Preconceptions

This is a rare moment of self exposure for some of us. I am unaware as to how often you read or write in blogs, but in my adult life, I have been limited mainly to the chairs in the audience. I have become rather cynical of the internet in recent times, and am attempting to ignore this hypocritical gesture on my part.  That said… Here is my piece of internet real estate. I suppose you could say I’m renting. For free.Currently I’m learning French. I just started tonight, and it feels good to be finally doing it. It’s been on my list of things to do before I die for sometime. I’m already practically fluent… Bonjour! Ca va? Je suis fatigue. Merci. Oui. There you see? A French man, no? I’ll keep you informed on my progress. Today was a cold day in Boston. It started with coffee and pumpkin bread while I watched “A Hard Day’s Night.” The temperature rose a bit from 38 to 45 and as numbers escalated, so did I to beef stew, Spanish olives, and English breakfast tea. As the traditional apathy and bitterness of winter approaches, it’s good to look up to our European friends and see how they cope with things like Mistral winds that sweep across the continent from Siberia bringing temperatures down to below zero. The solution: Eat, eat, eat!  Besides this new found tactic to battle the cold, today brought a conversation with one of my good friends regarding the inability to understand an ex-girlfriend’s recent, and all too clingy, actions. Furthermore, I’ve done a lot of thinking in regards to relationships, and some minor things I’m currently mixed up in, but more on that later. Right now I’m going to go read A Year In Provence by Peter Mayle.  Of course, I wish you well, and stay warm.