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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2011 09:56:06 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Paris je t'aime</category><category>Bernard Tapie</category><category>books</category><category>rillettes</category><category>immigration</category><category>Cheverny</category><category>Les Misérables</category><category>films</category><category>random musings</category><category>art</category><category>French laws</category><category>French civil service</category><category>theatre</category><category>Jeanne d'Arc</category><category>recollections</category><category>Jean Gabin</category><category>pronunciation</category><category>English dominance</category><category>sports</category><category>smoking ban</category><category>recipes</category><category>Flyboys</category><category>accents</category><category>weddings</category><category>The Wrestler</category><category>Jean Reno</category><category>farce</category><category>linguistic confusion</category><category>stimulus</category><category>names</category><category>diy</category><category>product reviews</category><category>fellow Francophiles</category><category>Mad Men</category><category>Sesame Street</category><category>Marcel Duchamp</category><category>rants</category><category>government</category><category>work ethic</category><category>writers</category><category>chateaux</category><category>Québec</category><category>accent marks</category><category>journalistic annoyances</category><category>Ségolène Royal</category><category>bureaucracy</category><category>New Orleans</category><category>strikes</category><category>le fooding</category><category>Twitter</category><category>mispellings</category><category>Philippe Petit</category><category>Champagne</category><category>tales from France</category><category>mispronunciations</category><category>pied noir</category><category>villains</category><category>cuisine</category><category>Harry Potter</category><category>French elections</category><category>Academy Awards</category><category>Jean-Pierre Jeunet</category><category>riots</category><category>wine</category><category>horsemeat</category><category>mechanics of speaking</category><category>la voile</category><category>Marion Cotillard</category><category>Mickey Rourke</category><category>Maghrebines</category><category>heroes</category><category>David Lee Roth</category><category>childhood recollections</category><category>teaching</category><category>Pepe le Pew</category><category>birthday</category><category>Pittsburgh</category><category>culture</category><category>Pépé le Moko</category><category>David Sedaris</category><category>Oscars</category><category>how-to</category><category>confessions</category><category>fashion</category><category>Eiffel Tower</category><category>television</category><category>email annoyances</category><category>Centre Georges Pompidou</category><category>food</category><category>stupid quotes</category><category>smoking</category><category>history</category><category>scholarly annoyances</category><category>idiots</category><category>Le Cercle Rouge</category><category>health</category><category>Tours</category><title>Bouchers de la langue sacrée</title><description>The sometimes-linguistic observations of a disgruntled American francophile.</description><link>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/bouchers/EXOoN" /><feedburner:info uri="bouchers/exoon" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-5220011172873914113</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jan 2011 00:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-28T22:40:54.212-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">culture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">films</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jean-Pierre Jeunet</category><title>The Tropes of Jean-Pierre Jeunet</title><atom:summary> 
When I saw Jean-Pierre Jeunet's latest film, "Les Micmacs à tire-larigot," back in September, I had to double-check my ticket stub: I thought I'd wandered into the middle of a Jeunet retrospective.

"Micmacs"- the English-language title of the film - looks more than a little familiar. And it's not just because Jeunet has a distictive cinematographic style or that he uses the same actors </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/GE4SOeTD830/tropes-of-jean-pierre-jeunet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/TTTgOGbv5KI/AAAAAAAAAJk/hfXbyy6LN-A/s72-c/micmacs2.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/GE4SOeTD830" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2011/01/tropes-of-jean-pierre-jeunet.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-3123482833124731226</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2010 02:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-05T22:33:56.492-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">English dominance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">scholarly annoyances</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bureaucracy</category><title>The end of strikes, but the start of cuts</title><atom:summary>So, France's current spate of strikes is largely over. The country was in chaos for a few weeks (months?), but Sarko did what he had to do and made those French retirements slightly less cushy (am I the only one that prefers to shorten it to "'Kozy"? He's just so cute and little when he stands next to that Amazon wife of his.). But, I digress.

