Paris is a ridiculously cool city. Lancaster england on the other hand, is the most hair balls of all places I’ve ever been. Whereas certain places may be dirty, chaotic, dangerous or something to that effect- Lancaster has the highest suicide rate in England with almost 99% of the suicides committed off the top of a six story building at the university- probably the tallest building in town. Besides girls with fake tans, bad food, greasy guys, and a unintelligible accent- the whole place literally smelled like sheep shit.
Hence, most of this page is devoted to the five days I had in Paris.
At least I got to see my friends- which was the whole point of going.
crepes
Nick’s Building
This is what happens to you when you play classical guitar like a Savage and chain smoke. You have the most disgusting fingers ever invented. But you are really really sexy.
In the kitchen
Voltaire Metro
You may be struck in the heart by lightening in the metro system
The glass covered Passages- the precursor to the modern department store, mall, and airport. They may have destroyed culture but they sure are pretty.
Training Wheels!
I’ll buy into the spectacle.
Sorbonne
Pee on my head
Get a tattoo of your girlfriend’s initial
Retired train tracks
Mike from Belville
This is in the vein of “Mike’s art” and he took me to see these murals.
Chinese people in Paris say “Fuck Craigslist!”
Purple tongues omigod wine is so cheap
We went to the cemetary where Chopin, Proust, Merleau Ponty, Oscar Wilde, and Jim Morrison are buried. It was huge, labyrinthine, and creepy pretty.
Hi I’m in a Cemetery
I found out that one of my best friends from high school got this intese research grant to to to and Ecole university that’s like the MIT of France to do chemistry stuff for the next two months. His name is Elliot Naidus and he’s a genius. He manages to look like a hobo in lots of pictures.
outside luxenbourg
going up
Mike does chess workshops at these amazing squats. PEople just take over buldings and it goes to court and a lot of times- they end up having more rigths than the original owners of the buildings. they do community organizing and political activities and it’s wort of the cleaner, more sophistocated co-op.
this dog lived at the “Tabac” around teh corner
nibbled my ear.
POMPI-DONT or Pompidou
Max always looks like this
Baguettes, deadly and delicious
Mikey needed a haircut, I obliged
Louvre
Painting in the cuban restaurant. That was a delicious meal
Elliot looked at my boobies
Max was drunk and couldn’t succeed in putting the light on.
Liverpool from a plane
four days later, I’m about te leave and Meoldy and her boyfriend took me to town. Previously we have been watching grey’s anatomy in her dorm room for hours at a time.
At “Revolution”
Necking in da club
Melody was supposed to go to london with me to kick it. but- as it was both a bank holiday and highly inconvenient for her to come for 5 hours- I went on my own and walked around looking at the stores and breathing in that sweet londong fog.
Around the corner from my hotel- I found that I Was in Soho- and really close to the best shopping spot in london (where foot patrol and the hippest stores were) at Carnaby Street.
I ran into these people at a sneaker store called “Size” and we struck up conversation- then this guy ben was like “Do you know Temple Tattoo?” and I showed him my Derek Snograss arm fish and he showed me his Derek Snodgrass Arm Tattoo. Whoa.
They invited me to go along for a drink with a bunch of these nice people and they turned out to be the coolest
Heidi, just finished school and is probably my soul mate. she’s knew all about old american country music and new indie stuff and had just finished making a documentary and had started a feminist art rock band called the Thundercunts. Not to be confused with Stephen Segalls’ rock band “Thunderbox”.
Serena 21, also attending school for music production type stuff or set and light design-something rad. She was hekka nice. That weird hand thing is another thing that Paul made- it’s a gnarly belt buckle hand thing for his design company.
Serena me and Nana. Nana’s little sister plays harp and he was super rad as well.
Paul got wasted and started showing us all his photos on his PSP.
Along in my hotel at 5AM before getting the tube to Heathrow.
It’s bright really early in England.
But I made it home. That’s the next post. I want to wander around the world by myself some more.
