Tuesday, September 9, 2008

favorite indie band names

Disclaimer: I haven't actually listened to these bands. However, this seems like as good a method as any to discover new music. I'm linking to the MySpace pages because it's easier to hear their music right away than trying to navigate through their official band pages.

Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness
Stars Like Fleas
A Place to Bury Strangers
Hammer No More the Fingers
Hercules and Love Affair
Thunderbirds Are Now!

Monday, September 8, 2008

Paris, Day 3

The best thing about going to bed super early post-jet lag? Getting up early. Here's the view from our hotel room in Paris.



After the quite embarrassing crash from the day before, I was ready to tackle the rest of Paris. I was determined. We returned to Musee D'Orsay (did I mention that I am task-oriented and stubborn? No?). However, this was well worth it; the D'Orsay is quite possibly one of the best museums I have ever been to. It was crazy to see "Bal au moulin de la Galette" by Renoir, in person. It also helps that Impressionism is the most familiar artwork to me.



I was also determined to do the whole picnic-in-the-park thing. We also wanted to steel our nerves for the Louvre.



The Louvre is huge. I had anticipated this, and overplanned. Essentially, the plan was "we pick one thing, explore that wing, and get the hell out." We settled on the Mona Lisa, which is housed in the wing with the 15th century Italian paintings (Botticelli), and 18th and 19th century French paintings (The Consecration of Napoleon and the Coronation of Josephine was vast -- 10x6 meters!). In the attempt to find a bathroom, we stumbled through the ancient Egyptian artifacts wing.



We next went to the Arc de Triomphe, and eschewed the Eiffel Tower for dinner. We settled for a picture instead.



We ate at Cafe du Marche in Rue Cler, and it was fantastic. Something that was hard to get into was the fact that people in Paris ate dinner at 9-10 pm; that was the peak dinner hour. It helped that the sun didn't truly set until 10:30 pm during the summer, but it was a little odd for my Americanized "don't eat less than 3 hours before bedtime" paradigm. But for food this good, I would eat it at 2 in the morning. YUM.

day in the life

I remember discovering The Beatles "Magical Mystery Tour" through my dad's vinyl records.