The big French news story on this side of the pond </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/eoNDJppq49M/end-of-strikes-but-start-of-cuts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/eoNDJppq49M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2010/12/end-of-strikes-but-start-of-cuts.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-5085961036346414459</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2010 15:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-18T11:05:35.184-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">strikes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">work ethic</category><title>Solidarité!</title><atom:summary>
Apologies for the absence - let's just say I've been striking in solidarity. After all, France just wouldn't be France without its inordinately young retirement age and generous pensions. As much as the cultural inertia bothers me at times, if it means keeping some quintessentially French institutions intact, I'm all for it.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/O8_IJCoxWkA/solidarite.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/TLxg3uu0UOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DKCZ8gzAmL0/s72-c/manif.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/O8_IJCoxWkA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2010/10/solidarite.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-3234191636153472098</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 19:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-23T15:53:51.246-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">product reviews</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Québec</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><title>À moi, à moi la Liberté!</title><atom:summary>
I have just found the most ambrosial yogurt on the planet. It's from Liberté, a company based in Québec. I've been running a yogurt experiment lately to try and find a brand I actually like and this one won the contest totally by accident.

I happened to look up above the Greek yogurt in the store to find, right at my eye level, the word "Méditerranée" and I was hooked. The company had me at </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/v64BRr7bnEM/moi-moi-la-liberte.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/TEnyw8vnrrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3cKIR8KrXxo/s72-c/liberte_002.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/v64BRr7bnEM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2010/07/moi-moi-la-liberte.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-5211721334558452947</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Jul 2010 04:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-18T18:49:42.051-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">culture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">films</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jean Gabin</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pépé le Moko</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stupid quotes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rants</category><title>Warmed-Up Leftovers, Anyone?</title><atom:summary>
Hollywood, can we talk about this?

Now, I know that you've been playing catch-up with the French since they invented film and all and then went on to perfect it. But there's really no need to be so pathetic in the chase. We've come a long way from the whole Pépé le Moko/Algiers thing, where you had to change the ending because of the Hayes Code.

A spokesman for Jay Roach, who is directing </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/OpUFi0VIDSo/warmed-up-leftovers-anyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/TEExMlr7qdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/H6XwUaMm_vk/s72-c/11qgyn9.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/OpUFi0VIDSo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2010/07/warmed-up-leftovers-anyone.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-8185221645205975267</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 15:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-16T12:00:30.122-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">journalistic annoyances</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">how-to</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">diy</category><title>No Embouteillage Here!</title><atom:summary>A DIY clip from France on how to open a bottle of wine without a corkscrew has been making the rounds on Facebook and other platforms lately. Pat Kiernan, a morning news anchor in New York City, posted it on his blog, Pat's Papers, and it took off like, well, a busted champagne cork.

Here's the original video, methodically demonstrated by a well-dressed Frenchman:

   

Once he posted, people </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/bkRtKoOueT8/no-embouteillage-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/bkRtKoOueT8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-embouteillage-here.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-6341326667914865755</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jul 2010 13:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-10T09:27:11.900-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">journalistic annoyances</category><title>Copy Editing FAIL</title><atom:summary>The person at the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette who is copy editing headlines and the one who's editing article copy don't seem to be communicating too well today.



I'm not sure what's going on here, but all I know is that, for once, it's not the writer's fault. The same mistake appears not only in the headline, but also in the image caption and in the RSS feed.

All I have to say is, "tsk tsk."</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/Zv4Ha9cnVIY/copy-editing-fail.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/TDh00fvGBVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/T8_OZObJKZc/s72-c/eiffles+tower5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/Zv4Ha9cnVIY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2010/07/copy-editing-fail.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-331706783773715701</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jul 2010 04:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-10T09:47:54.161-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">films</category><title>Despicable Me - Moi, moche et méchant</title><atom:summary>
Despicable Me is one of the few movies I've ever described as "cute" in  my entire life. 

Because that's what it is; it's adorable. It's  the kind of movie that makes you laugh until you're suddenly tearing up  and cooing at the screen.

However, my initial impression was less  favorable. I had seen a scant preview prior to another film and it came  across as yet another gimmicky </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/duyq-bDGcjc/despicable-me-moi-moche-et-mechant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/TDf0-opCOYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/u-GUIrWgMm0/s72-c/despicable+me4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/duyq-bDGcjc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2010/07/despicable-me-moi-moche-et-mechant.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-2968222679092471825</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 13:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-02T09:42:52.877-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">culture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">journalistic annoyances</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">le fooding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cuisine</category><title>The French Food "Crisis": Downgraded From Red to Orange</title><atom:summary>
Adam Gopnik had an interesting article in The New Yorker recently.

