The day started taking the metro to the north of Paris, to a sleepy area nestled behind Sacre Coeur. I met a friend for lunch, the food being a textbook example of what makes the little things in Paris so wonderful. It was just penne pasta with some rotisserie chicken in a cream sauce, but every part of it was just so. damn. good. Continue reading
Whenever someone would ask me over the last few weeks, “Why are you going to Paris?”, I’d almost always reply “to write”. That much is true, a big part of coming here was to get away from the habits and distractions I would face at home. The greater reason, though, was a little too personal to interject into small talk. Continue reading
I guess the whole point is, we can never know.
Are the little coincidences really coincidences? Or are they the universe trying to talk to us the only way it can, short of mailing us a FedEx package with a return address of “Universe” containing a note that says “Here’s something you need to know…” ?
I suppose that’s where faith comes in.
Chances are, at some point in your career, you have been told or encouraged to “be professional”. This usually takes on one of two meanings :
- to dress well, not curse openly, practice respectable hygiene, and act in a mature and personable manner
- to soldier on quietly as promises or other things you’ve earned are not honored or given. For example, “We’ve decided to not give you the raise we discussed, but we hope you’ll be professional about this and continue to work hard for us”
While the sentiment behind the first definition is generally innocuous and, by all accounts, good advice, the second definition is not so straightforward. Continue reading
It’s coming up on that time of year again, my friends. Teens riddled with social ADHD sprinting across town every Saturday to go to five different parties, and Hallmark stores turning healthy profits off various signage and helium balloons in the shape of a ‘1’ and ‘4’.