life is terribly, entirely exciting. half of those words I got from the sidewalk by my apartment. but I haven't even told you, imaginary blogworld, about my new house, so this is difficult. here's what I'm going to do. I'm not going to edit pictures, because I really don't have the time to be doing even this and photoshop will suck my life away, but I'm going to rain down a smattering of photos from the past, what, two months? just a sampling, so then later I can procrastinate more intelligently with posts about the elections and my deepening thoughts about immigration and integration. or possibly just ennumerate the vastness of crazy fucking people I encounter day by day now that the heat is on in the city.
but here, first, a pictoral timeline:

I come back from Madrid. then, weeks later, I remember to take my camera with me one day.
here is dearest Abby turning nineteen, and being quite cute while she's at it:


then luckily, the next day I still had my camera in my bag when Tristan and I walked out of his building and into the Chinese New Year parade.
here is a dragon putting the moves on a motorcycle:


later that day came another photograph worth throwing off my already uneven timeline. children should definitely not see this, which is inconvenient since it's on full display by the Seine.
here is the strangest:


a couple days later Jason Webley came to Paris! twice! the second time he played his accordion with Tristan's head and he treasured the scarring.
here is Jason Webley in another nearly unlit room:


sometime after that everything changed. I found an amazing appartment in Montmartre, my parents came for a fantastic visit, spring came to stay for longer still, and I didn't take any pictures of anything (but I have been painting!).
here is where I live now:


later still came St Patrick's Day, which I celebrated by a trip to hear early music at the medevial museum and later by getting very drunk.
here is something in between:


christ, I don't know, this is getting to be a bit much. anyway, some days later into spring Paris was doing something fantastic and I noticed it.
here is the line where natural meets man-made beauty:


that same night I suddenly had friends, which was cool. all the way to the right is french whasshisname who intended to vote Sarkozy, to the left is lovely big-haired Coline I only met the once but who miraculously studied anthropology, then are adorable Miko with a guru great grandfather and in the polka dots is Gurutze, one of the coolest ever.
here is a sushi dinner:

after this come visits by Peter and Jake; vacations and more vacations; good things and so many good things--but all producing altogether to many photos to start in on right now. tomorrow and tomorrow!