Saturday, July 30, 2005

Trafic perturbé

Okay, some of you may be wondering if Emily and I have been run over by a train or something... Emily is preparing her re-entry to the United States - hopefully she won't explode in her final descent like the space shuttle - and I just moved into a new apartment and have therefore spent all my time unpacking boxes and sniffing paint fumes. So there. We'll try to get back on the ball ASAP. Until then, know that the 4 still smells like the zoo, that there are suspicious packages on a daily basis on the 1, and that I got sexually harassed by a woman (!) on the 4. Full story at 11. Okay bye.

Monday, July 25, 2005

Announcing General Strike

It's too hot. I've given up. My trip on the RER B last week was like receiving mouth-to-mouth from the entire car. For forty-five minutes. Only two windows that would open. After twenty minutes, I felt sweat dripping down my leg, and realized that it wasn't my sweat.

I've started walking. Everywhere.

In sum, I have no choice but to go on strike. More stories once this city's ready to put a couple layers of clothing between us.