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- Listening to some Yves Montand this morning at work. Reminds me alternately of France and then of his song on the Rushmore soundtrack, “Rue St Vincent.”
- Found a point-of-purchase display designer job listing in Paris on the Coroflot job boards yesterday. I half-jokingly sent it to D, and she replied “But it’s in Paris,” and I responded, again half-jokingly:
Sell both houses and both cars, use the funds from one to pay off debt, and from the other to set up a life over there. Connect with my Reformed pastor friend and his expat American wife in Paris, attend their church. Live there 4-5 years, come back to the US. Easy.
If only it were.
- A goal of mine for this journal is to record moments I have kicking around in my head, but have never written down. I think about certain episodes so often that I take it for granted someone somewhere knows about them and their significance, but if something (God forbid) were to happen to me, they’d be lost forever. I also want to transcribe my handwritten journal entries from my senior year of high school.
- The only 10,000 Maniacs songs I play on repeat are “Carnival” and “A Room For Everything.” Here’s the association with the first song. As for the second, it’s not tied to a particular memory, but just the song that speaks the most to me from the band’s Mary Ramsey period.