I know, I know its been a long time.
I’m not really sure why I stopped posting. Perhaps a part of it was that I felt like I’ve lost my muse. Not to say I’ve found it again, but perhaps I can make do without.
Just as a brief update, I’ve finished my teaching contract and now occupy myself with my various tutorings and online gigs and reading and writing. Between that and enjoying the outdoors, I find my time is well taken.
I saw Woody Allen’s new movie “Midnight in Paris” the other day, and although I wasn’t sure how I felt about the movie, it’s one that stayed with me. The movie is sort of all over the place – not in plot but in worth. Sometimes the movie is laugh out loud funny, and I quite like the overlying concept of the movie. But, there are other parts that made me angry at its ridiculousness. I won’t spoil it (especially because I don’t think its come out in the States yet), but lets just say that the character meets a really famous American author. This author lived in Paris back in the day, and he’s a total ass and a drunk. But, you can’t not adore him. This character was, in my opinion, so poorly depicted that it made me fidget in my seat I was so mad.
But, the part that stayed with me was this overarching concept of Paris. What Paris is, how we as Americans (and perhaps all étrangers) see Paris. We come here with, as the French would say, moons in our eyes. We can’t see Paris for what she really is, rather with an aura or glow. The b&@* at the boulangerie can dim this glow, but its easily regenerated by a midnight walk around Paris. I’ve said it before: there’s just something to this city.
I’m planning on going back to the States on June 16th – and I’m definitely feeling like time is dwindling fast. On one hand, I’m really ready to go back and be home – albeit for only 6 days. On the other hand, I’m leaving Paris.