen, et dejligt nytaar.

xoxo

"Piss Off, Crackheads!"

The following conversation took place this Sunday:

(Young british man and American girl walk down the stairs of an apartment building)

American Girl: "Oh look! Is that a black lightbulb?"

(picks up said object)

British Guy: "Ummmm..."

AG: "Ooh, or is it a small doorknob?"

BG: "Um, sweetie, that's a crackpipe."

AG: (freezing) "I'm...going...to go upstairs and wash my hands."

Ah yes, the apartment building I know and love has a resident crackhead. (The title of this post is literally a sign posted in the common area of the building). There are literally too many ways that I find this humorous...I'll leave the comments to you.

On a completely unrelated note,

Desperate Housewives is a really crappy show. I would use the word "horrible," but that might suggest it might be corrupt or immoral, which would then make it interesting. It involves a few themes which are annoying at best, obnoxious at most:

1. The 4 stereotypes of women:
Slutty, OCD, Goofy, Mothery
These are the EXACT archetypes used in Sex and the City (Samantha, Miranda, Carrie, Charlotte..obvi) and, frankly, I'm sick of them. Not to mention that both Sex and the City and DH are written by MEN. Unsurprisingly, the characters are rigid puppets rather than actual characters.

2. Suburbia
It creeps me out.

3. The "It's not really funny but we call it a comedy anyways" ddea
Yeah, much like Sex and the City, one rarely laughs watching Desperate Housewives. Why are they called comedies? Do the expect a reaction like:

"Oh haha, that Eva Longoria, she certainly likes money! and sleeping with men!" "Oh haha, look at Teri Hatcher do something silly like fall into a bush naked! Wow, we've never seen THAT before!"



Not a theme, but it gets a number anyways:

4. Hypocrisy:
I have watched hours upon hours of this show on www.tv-links.co.uk. And it makes me angry. And yet, I still watch. We always still watch.