spring cleaning

my inner mjane is telling me that it's coming close to that time to move on to the next big project. maybe not as gigantic as moving to france - assimilating, working, tolerating, frenching and all that other shit. but who knows, i might surprise myself and my dream of having the same physical stamina as i did when i was 16 will come true. actually, it wouldn't be that surprising.

in any case, aside from the occassional "eh" and "umm" i insert in my sentences while speaking french, i've triumphed over all the challenges i had set for myself when i landed in france, hungover and sedated (effect of feeling trauma, shock, sadness and euro-vacation-like excitement all at the same time) in '04. so it's time for a new set of challenges that i want nothing more than to conquer.

one recurring question comes to mind in regards to new goals and new projects: what do i want to do now? it could be anything, really. it's just a matter of which one of these anythings will turn into that something just for me.

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bastien is in town this week. the first day he came by 4wheels he showed up wearing a fedora, a flip t-shirt under a pinstriped blazer, his signature jeans, and signature shoes with a fender guitar strapped to his back. all the kids are starstruck. yesterday, one kid looked like he was going to suffocate if he didn't get to shake bastien's hand. no worries, he did.

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not to sound like a blog or anything, but i am seriously feeling the vibe and style behind married to the mob. so refreshing. seriously. read this. and this.