bites

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friday was the scene of something spectacular. bevin turned 21, and scared iván away with her girls' night party (we went to 2 bars and everyone got home safely [mostly] by noctilien).

i saw some dolce&gabbana pocahantas couture, and my oberlin pc-ass was offended. i immediately thought of the fact that they were profiting from the objectification of a culture, but then...so did disney.

i have a rather shadowy dark photo of the two phallic symbols of paris (concorde, eiffel).

donatoni was baaaddddd. not enough rhythmic integrity. i am constantly tempted to spell rhythm "rythme" because that's how the french do it.

after jolivet's "chant de linos" what was on the menu? boulez's sonatine for flute and piano. i haven't played it (yet) but i saw cantin do it at palais garnier with pierre-yves artaud. is that his name? the pianist, whatever his name is, the famous one that recorded with susan graham.

my mom lost her purse in the park by cité universitaire the day of iván's concert. i went to the concert, they went to the police and to the hotel to cancel credit cards and put a hold on their bank account...and then iván went back and recovered it from the security people at the park. my hero. 100,000 points. drink (café au lait for us, limonade for my mother, beer for my dad), dinner (pasta for the ladies, red meat for the men) with chilled (blech) red wine, ice cream at that gelato place in odéon (yummm, i had chocolate and mint that looked like a flower, but iván's was prettier and bigger), and then resting on a bench by l'institut de monde arabe.