Thursday, April 30, 2009
Him: You've changed a lot. Looks like your vacation did you some good.
Me: Oh, really? Hm. I don't know what could have changed, but you're the second person in three days to tell me that.
Him: Yeah, you're even more beautiful than before.
Me: (Blushing) (Thinking: Seriously? How is it possible that people say things like this??)
Me: Ummm... thanks, that's nice.
Him: So, we should hang out this weekend. What do you have going on?
Me: Well, I'm busy Saturday night, so what about tomorrow?
we discuss the details of this...
Him: You have such a beautiful smile. You should share it with me.
Me: Umm... what?
Him: You should share it with me.
Me: (Thinking, "Okaaaay.). *Big smile in his direction.*
Him: You know, share.
Me: (Confused. Didn't I just grin at you?)
Me: I don't understand.
Him: You know. Share. Like if I have a glass of water, and mine is gone, you give me some of yours. Share. (He's almot yelling now, like that will help me understand the meaning of this very basic concept. I promise, fella, that's not the problem. I KNOW what the verb partager means.)
Me: (Great. He thinks I'm retarded. How am I the one who gets the toddler-style explanation in this conversation?)
Him: (Apparently needing to change subjects...) You're so beautiful. I should marry you.
Me: Uuummmmm... (can I un-do our date now? Remember two seconds ago when we had a really wierd communication problem? Let's not get married.). Sorry, that's not going to happen.
Him: Why not?
Me: (Seriously?) Because I am not looking for romance right now. I'm leaving in two months, and long-distance doesn't cut it for me.
Him: But what if you fell in love?
Me: (At this point, almost trying to squash any remaining hope.) Well, I don't fall in love easily or quickly.
Him: Oh. Okay.
First, enough with the wierd marriage comments. I find it to be a big turn-off that a) you think you want to marry me already and b)that your comment about marriage was directly related to a comment about my beauty. That's not a good enough reason to get married.
Second, it makes me feel really awkward that you keep talking about how beautiful I am. And it makes the compliment much less meaningful. I'm glad you think I'm pretty. But ease up a bit, because I still need to learn to gracefully take compliments.
Third, I insisted this evening that I am only looking for friendship. So, let's stick with the plan.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Paris is definitely a great place to get some street photography in... and since my family was headed out to a few different places over Easter break, I kept this theme in mind and tried to get a few pictures in.
Some are more loose interpretations of street photography, and some offer a more traditional approach. I tried to use only manual settings, because one of my goals over the next year is to really feel at ease using manual exposure settings on my camera. As a result, some of them are not exposed quite right (or not at all right), or may have white balance issues, etc.
So here they are, sorted by location:
Paris: Charles de Gaulle Etoile (roundabout by the Arc de Triomphe)
Prague, Czech Republic
Hallstatt, Austria. (Such a cool village. More on that later--it gets its own post.)
Thanks, Marc, for having such a cool Monthly Special for April! It was a lot of fun to try my hand at street photography.
Him: "Mademoiselle?" (Just as I am walking past him)
Me: "Oui?" (Doing a 180 to face him)
H: How are you?
M: Fine, thanks, how are you.
H: You're not French are you?
M: (Thinking: You CANNOT be serious. I can't even manage to say HELLO without sounding like an American?!)
M: (Out Loud) No, I'm not. (Hoping I look confused as to why he's saying this)
H: Well, it's actually because of your earrings.
M: My earrings? (Oh, of COURSE it was my earrings...naturally.)
H: Yeah. French women don't wear earrings like that.
M: (Out loud) Oh. (Thinking: Oh, yeah. I forgot how French women don't like color.)
H: They look like candy.
H: Well, since you're not French, I can't give you my spiel, so have a great day!
M: You, too.
So, next time you see someone wearing earrings like these*:
you can safely assume that, though they may not be American, above all... they aren't French.
*Yes, those are the actual "candy" earrings I am wearing today
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Taken between the Place de la Concorde and the Champs-Elysees Clemenceau Metro stop by the Grand Palais.
Amy and I standing below an inscription that reads: Stop! This place is the Empire of Death!
I think it would be fascinating to be here during the resurrection. Don't you? Can you imagine the chaos? I know this is probably a really incorrect view of things, but I can just picture bones flying around to make it back to their proper body... and I think it would be interesting to watch.
Climbing the never-ending spiral staircase to the exit.
Plus, after about 230 stairs, you get a little break, and you can look at this cool interacive display.
Ghostly lights of traffic circulating around the 12-lane roundabout that surrounds the Arc de Triomphe. Not the best picture, technically speaking, but I really like it because A) for once, I managed to get a reasonable straight horizon line, and B) it's mostly symmetrical.
So, there you have it. 284 stairs, a few pics, 12 lanes of traffic, and 2 tired sisters.
and a clandestine picture of a painting from the museum. This was housed in a room the size of a small bathroom... and apparently no museum staff was relegated to sit there all day. So, yep. I took a picture.
I'm not a huge Picasso fan to begin with--though there were some works (mainly sculptures) in the museum that I liked. Overall, I would say that if you're not an art fanatic or a big Picasso fan, you can feel good about leaving this one behind.