How Lucky We Are

One day we’ll get outta this shitty apartment
One day is all it takes for things to turn around now
All I know is I got you and you got me, babe

And when that morning comes
I’ll make coffee and you’ll read the paper
We’ll talk about our plans
And I’ll keep saying how lucky we are

One day we’ll get in the car and drive anywhere we wanna go
And then we’ll stay in a five star, mini-bar, luxury hotel room
Cuz all I know is I got you and you got me, babe

And when that morning comes
I’ll make coffee and you’ll read the paper
We’ll talk about our plans
And I’ll keep saying how lucky we are

How lucky we are, oh oh oh
How lucky we are, oh oh oh
How lucky we are, oh oh oh
How lucky we are, are, are…

One day we’ll turn on the tv and we won’t see nothing ’bout war…

And when that morning comes
I’ll make coffee and you’ll read the paper
We’ll talk about our plans
And I’ll keep saying how lucky we are

How lucky, how lucky we are
Oh how lucky, how lucky, how lucky we are
Oh how lucky, how lucky, how lucky we are
Oh how lucky, how lucky, how lucky we are

—Meiko

Everytime I’m listening to her on Itunes I think back to last july; to Livvy; to a damn lot of things. Afternoon light on the ceiling of my apartment, late afternoon summer blue sky, the pine tree that I see through my window…

The day we spent together not doing a lot of things.

Sunbathing.

Waiting.

Wandering in downtown Rouen.

Holding each other.

Days that ended too quickly but began slowly.

Waking up at 10AM and getting up at 1PM.

I love Meiko’s songs.

12

”Colors blind the eye.
Sounds deafen the ear.
Flavors numb the taste.
Thoughts weaken the mind.
Desires wither the heart. The Master observes the world
but trusts his inner vision.
He allows things to come and go.
His heart is open as the sky.”

I thought I’d give you a little glimpse of the Tao Te Ching. This one’s my favorite thing-that-has-a-number part of the book. It’s a very small book but I didn’t take the time (nor had it anyway) to read it entirely. I’m procrastinating on my blog instead of working on my essay ’bout Shakespeare.

Take some time.

So I’ve explored some new techniques of edition for color pictures. It’s about time, I know, and I feel that I really needed it; but above all I had to realize that my color shots were too gray. Now that it’s done, I’m starting having a little fun with them. See below for more details.

I’m having fun. I’m planning on taking more pictures of her soon, so be prepared.

Oh, and she’d kill me if she finds out that the 1st two pictures are here, but since it’s a confidential blog with confidential traffic, I’m confident enough to tell you I’ll post more pictures.

hope you’re all good guys.

P.S. A big holla for my homey Erwan; he knows why.

Busy as one can be

Ouais, plutôt occupé ouais, et ce jusqu’à décembre; c’est dire!

Je n’ai rien de nouveau à dire, puisqu’hormi la routine, rien ne se passe vraiment.

Horreur, me criez-vous?

Eh non, malheureux, la routine ne m’aime pas tant que ça, et ce que j’appelle routinier ne l’était pas ces derniers temps. Néanmoins, je n’ai rien à dire car, hormi le fait d’être malade jusqu’à mercredi, je n’ai pas grand chose à dire.

Je suis resté 2 jours chez Livvy, 2 jours qui sont passés trop vite, malheureusement.

De même, j’ai l’impression de ne plus prendre de photos, et cela m’attriste un peu, bien que j’ai quelques projets photographiques qui mériteraient d’être menés à bien, mais pour cela, il me faudrait du temps, et ça…

Peut-être quelques photos dimanche soir, si j’ai le temps de faire quelques clichés de ma récente acquisition, à savoir une lampe en sel d’himalaya du plus bel effet.

Mais pour ça…

you got it.

cya round guys;

sya’s busy.

Hige sceal þe heardra…

“Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre,
mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað”

Beowulf

“Heart shall be bolder, harder be purpose,
more proud the spirit as our power lessens”

J.R.R. Tolkien translation.