It was yet another omen of the cataclysm in French cooking that has now been foretold so many times that it's no wonder Nostradamus was French.

Gopnik's focus was on a French culinary movement called "Le Fooding." The words, it is explained, are supposed to be an amalgamation of "food" and "feeling" but instead give the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/4LiY4gbtRhw/french-food-crisis-downgraded-from-red.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/TAZewHrErqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6wbaQzbA2VY/s72-c/lefooding.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/4LiY4gbtRhw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2010/06/french-food-crisis-downgraded-from-red.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-1975150582374706768</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 May 2010 16:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-02T13:02:25.972-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">culture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fellow Francophiles</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recipes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cuisine</category><title>Review: Lunch in Paris: A Love Story, with Recipes</title><atom:summary>
I'm enjoying this book, in spite of myself. 

I mean no disrespect to Elizabeth Bard with that remark; it's just that Francophile nonfiction written for an American audience tends to come in two flavors: 'look-at-the-fabulous-sophisticated-life-I-lead' and 'you-fat-stupid-American-why-can't-you-stop-gaining-weight-or-learn-the-language'.

Luckily, Elizabeth Bard's book is neither of those. It's </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/On6jXmpqDJg/review-lunch-in-paris-love-story-with.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/S92tduL4mkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BSyqTCwF0_Y/s72-c/9780316042796_154X233.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/On6jXmpqDJg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2010/05/review-lunch-in-paris-love-story-with.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-8491478330713304784</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Apr 2010 01:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-22T22:32:30.534-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fashion</category><title>The Thinking Francophile's Tshirts</title><atom:summary>
Literary Rags, an awesome company that produces apparel for bibliophiles, is currently boasting quite a library of French authors.

Of course, I'll be getting myself a Victor Hugo, but the selection spans novels, poetry, philosophy and fantasy: Proust, Rimbaud, Voltaire, Descartes, Saint-Exupéry and, somewhat depressingly, Sartre (he's also April's Shirt of the Month and is enjoying quite the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/DbVkSYfpCYw/thinking-francophiles-tshirts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/S9D0QjvrWxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/A0fj7Wd3BEQ/s72-c/hugo3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/DbVkSYfpCYw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2010/04/thinking-francophiles-tshirts.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-8990302599964078481</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 03:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-22T22:38:59.521-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">villains</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">culture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">farce</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">heroes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><title>Bric à brac</title><atom:summary>
Frenchy flotsam of the moment:

The Times of London has a nifty slide show on 7 ways  to wear a breton shirt.  I still think I wouldn't look good in horizontal stripes. See, if you're cubist, you can get away with that. 
In a scene straight out of classic French farce, a group of robbers tried to tunnel into a Paris bank on Easter Sunday.  They didn't succeed, but they sure did garner the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/uoq3KabXc58/bric-brac.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/S8PP1mR7j8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qSEn75CedH4/s72-c/doisneau_picasso.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/uoq3KabXc58" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2010/04/bric-brac.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-7169876115281985575</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2010 19:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-08T15:05:43.701-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">linguistic confusion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">government</category><title>A Rapper Defends Proper Speech</title><atom:summary>
In reading about the French government's Francomot competition this week, I came across this gem:

"On the jury were a dozen French personalities including the rapper MC  Solaar (praised as “a dextrous handler of words” by Joyandet)." 

The Francomot competition is about preserving French as a homogeneous language and resisting the intrusion of words from other languages, primarily English.  Why</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/ynpUsnzJWgQ/rapper-defends-proper-speech.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/S74oJhlQzJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ngfgYL5ViBE/s72-c/elnix.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/ynpUsnzJWgQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2010/04/rapper-defends-proper-speech.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-392664670889965167</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2010 16:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-01T12:38:31.069-04:00</atom:updated><title>Poisson d'avril</title><atom:summary>Happy April Fool's Day!  Do yourself a favor: check the back of your shirt before you go out in public today.

