tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71235012024-03-07T21:15:39.829+01:00exceptionally grumpy personNARDAChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08178357844367164683noreply@blogger.comBlogger561125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123501.post-1142133878422143912006-03-12T04:21:00.000+01:002006-03-12T04:25:17.706+01:00

That's it, the move is official. Come visit me at my Blogsome site. Drop me a line if I've forgotten to update your link, of if you think you deserve one!

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I'll be moving my blog soon... I'm running away from the Blogspot platform... will tell you as soon as the new site is ready.

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As requested, the fondue picture...Unfortunately, the fondue has already been eaten and all that remains is the little shallow pool of cheese at the bottom of the bowl. Please take note that the model's reaction was due more to shame than indigestion. Really people, it's a giant bowl of melted cheese mixed with alcohol and garlic that you dip into bread into.

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The disgrace of the bird flu has hit Frenchmen hard. Look at them hang their heads in disgrace!Actually, this is a photo I took at the Natural History Museum in Neuchatel, where we were this weekend. They had a special exhibition on chicken... good timing I'd say. It was very entertaining, though I found the permanent exhibition equally stunning. The dioramas were simply gorgeous.Switzerland is

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Last night I went to L’Equipe’s 60th anniversary party. It’s the French sports paper, which also runs its own magazine. The party was hilarious, gigantic and filled with obscure sports celebrities.First, I have to say that I hadn’t slept much the night before and was bothered by an unusually vivid dream. In the dream, I lived and worked in a gigantic warehouse space that I shared with others.

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The other night I had dinner another neighbourhood restaurant called La Boulangerie (15 r des Panoyaux, 75020). I take it the site was an old bakery, though there's nothing that remains of the original. The floor is rather a quaint rustic french pattern, though hardly the thing one associates with bakeries.Anyways, we had decided to go there out of Kim's suggestion. She has the most bizarre sense

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I hadn’t kept in touch with anyone from high school, thus it was with some surprise that I learnt recently that an old classmate of mine was involved with music through a rather prosaic message from my old bandmates. I googled his name, came up with his website and subsequently his email address. We made contact.What followed was a quiet kind of correspondence. Polite and warm. During these

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Another tennis post. I spent all day yesterday inside a tennis court, watching the quarterfinals for the Paris Open Gaz tournament. The semi-final match-ups were as follows: Patty Schnyder vs. Elena Dementieva; Tatiana Golovin vs. Nadia Petrova; Mary Pierce vs. Emilie Loit; Amelie Mauresmo vs. Dinara Safina.We got there for the end of the first match, which Schnyder won handily. It was amazing to

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Last night I was with Kim and we were talking about friendship. I don’t think I need people but, if that were really true, I wouldn’t feel so disappointed when they move off to Barcelona without a heads up. True, Voin is a kind of European gypsy but none of us expected his New Year’s vagabonding to extend to a permanent retreat.Kim, however, didn’t seem to care. She said:-I can’t be disappointed

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I shook and trembled. I nervously laughed at the immigration officer when she cautioned me about renewing my passport. I laughed at the light fixtures too. Then I went home and laughed even more at the stuck sink. Finally, sitting by myself at the cafe, waiting for the curators to show up, I laughed out loud at the feeble loveplay of a couple I was eavesdropping on. Then the curators showed up

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Last night, I took the evening off from what has been a ferocious stretch of work. My finnish ex-roommate is in town and last night he and his brother popped over. In true finnish fashion we polished off two bottles of vodka, one lemon, one can of Israeli salted cucumbers, plus our brains. At around midnight, we went for a vodka run but my two six-foot plus bodyguards didn't make it all the way

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At this moment, I'm watching the Superbowl at home. That's right. At home. I can't believe France 2 is showing the Superbowl on television, that I have to watch it by myself, minus screaming friends and other people who know the sport, listening to french commentary, and staying up to ungodly hours of the night. First of all, let me be the first to say that I find it very strange that France's

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I have a major work (as in job) assignment deadline peeking over my shoulder, and, it is in this, my darkest hour, that I have finally come to grips with the power of my own creativity. Nobody else I know could pick reading Gone With The Wind as a procrastination strategy. Perhaps is the problem with working from home. With no fixed hours, and a grudging acceptation that my best work often comes

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Nam June Paik is dead. Crap.

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Since it's now past January 30, the last official day you're allowed to wish someone Happy New Year in France, we can start contemplating the next great ritual. It's really not that early to be thinking about where you're going to be come mid-July. In fact, holiday rentals can start flying out the door even before Christmas. Will the Nardac be left wrong-footed? No! In fact, today I just

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The Jackpot this week is 183 000 000€. Have you played?And if I win, I'll give half of it away... to taxes... ok... it's really something stupid to whine about.

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The truth about BHL (pronounced BI-ATCH-elle, stands for Bernard-Henri Levy) is simple: he's simplistic, bombastic and a megalomaniac. That's why it doesn't come as any surprise when Garrison Keillor rips him and his new book, Traveling America in the Footsteps of Tocqueville, to tiny little bits. Almost anyone could find BHL's generalisations embarassing. But, I don't really understand why this

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Since summer 2004, I have been a fan of Roland Garros. I mean, I remember watching a few games on the clay court when I was younger, most notably the 1989 Chang-Lendl game, but I was never really taken with the orange court. It made for slower play, and seemed somehow more laborious, with it's prolonged baseline exchanges, than the elegant serve and volley of Wimbeldon.In that early summer of

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Amelie Mauresmo has just won her first Grand Slam in Melbourne after the retirement of Justine Henin-Hardenne. Amelie must hold some record on this... She advanced twice by Michaela Krajicek's and Kim Clijsters's retirements from injury, and now has the title with Justine's throwing in the towel. I'm not sure what Justine's injury/illness is at this moment but it must have been grave and terrible

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I'm drunk... no... really. It's been a long week and cracked open the Bordeaux a couple of hours early. Whatever. Drained, overworked... but still, there's one last hill to climb.The finals....Amelie Mauresmo and Justine Henin-HardenneAt this stage of the game, it's like playing the lottery. The special circumstances surrounded finals means that both players have to be considered as x-factors.

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La Terre Abandonnée was released in french theatres yesterday. It's by my former classmate, and Benoit's friend, Vimukthi. I saw the giant poster in the metro, as well as receiving a rather self-congratulatory email from one of the assistants as the school. I laugh at the self-congratulation, given that this same school kicked Vimukthi out in his second year for trying to do something they'd

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MARCOS BAGHDATIS has just prevailed over David Nalbandian in 5 stupendous thunderous sets. Legend! 3-6, 5-7, 6-3, 6-4, 6-4. The boy has ripped through Roddick, Ljubicic, and Nalbandian to get there, probably the hardest ride to pick to get into the finals!Jim Courier:What does it feel like to win this game?Marcos Baghdatis:"I don't know what to say, it's just amazing."How did you come back from

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I was wrong on several counts in my last prediction. Yes, I did predict three of the four winners on the women's draw, and three of the four in the men's, but I was off on many of the set predictions. There were surprises.Federer, for example, wasn't playing like Federer and Davydenko was actually, in my opinion, capable of taking the game. He played magnificently and it's a shame he caved in

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This just popped up in my mailbox from the Palais de Tokyo website:HAPPY END PARTYVendredi 27 Janvier 2006... ...... .. . . ...... .... .. ..... ...... ........ ......... ....De 20h30 à l'aube, Grande Soirée Musicale et Convivialepour fêter le départ de Nicolas Bourriaud et Jérôme Sans... ...... ... ... ..... ..... ...... .... ..... ..... . . .. ... .....free admission, all

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