Visit to J.K./ OMG EPIC FAIL.

To all the kids who think that we just sit around sipping tea and playing tennis: SUCK IT.

Although I do enjoy doing both of those things...

Going to visit J.K. (Jason Karsh, not J.K. Rowling) at LSE this weekend and I'm excited to have high tea. Don't judge me. I've never been to England before!

CHANDA. You didn't send me a list of things that you wanted, so I'm just going to pick out whatever I would want for myself since we're the same person, mk?!

Serena, please check your e-mail and respond. I sent letters packed with older sister wisdom.
Remember, if you accept drinks from boys you don't know, you could DIE. If you go to frat parties and drink really cheap beer, your liver will DIE. Anyway, just read my e-mails. They're more detailed.

Time to pack for London.
Back on Monday. Then back in NY on Thursday.

OMGAHHH. AWKWARD. EPIC FAIL. This is the dude I got into a 2 hour argument with outside my office over the summer and we kept thinking that we could convince the other that we were right. But obviously, I was right...b/c hello, I'm an Econ major at Wellesley and I was so well prepared. Duh.

me: hi myles. what does your status mean?

also, i had a missed call from you earlier, but i didn't get a chance to call you back before i left the country

sorry

but i hope you are having a good 2009

and had a happy inaugurbama

Myles: hi esther, Myles isn't here. I am his wife, Malene- I can tell you what it means though

Inaugurbama.

Celebrating Obama.


Our first drinks under the Obama administration. We had Monacos: Grenadine, beer and 7-up. They were pretty.



Also, I'm catching up on podcasts now, and I said, "Hey, Keynes was gay." and Tiff said, "McCain was gay?!"
Haha. Can you imagine?

Love and Garbage.

D'Orsay:
There was a special exhibit of Picasso's many interpretations of Manet's "Le Déjeuner sur l'herbe" and they were SOOO funny, but we weren't allowed to take pictures. But check it out here.

Paul-César Helleu (1859-1927): Portrait de Madame Ryan. [She looks sneaky.]

Joszéf Rippl-Rónai (1861-1927): Un Parc La Nuit

Edgar Degas (1834-1917): Etude d'un Noeud de Ruban

Boîte de pastels ayant appartenu à Edgar Degas

Edgar Degas encore...

A friend of mine re-wrote my haiku in Italian on Twitter, and I think it sounds just as good.

Barack Obama
Spero che si e pronti
Tutti ti guarda

I miss my friends.

There's a woman from Brooklyn in my class who has been here for about 4 months. Her husband is American, but he grew up in Paris.
I feel so bad for her. Her husband speaks English fluently, and she's really awful at French. Why would he make her move?

If you love me, you will not make me move indefinitely to a place where I have no friends/don't speak the language/can not easily find Korean food.

If you love me, you will also never make me take out the trash. (including that in the form of people)

Actually, here's a list of things you will/will not do if you love me. E-money, after you told me about your whole deal, I decided that you should take my list for yourself so as to stop getting BURNED. (The last 5 might not really apply to you, but maybe?)

1) You will not say "I love you" unless you really mean it. (it loses its value if you say it too many times)
2) Flakiness is a good quality in a pastry, not a person. If you're not sure how you feel about me, keep your mouth shut. I'd rather hear nothing than hear, "Hey, I like you a lot! Actually...just kidding! Take backsies!"
3) You will be funny. (Being nice doesn't cut it. A dog is nice. A doorman is nice.)
4) You will listen to podcasts with me, and you will love them.
5) You will not take showers that last longer than mine.
6) You will love Korean food.
7) You will love my econ jokes.
8) You will not make me drive unless absolutely necessary. I'm not too bad I guess, I've only ever hit inanimate objects...(and yes, they were already inanimate before I hit them)
9) You will never ever ever ever ever want or buy a mercedes benz.
10) You will never ever ever ever ever drink and drive. (This is unforgiveable.)

Psh. And people think my standards are too high...

Whitehouse.gov has been Baracked.

http://www.whitehouse.gov/

Economy.

A better blog than my own.

I am the Walrus.

OMGAHHH.
Reverend Dr. Joseph E. Lowery is a walrus! Hahaha. Am I going to be punished for saying that? Tiff and I are sitting here CRACKING up as we watch on NYTimes.com.

Also, HBO.com doesn't let you watch unless you're in the U.S. and Territories. Seriously, HBO? How do you hope for world peace when you don't even let other countries watch your live streams? JEEZ.

As the walrus is saying:
"...make choices on the side of love, not hate. INCLUSION, not exclusion."

AMEN!

Also, after missing most of Obama's address, Tiff sat down next to me and exclaimed,
"OMG. What is Michelle wearing? Did they say what she was wearing? Which designer did she choose?!"

"You make me sound like such a ditz in your blog!"

Tiff's really not a ditz. She's just a talented, budding personal stylist. I mean, cmon. How many girls do you know who have helped Rachel Weisz and Natalie Portman pick out dresses for awards shows, hmmm? Probably NONE.

I'm her pro-bono case.

Queen for King.

Tonight, Tiff and I will be celebrating here.

We're 6 hours ahead of you guys, and I can let you know that Tuesday is looking good so far.

Barack Obama
On espère que vous êtes prêt.
Le monde vous observe.

I'm a fan of haikus.

I See Dead People...

Notre Dame

Cute.

Nam nam nam nam nam.

Albert Hofmann would have wanted to "hear" this...

Would you light my candle? [listening to RENT soundtrack]


So Evelyne explained this story to me. It's from the Bible. I'm taking Religion next semester (ugh. reqs.) so maybe I can study a little beforehand...Anyway, here's this story:

Jesus: Hey Mary Magdalene! I'm back!

Everyone: Oh man. Jesus is back!

Thomas: No way. I won't believe you until I can stick my finger in your wounds. [that just seems mean]
Jesus: Okay, doubting Thomas. Go for it.

La Cimetière de Montmartre.

We almost missed Degas b/c it says de GAS. How unfortunate.
Dumas.
Heine.
Zola.
I would not like to have a crying statue above my grave. Teichholtz, I don't want you to die before I do, but if you do, I'll make sure we put the "fun" back in "funeral," as you requested. If I die first, I would like you to remember aloud my best jokes. So whenever I make you laugh, write down what I say.

The death of Bush's reign.