Monday, November 26, 2007

Paris!

This week has been well spent in the capital of culture: Paris, France. I met a few of my friends early Wednesday morning at a small apartment in a beautiful section of the city near the Senate. It was a wonderful small village atmosphere tucked away in the vastness of Paris. Mornings were occupied with small bakeries, croissants, and coffee. By night we would wander around, layered and bundled, trying to decide which little café we should choose in order to dine for the evening. I will say it was difficult to make a bad choice when it came to food.
When we weren’t eating, we were off exploring some cultural monument, artistic exposition, or just simply enjoying the beauty that is Paris. The first day we visited the Louvre, which is more like a city of art, than a museum, complete with frescos, paintings, sculptures, and of course, the famous “Mona Lisa.” It is something to behold this fortress turned castle turned museum, in all its immensity. After the museum, we went about in a double decker bus, taking in the main sights, disembarking to see the important ones. The first stop on the bus was the Notre Dame Cathedral, and the thing that is most impressive about it is the stained glass. Here you will find some of the most beautiful stained glass windows on the planet, and at the particular time of the afternoon in which we visited, the glass was almost glowing as I soaked it in. The rest of the afternoon was spent riding around a bit more, just sort of looking about, open-mouthed and in awe.
Wednesday night was the only night that we elected to go to a larger restaurant, and it was one of the neatest places I have ever eaten in my life. It was a rather fancy place, called Buddha Bar. It wasn’t very impressive from the outside, but as soon as I entered, I felt like I had entered another world. It had the ambiance of a dimly lit temple, a two level room with a balcony surrounding and overlooking the lower floor. The walls were covered with rich burgundy colored fabric and golden light fixtures that emitted just enough warm lighting to allow us to make our way to our table. The music was something oriental mixed with pulsating techno, the sort of music that lulls you into a kind of trance. It had all the marks of a Buddhist temple turned chic restaurant. The food? Sublime. Some of the most interesting and tasty sushi I have ever eaten.
That night we were all fairly tired, so we retired early, just enjoying each other’s company until we all went to sleep. The next day, we went to Euro Disney! It is a bit strange that we spent some of our time in Paris at Eurodisney, but it was a free trip, so I went along with it! That night we were fairly exhausted, but we found a nice little café and enjoyed some wonderful food in a small cozy environment.
The next day we spent most of our time in the Musée d’Orsay, which I absolutely loved because they have one of the largest and most complete collections of the impressionists (Manet, Monet, Cezanne, Sisley, Picasso(neo-impressionist), etc.). It was absolutely amazing to be able to see these famous works of art face to face. That night was wonderful as well, because, after we rode the giant Farris Wheel, we took a river cruise which pointed out all of the best sights in Paris as well as described each of the bridges in detail. Paris in the night is truly something to behold. There were also a couple of annoying germans who were being rather loud, but I silenced them when I stuck my camera and flash in their faces and snapped a pic. It was pretty grand, as well as funny.
My last full day in Paris was spent ambling around, trying to absorb all that surrounded me. We walked from where we were staying to the Eiffel Tower, where we took a few pictures. We played on a Teeter-totter next to the river Seine. It was an enjoyable and relaxing day of exploration. We finished the night with a wine tasting event, where we tasted 7 different wines, all of French origin. It was interesting, and our “Sommelier” was extremely informative, but also laid back.
I didn’t sleep much that night because I had to wake up at 3 in the morning for my two hour hike across Paris in order to catch a bus to the airport at 5:20 in the morning. But it gave me time to walk up the Champs de Elysées one more time and think about how much I had enjoyed my time in Paris. All in all, a rather wonderful and enchanting trip!

Sarah, Blair, and Jo- my Paris friends!
The Eiffel Tower!

Thursday, November 15, 2007

For Erin!

During many recent conversations, it has become rather apparent to me that we all have developed some sort of working philosophy through which we deal with the surrounding world. This philosophy extends from the most basic daily needs, those of food and sleep etc., to the realm of theology. It’s glaringly apparent to me that, whether formally recognized or not, we have all elected a sort of scheme.
Most of the time, I don’t think we bother to ask whether or not is a very good scheme. We shrug our shoulders to new ideas, well assured that ours have accounted for everything. We’ve somehow made sense out of the inconsistencies and irregularities; an occasional anomaly never gives rise to second thought. But our philosophies, the ones by which we live rather than the ones which we espouse, are bad not because they can’t account for everything. That, I’m sure, they have assuredly accomplished by some skewed method. They’re bad because they aren’t rooted in anything save self, all the time acting like a rather inefficient vice grip whose aim is to extract some small amount of self-gratification.
We then find ourselves rooted in a nonsensical game, becoming indentured servants to the first philosophy that grants us some faded pleasure. We are like men who set up camp beneath a slow fruitless trickle, all the while failing to explore and discover a nearby abounding river. The sad trail that follows is one of adaptation, a reorganization of the fragmented pieces of life to suit our certain failed scheme. It is only a matter of time before the parts of our lives become institutionalized, regulated, scheduled, and bound moors of our badly chosen philosophies. Should it occur to us in our occasional misery, when Time slows and our clenched eyes open, that we might have failed to conduct an adequate search, or that somehow our search was tainted? Why, of course not. For we are all philosophers of the highest caliber.
Luckily, the Great Philosopher is also Redeemer, Lover.

SHEPHERDS
Clinging like sheep to the earth for protection,
We have not ventured far in any direction:
Wean, Child, our ageing flesh away
From its childish way.

WISE MEN
Love is more serious that Philosophy
Who sees no humour in her observation
That Truth is knowing that we know we lie.

SHEPHERDS
When, to escape what our memories are thinking,
We go out at nights and stay up drinking,
Stay then with our stick pride and mind
The forgetful mind.

WISE MEN
Love does not will enraptured apathy;
Fate plays the passive role of dumb temptation
To wills where love can doubt, affirm, deny.
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TUTTI
O Living Love replacing phantasy,
O Joy of life revealed in Love’s creation;
Our mood of longing turns to indication:
Space is the whom our loves are needed by,
Time is our choice of How to love and Why.

From For the Time of Being: A Christmas Oratorio
-W.H. Auden