Alive And Counting

Thursday, October 30th, 2008

Roger Glover says it all

C’est décidé, je reviens en France en décembre histoire de voir ma bande de frenchies :). Je devrais passer Noël avec vous, et revenir a Frisco juste pour le nouvel an. Merci patron de me laisser partir dans les temps difficiles…

Pour célébrer, restons dans les grands classiques du siècle dernier. Roger Glover and the Butterfly Ball.

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Thursday, October 9th, 2008

So I crawl

Sometimes you wonder what makes a moment better than the other. Sometimes it’s just a song that speaks the truth and makes you shiver.

Joshua Radin - One of those days

I wonder if I’ll ever find that blue tree we have here, maybe it’s indeed just one of those days. Let it be better tomorrow.

thanks to the world forgot

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Tuesday, October 7th, 2008

How do you get by?

How can you get by after something like that…

maybe that’s the answer, by Joe Cocker in 69 at the Woodstock festival:

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Monday, September 22nd, 2008

New Killers - Human

Some say that’s why exclamation points have been invented. Here’s the new Killers!!!
I tried a lot of stuff to get it here on this page, but no luck so far, here’s a link to something that ~~might work~~ works for now: http://www.last.fm/music/The+Killers/_/Human

Mouais, bof. Not as exciting as a good Somebody told me.

Via Pretty Much Amazing

UPDATE — For those who missed it, the second track of the new album, live on SNL: Spaceman

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Friday, August 29th, 2008

7 - Reincarnation

Do you believe in reincarnation? I think I kind of do, or at least it would be nice be able to live different stuff. Like be a rock for example, how cool is that? you just sit there for ages doing nothing.

So I made this very important decision today, I chose my next life. I know this will be hard to achieve, I’m going to have to be super super nice to every body for that, but I am now convinced. I want to be a ~~Titty~~ Tiddy Bear.

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Saturday, April 19th, 2008

I’m an addict — Coffee #1

coffee stain
I have to say — the smell makes me smile in the morning. When a smoke can disgust you when it’s too early, your coffee friend will always make you feel better (unless it’s the 13th cup, and you start to feel your heart pounding out of its cage).

So when in the morning I go to my usual coffee shop down the hill, and people welcome me with a smile, I can’t help but thinking “stop fucking smiling, you slag and give me my coffee, fuckhead”. And usually I show it too — if not say it very low… those who know me in the morning before a coffee fix will understand.

But those at Tully’s are persistent. They kept and kept on smiling, day after day, insult after insult, mental murder after dreams of slaughter. Even though their teeth were pulled off with my virtual baseball bat, they kept on welcoming me with their large (and mentally teeth missing) smiles. “Damn they’re good!” I had to say.

I was almost nice with them once, and answered to their stupid “how are you today sir?”. This same same guy, smiling at me every day, how many times did I actually pop his eyeballs with 2 chopsticks?
- well, I’m fine, thanks. what about you?
- oh pretty good. I can hear an accent, are you french?

damn you, shithead. how can you be so fast to tell? huh
- yeah, I’m afraid I am…
- oh right! zhe parle un peh le fwanssais. Comment allez vous aujoudui?
- ça va bien — one grande latte please
- alright… (tip tip tap bip) bon journée (he looks at my credit card) alexandre!
- ouais bon journée!

And that’s exactly when they became my favorite place to go in the morning. By taming me, I guess we could say. By finally saying my name, welcoming me in the morning, smiling, a whole new world that knows who I am. I almost enjoyed the little french the cashier person had, and he almost remembered my usual order of the morning. Finally a place I could enjoy, even before my caffeine fix? That little place of heaven giving you some energy for the day?

Maybe.

coffee stain

Or maybe not.

The guys at Tully’s are even more tricky than others. After a few weeks like this (Bonjour alexandre — bonjour, one grande latte please — bon jounée — bon jounée), they suddenly started calling me … Marc…

“One grande latte for Marc! One!
- oh is that mine? hum, ok thanks!
- bye, Marc!

Bye… but why the fuck?

And then it was too late obviously. The first day of me being Marc had been passed, and I couldn’t go back in time. 2nd day, 3rd, one week. How could I tell them my name wasn’t Marc after a full week?

And now here I am. To not lose this little place, I don’t say anything. I am Marc, and proud of it. And I preferably pay with change, afraid he would see my name on the credit card.