Friday Links 11/17

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I woke up too early for no reason so here’s a links post, on time for once!

Sorry for using up all of your free NYT articles!

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All the Music I Downloaded Yesterday

Really, there’s no pattern. Come see:

  • Ashes to Ashes, David Bowie: “Ashes to ashes, funk to funky, we know Major Tom’s a junky.”
  • Harvest Moon, Neil Young
  • Ghost Riders in the Sky, Johnny Cash
  • The Chain, Fleetwood Mac
  • Witchy Woman, The Eagles
  • Castle in the Sky, The Avener & Kadebostany
  • 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover, Paul Simon
  • Une Femme, Albin de la Simone
  • Let it Be, The Beatles

Reading, Listening, Watching

What’s happening with me right now?

  • Reading (book): I’m two days and two chapters into Shirley by Charlotte Bronte. I’ve missed reading over the last month. We’ll see how long it lasts.
  • Reading (poetry): Weirdly obsessed with Wordsworth’s Intimations of Immortality right now.
  • Watching: I have to admit that I’ve been watching Game of Thrones to tranquilize my brain. I just finished season one.
  • Listening: I’ve been playing Aicha by Cheb Khaled pretty much every day on the way to school.
  • Eating: For breakfast, the pudding-like French soy yogurt in either pistachio or hazelnut-almond flavors, bread with doing jam, and fruit. For lunch, pesto, vegetables, and couscous. For dinner, vegetables and some protein type thing. Or my squash tofu curry.

Homesickness in Five Senses

Much as I’m loving living in France, there are some things that just aren’t the same and that give me a little ache when I think about them. This variety of homesickness is a lot less all-encompassing than the kind I had to deal with when I turned up at Yale four years ago (couldn’t tell you why), but for whatever reason this transition has felt much easier.

I do of course have thoughts about why, but that’s a topic for another day.
In the meantime, I’ve been finding it interesting to consider what it is I miss most about home (not necessarily America, but my own life there) and how there are some senses that are missing America more than others. Oddly, I feel like what I’m missing most are specific sounds, more than sights or smells or even tastes (though taste is a close second).

Sights:

  • Autumn color. Take it from an entitled North East girl who has spent all of her autumns surrounded by yellows and golds and oranges and reds. You definitely miss it. Leaves turn yellow and brown here- which is quite pretty- and you get the snow-like leaf shedding in the wind that I love so much, but the wonderland created by the other colors is just missing. Sighing for maples.
  • Giant supermarkets. Don’t get me wrong. I’ll choose France’s small stores and open air markets over a Costco or Stop&Shop any day, but there is something oddly compelling (and reassuring) about that almost inappropriate abundance.

Sounds:

  • Canada geese
  • Sirens. The sirens here sound different and much more musical. I miss our sinister alarms.
  • Blasting reggaeton. There are not enough people blasting reggaeton from car windows here. Though mercifully there are more than none.
  • English. Hearing people speaking your own language as you walk around. You don’t realize how subconsciously comforting it is until everyone around you is speaking French.

Textures:

  • There isn’t anything tactile at home that I can’t as easily palpate in Versailles, except maybe my bed. It’s very easy to miss your bed.

Smells:

  • Not anything really. The thing about perfume school is that your nose gets plenty of exercise and novelty.

Tastes:

  • Good lord home-cooked food. I miss it so much. I am cooking for myself here, but not any of the larger and more time-consuming recipes I would undertake at home. Partly because I’m sharing a kitchen with a host family. Partly because vegan ingredients are harder to find in these parts. Like the French don’t do vegan cheese. Why would they? Their cheese is a national treasure.  But Dad’s pizza? My banana bread? Chickpea cutlets? Cornbread? So many foods.

And of course I didn’t list anything relating to the people and animals I miss. Beings are amalgamations of so many senses. The feeling of a hug or of soft cat fur. Every person and animal’s individual smell and the sound of their voice…

Friday Links 10/13

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I have a lot of links and not a lot of time to think about more interesting and profound posts. So here’s what’s happening on my laptop!

Much love!

All the Music I’ve Recently Downloaded

Pre-France:

  • Use Me- Bill Withers
  • Little Lies- Fleetwood Mac
  • Tusk- Fleetwood Mac
  • Time of the Season- The Zombies
  • She’s Not There- The Zombies
  • These Days- Nico
  • Suzanne- Francoise Hardy
  • Sunny Afternoon- The Kinks
  • Someone to Watch Over Me- Ella Fitzgerald
  • Moonage Daydream- David Bowie
  • Oh! You Pretty Things- David Bowie
  • Lust for Life- Lana del Rey
  • Misirlou- Agent Orange
  • Pipeline- Agent Orange
  • Pipeline- The Ventures
  • Misirlou- Dick Dale: All the surf music, both hard rock and otherwise.
  • Le Rempart- Vanessa Paradis
  • Lay, Lady, Lay- Bob Dylan
  • Jolene- Dolly Parton
  • The Fire- Bishop Briggs
  • Blue Denim- Stevie Nicks
  • Ain’t No Sunshine- Nancy Sinatra
  • Da Ya Think I’m Sexy (ft. DNCE)- Rod Stewart
  • Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In- Fifth Dimension
  • Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds- The Beatles
  • Les Etoiles- Melody Gardot
  • Heaven Is In The Backseat of My Cadillac- Hot Chocolate: Found via a cadillac commercial.
  • Heart of Gold- Neil Young
  • Aicha- Cheb Khaled
  • River- Ibeyi
  • The State of Massachusetts- The Dropkick Murphys

Post-France:

  • Unforgettable- French Montana
  • Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)- Big & Rich: Despite not having seen it I’ve been influenced by Kingsman’s soundtrack.
  • Saturdays=Celebration- Big KRIT

Last Friday in America: 9/8

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Fuck, that’s scary.

Lots of links, though! Continue reading “Last Friday in America: 9/8”