</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/yZXMxoEj4z0/poisson-davril.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/S7TL5Ri8AMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/G-AAuWu30l8/s72-c/poisson_avril02_clr.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/yZXMxoEj4z0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2010/04/poisson-davril.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-322833817053282686</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jan 2010 02:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-17T21:46:20.214-05:00</atom:updated><title>Why, yes, I would!  Thanks!</title><atom:summary>Even Facebook has figured out that I'm a francophile...this is what awaited me when I logged in over the weekend:




Not only did they figure out that I sometimes type in French, but I type in "French French", not Canadian French or Belgian French.  Some pretty smart folks, they are!  I think I will take them up on their offer and poke around a bit and see how things translate.  (Yes, this is </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/wsR5BTTdxXI/why-yes-i-would-thanks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/S1PKktzHHrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XJVujq5E7PI/s72-c/facebook.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/wsR5BTTdxXI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-yes-i-would-thanks.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-8992645711734876796</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 04:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-22T22:38:22.719-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">culture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">films</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tours</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rillettes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jeanne d'Arc</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">confessions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Twitter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Champagne</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cuisine</category><title>Random Thoughts</title><atom:summary>
Some random Frenchy-type thoughts that are floating around my brain:

What is it about putting a francophone wrestler into an English-language movie that gives it that automatic air of adventure?  The Princess Bride and Sherlock Holmes just wouldn't be the same without "a Leviathan Frenchman with fists like Bayonne hams" (thank you, Wendy Ide, for quite possibly the best quote in a movie review </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/kHX2VZadbPI/random-thoughts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/S0Vra171NXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cLEW1wHEW8Q/s72-c/10-23-2009_014.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/kHX2VZadbPI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-thoughts.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-208751750107363462</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 02:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-07T22:25:09.747-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">books</category><title>La morte de la librarie</title><atom:summary>The New York Times' Arts Beat blog reported a few days ago on the demise of a popular French-language bookshop in Rockefeller Center, the Librarie de France.  The shop will close September 30.Not being much of a fan of New York City, I've never stayed long enough to find gems such as this one, and I'm sorry to hear of its closing.  It's a sad trajectory for independent businesses as it is without</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/xGZeDXW-ib0/la-morte-de-la-librarie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/SqXAD9v6YII/AAAAAAAAADE/M0CszdIWWOc/s72-c/Victor_Hugo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/xGZeDXW-ib0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-morte-de-la-librarie.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-4304029627798105159</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 23:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-27T16:46:46.646-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mad Men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">television</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recipes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><title>Ode to Lutèce</title><atom:summary>My favorite current show, Mad Men, had its season three premiere last Sunday and the hubby and I hosted a party for our friends to come watch it.I'd spent a good week watching every episode of season two on blu-ray and exploring the set's special features, one of which is a delightful clip of the great André Soltner, chef and later owner of the much-vaunted restaurant, Lutèce, creating his famous</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/EsNyCA_bS4Y/ode-to-lutece.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/SpRwK0pepVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HqzEuNEHcyk/s72-c/08-16-2009_009.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/EsNyCA_bS4Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2009/08/ode-to-lutece.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-538838027055173924</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-03T22:45:04.143-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">culture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">journalistic annoyances</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cuisine</category><title>Au Revoir to All That</title><atom:summary>
I just finished reading Michael Steinberger's recent book, Au Revoir to All That: Food, Wine and the End of France. The title caused me to initally think that this book had been written by a critic from the food industry who hated France. However, I was pleasantly surprised to find that Steinberger is actually a Francophile and was honestly trying to investigate the so-called "crisis" in French </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/r69dsVfFrKI/au-revoir-to-all-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/Snj-PWfEbaI/AAAAAAAAACc/J5sYHjuA2nk/s72-c/51vrBoP5PLL._SS500_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/r69dsVfFrKI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2009/08/au-revoir-to-all-that.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-268713898287879611</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 02:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-16T22:48:05.094-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tales from France</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">confessions</category><title>La Transformation</title><atom:summary>When I read about ModCloth's Terrific Transformations Contest, I inevitably thought about the months I spent in France.  