Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Dear M.C Paisley,
It was a pleasure spending some time with you. Of course, you made me laugh, but you also felt free enough to share some stories of youth madness, car accidents photos, make up gone wild etc... You chose Gratitude for lunch. I like the vibes, and the wild disco singing and dancing for birthday deserts, the food is tasty, but somehow does a weird number on my stomach.Licorice to the rescue on that one.....Also,for the prices, the presentation lacks a certain.....style.But overall, the experience was a delight, I feel very grateful, indeed.
Friday, July 27, 2007
I am appropriating a jean Luc Godard title which says" 2 or 3 things that I know about her "to talk about my relationship to Chicago. I just came back from a job with Jeff K and the city lingers.As it turns out, my paternal grandmother was born in Chicago, and after a golden childhood there, she ended up after some fortune turn- about of her father, in Geneva, Switzerland, with mother and siblings, minus father and brother who both remained in the States. There, she went to art school ( a beautiful encrusted box is what's left of that time) and met my grandfather who happened to be the son of the school director, himself a painter.They married, and during her pregnancy with my father,caught the spanish flu and died 2 weeks after giving birth, at 24 years old. I was named after her, and thought that I, too would not make it after that tender age. But, a thread was woven between me and America. As a very young child, I was told in later years by a friend's mother, I would say that I was going to live in America. As a naive and ignorant teen, I would haunt the American Center in Paris ( a cultural and propaganda center....) which stood , of all places , in the Saint Germain neighborhood, and watch, mesmerized, big combines raping the never ending plains of the Mid West.So, being in Chicago, my heart was feeling the warm air of her summers long past,my feet were touching the pavements long walked. I had, I thought, a feeble but enduring connection with Chicago.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Here in San Francisco, we play catch with the sun in the summertime.Which is something totally surprising for most europeans when I tell them to bring warm jackets and drizzle gear .But then, on day,you need to see the ocean at all cost. You will brave whatever weather you will find.The fog will linger somewhere and you hope that it will not be where you want to go. So you pack up towels, bathing suits ( to swim in the warmed up little bay up North),extra warm coats and scarfs. You pick up a spicy tortilla soup at the upscale tacqueria on the way out of town,licorice bar in tow just in case , and soon you curve around redwoods and golden hills.The little beach you stop at has dry mussels shells,you toes dig in the coarse sand with absolute delight. You go for a quick invigorating swim, your face splashed by the- it has been so long you practically had forgotten- salty water, you kick, your eyes up to the sky,free.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Alfresco means " in the fresh air " which is something I had always craved.Significant will sigh when I open windows in the foggy Bay Area mist, just for a bit of brrezy oxygen wafting through my narrow nostrils.... Back then, after months of crampy meals in a postage stamp parisian kitchen, I was in heaven, come summer, when we would retreat to our mountain abode and I would die of pleasure when we would move the big wood table to the side of the house facing sunset and have dinner,surrounded by the day's end glow, the sun diving behind the mounts and lake, eat, laugh and talk, when darkness and bats would lure us back in finally....So here I am,loving our week end meals in the back yard. Nature surrounds,hummingbirds feast on flowers,cats lounge dipping the tip of their paws in the sun, and my magic fruits grow to absolute perfection.