Jhender

alright, tired of looking at blogging codes. i hope one day i will actually get down to writing an entire CSS file by myself; i always end up modifying others.

anyway. had another lazy run this afternoon. took a different route, went past Cimetère du Père Lachaise [more about this cemetery later], and reached Bastille. other than that it was pretty eventful in that i kept losing my way, i’ll reach the correct roundabout, and then roughly estimate which road im supposed to take, and then run off in that direction. i started on Rue de la Roquette and then somehow ended up on Ledru-Rollin, crap, coz i was supposed to continue straight down that road. it’s terrible. heck so i ended up at Bastille and was sufficiently sian of it. still quite a bit more to reach louvre

and i came back and my neighbour was like, you went out running in the tshirt? er yeah i did. truthfully it was cold when there was wind, adidas climacool doesnt keep you warm at all, but it’s perfectly fine when running constantly. as long as it stays at 14 degrees and doesnt stop raining, gr.

jx tells me i must find the nice graffiti, yeah i do need to, unfortunately there are so many walls and so many stairs and so many sidewalks, hm. and not enough time.

went back to Centre Georges Pompidou to look at the Picassos, which are really nice. it’s so modern art yet so enjoyable. and then i found Salvador Dali! omg he’s good. i was so excited at his stuff. wow the paintings are so pretty and kwool. the themes and objects are so wonderful, and so darn real. the best one they had was Guillaume Tell, looks like crap online. i asked the guy sitting around where’s the painting with the clock and he didn’t know anything (i.d.i.o.t.). later i went down to the bookstore and searched around and found it “The Persistence of Memory”, i’m sure you’ve seen it before, the one with the melting clocks. so im in a Dali-phase right now. [makes me feel like looking at M. C. Escher works too. but they're not very accessible to me, so, too bad. if ever i go to Hague]

and then i was reading a paris guidebook in the same place, i can’t believe i walked past the other museums in Tuileries so many times but never went in. The huge Monet is just down there. grah. and it also has Picasso, Rousseau, Renoir, and wah it just reopened in May 2006. ok i dont feel so stupid for not going in earlier.

it also mentioned that Cimetère Père Lachaise was part of the paris reorganization effort, and they moved famous dead ppl there to attract other citizens to choose to be buried in this cemetery. obviously this has been a tremendous success. who would i recognise.. Honoré de Balzac, Joseph Fourier, Jim Morrison, Edith Piaf, Marcel Proust (i still have a slight desire to read Remembrance), Oscar Wilde, Frédéric Chopin.

i dont have enough first sundays of the month. *glum*

why do these people paint so well.

Catacombs of Paris.

sorry if i dont make sense, but, nod, i feel like my youth has been deprived.

the magic formula is to have a large stable country which doesnt really need to care what happens in the outside world, which can do whatever it wishes, which just exists and lives. money cannot buy time for yourself, cannot buy youth, cannot buy a second life, but it can buy one for other people.

i should like an obelisk