Now that it's been over five years since I returned from my extended stay in 2004, I've had the time to really reflect on what I learned during that time and how it changed me forever.I think the main trait that my stay in Touraine changed about me was my level of maturity.  </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/CiEapAp7D1g/la-transformation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/CiEapAp7D1g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-transformation.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-7254046054843868184</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 00:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-07T22:06:52.200-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chateaux</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">culture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">government</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stimulus</category><title>A Tangible Stimulus</title><atom:summary>The New York Times reported yesterday on France's stimulus package.  I have to admit that it sounds much more appealing than ours does currently - a big flashy project like the Château de Fontainebleau makes for much better publicity than our slow roll out of funds. Sometimes I daydream about what it would be like to live in a country in which the arts are so highly valued.I don't mean to say </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/XHyxymvuS7Q/tangible-stimulus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/SlPyJEGo9kI/AAAAAAAAACU/srWmX65bDJY/s72-c/1412399973_c0def9e89b_o.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/XHyxymvuS7Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2009/07/tangible-stimulus.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-8150783122808309033</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Apr 2009 04:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-15T00:24:37.169-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">art</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">scholarly annoyances</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mispronunciations</category><title>The Trouble With Art Historians</title><atom:summary>I've nothing against art historians in general - after all, I'm one myself - but there's a recurring problem I've found with certain of these scholars: they also think they're linguists.Many folks assume that because art historians spend their time studying minute details of an artist's life and work, that they are also the foremost authority on the pronunciation of said artist's name.  Not all </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/uXEMD5nmL5I/trouble-with-art-historians.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/SeVg0_g4NwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uYaNbeAXh4Q/s72-c/Jean-Fran%C3%A7ois_Millet_Angelus.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/uXEMD5nmL5I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2009/04/trouble-with-art-historians.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-6486630074078956923</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 01:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-24T23:54:59.129-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Oscars</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Philippe Petit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Academy Awards</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mickey Rourke</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marion Cotillard</category><title>Oscar Night à la française</title><atom:summary>It turned out to be a fabulous Oscar night for the French, despite Mickey Rourke's lack of awards.  Marion Cotillard was a presenter; Jerry Lewis was honored by the Academy for his humanitarian work; Yves Saint Laurent and Christian Dior made their requisite appearances on the stars.But the Frenchman who stole the evening had to be Philippe Petit with his Oscar-balancing act.  He gave the best </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/OB7wQDt-Crw/it-turned-out-to-be-fabulous-oscar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/SaNQnnFdMbI/AAAAAAAAABk/bl7Doxf1rR8/s72-c/27059378.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/OB7wQDt-Crw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-turned-out-to-be-fabulous-oscar.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-7182651891246137413</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 02:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-10T20:51:02.987-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Wrestler</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">films</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mickey Rourke</category><title>Le retour de Mickey Rourke</title><atom:summary>I finally saw The Wrestler this past weekend.  In a word, it is AMAZING.  Though I've never been familiar with lead actor Mickey Rourke's career and have never gotten closer to professional wrestling than watching Slim Jim commercials in the early 90s, I am fascinated by this film.There's absolutely nothing French about The Wrestler - it's a truly American film in every sense: plot (washed-up </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/jRBDuPCMUq4/le-retour-de-mickey-rourke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/SZDyN0x5Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/YmSBdOTzBVI/s72-c/2008_the_wrestler_006.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/jRBDuPCMUq4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2009/02/le-retour-de-mickey-rourke.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12825506.post-4338655133505871702</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Feb 2009 02:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-05T22:20:59.289-05:00</atom:updated><title>Encore une fois</title><atom:summary>"How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you - you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences - like rags and shreds of your very life."  ~Katherine MansfieldI'm back after a very long hiatus.I made this blog private two years ago because I had reason to believe it was being used to "spy" on me,* but I've revived it mainly due to the hole in my </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~3/F6GqIZD5CS0/encore-une-fois.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mme.G)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPM_PqolikM/SYurvOil1VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2u6dxjBEbMU/s72-c/azay02.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bouchers/EXOoN/~4/F6GqIZD5CS0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://butcheredfrench.blogspot.com/2009/02/encore-une-fois.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

