tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116974032009-05-25T05:32:20.492-07:00c'est chicmy occasional musings on life, love, art, perfume ... what else is there?mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.comBlogger814125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-67965619858437861402008-08-23T07:55:00.000-07:002008-08-23T07:56:22.718-07:00On Vacation from Blogging<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">As if you couldn't tell.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-6796561985843786140?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-9631226585116903482008-08-12T18:57:00.000-07:002008-08-23T07:54:53.732-07:00A Special Post for Doug<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-963122658511690348?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-60714404055535390922008-08-10T18:19:00.001-07:002008-08-10T18:22:10.228-07:00I Dream of Truro<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SJ-TughgchI/AAAAAAAAAak/iNpiQGTDy88/s1600-h/Truro+Robert+Spencer+NYT.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233063719241544210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SJ-TughgchI/AAAAAAAAAak/iNpiQGTDy88/s320/Truro+Robert+Spencer+NYT.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>photo of Truro, Cape Cod by Robert Spencer for NYT</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-6071440405553539092?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-72945505819749390272008-08-02T10:34:00.001-07:002008-08-02T10:40:00.694-07:00Traffic Circle Still Life<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SJSbLotYxOI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/OsDWyZKkG44/s1600-h/jim+8-2-08+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229975691492639970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SJSbLotYxOI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/OsDWyZKkG44/s400/jim+8-2-08+001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SJSbL3j4HMI/AAAAAAAAAaE/h-siKL5W4ls/s1600-h/jim+8-2-08+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229975695479282882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SJSbL3j4HMI/AAAAAAAAAaE/h-siKL5W4ls/s400/jim+8-2-08+002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SJSbMUzqXMI/AAAAAAAAAaM/7tCUDUT76KA/s1600-h/jim+8-2-08+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229975703330118850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SJSbMUzqXMI/AAAAAAAAAaM/7tCUDUT76KA/s400/jim+8-2-08+003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SJSbM6wtCjI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fshP9wTfhZc/s1600-h/jim+8-2-08+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229975713518258738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SJSbM6wtCjI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fshP9wTfhZc/s400/jim+8-2-08+004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SJSbNTiE7VI/AAAAAAAAAac/RDKHbt_ej1U/s1600-h/jim+8-2-08+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229975720167796050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SJSbNTiE7VI/AAAAAAAAAac/RDKHbt_ej1U/s400/jim+8-2-08+005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">all photos courtesy of Jim, who found the "art" on a walk with Bucky in our neighborhood</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-7294550581974939027?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-76739543252313694792008-08-01T07:55:00.000-07:002008-08-01T07:57:43.066-07:00Rabbit, Rabbit!<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SJMkG2HXBQI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/LfpP5VCCn3c/s1600-h/rabbit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229563292331476226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SJMkG2HXBQI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/LfpP5VCCn3c/s400/rabbit.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-7673954325231369479?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-42505899587248172822008-07-29T17:57:00.000-07:002008-07-29T19:53:30.401-07:00Green Fairy<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SI-8zNAXg9I/AAAAAAAAAZM/Euhml1fus-8/s1600-h/green+fairy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228605280250987474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SI-8zNAXg9I/AAAAAAAAAZM/Euhml1fus-8/s400/green+fairy.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Absinthe. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">With that mythic quality, I want to taste it. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">And now there's a Pacific Northwest vintage: <em>Pacifique</em>.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">We're so cool.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-4250589958724817282?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-82034855904881423282008-07-28T09:51:00.000-07:002008-07-28T09:54:09.087-07:00All I Know I Learn From Google<p><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SI35heMePuI/AAAAAAAAAY8/scyhgocUvGc/s1600-h/beatrix.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228109095883390690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SI35heMePuI/AAAAAAAAAY8/scyhgocUvGc/s400/beatrix.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SI35heMePuI/AAAAAAAAAY8/scyhgocUvGc/s1600-h/beatrix.jpg"></a> </p><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Today is Beatrix Potter's birthday. <p><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SI35heMePuI/AAAAAAAAAY8/scyhgocUvGc/s1600-h/beatrix.jpg"></a> </p><p><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SI35heMePuI/AAAAAAAAAY8/scyhgocUvGc/s1600-h/beatrix.jpg"></a> </p></span></div><br /><p> </p><p><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SI35heMePuI/AAAAAAAAAY8/scyhgocUvGc/s1600-h/beatrix.jpg"></a> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-8203485590488142328?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-41581395057323194742008-07-24T16:59:00.000-07:002008-07-24T17:14:58.133-07:00Always Look On The Bright Side of Life ..<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SIkZSfYb4WI/AAAAAAAAAY0/TeWsImj8_D8/s1600-h/killer+rabbit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226736647992500578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SIkZSfYb4WI/AAAAAAAAAY0/TeWsImj8_D8/s400/killer+rabbit.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Some things in life are bad</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">They can really make you mad</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Other things just make you swear and curse.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">When you're chewing on life's gristle</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Don't grumble, give a whistle</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">And this'll help things turn out for the best...<br />And...always look on the bright side of life... Always look on the light side of life...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">If life seems jolly rotten</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">There's something you've forgotten</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">When you're feeling in the dumps</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Don't be silly chumps</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">And...always look on the bright side of life... Always look on the light side of life...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">For life is quite absurd</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">And death's the final word</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">You must always face the curtain with a bow.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">So always look on the bright side of death</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Just before you draw your terminal breath</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Life's a piece of shit</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">When you look at it</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">You'll see it's all a show</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Keep 'em laughing as you go</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Just remember that the last laugh is on you.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">And always look on the bright side of life...Always look on the right side of life... (Come on guys, cheer up!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Always look on the bright side of life...Always look on the bright side of life...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">(Worse things happen at sea, you know.)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Always look on the bright side of life...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">(I mean - what have you got to lose?)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">(You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">What have you lost? Nothing!)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Always look on the bright side of life...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">from the Monty Python musical, <em>Not the Messiah (He's A Naughty Boy)</em></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Today's fragrance? <em> Hermes Osmanthe Yunnan ... a lemon iced tea scent for summer.</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-4158139505732319474?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-69842125398569044082008-07-16T10:13:00.000-07:002008-07-16T10:14:38.414-07:00Can You Color Inside The Lines?<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SH4sdt2jbUI/AAAAAAAAAYs/eD9x4CN4RAM/s1600-h/girl+in+front+of+a+mirror.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223661506832592194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SH4sdt2jbUI/AAAAAAAAAYs/eD9x4CN4RAM/s400/girl+in+front+of+a+mirror.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-6984212539856904408?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-19512422412841429382008-07-12T13:25:00.000-07:002008-07-12T13:27:48.795-07:00Bastille Day<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SHkTuXtla6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/jznWfL5VJUo/s1600-h/french+revolution.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222226930272922530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SHkTuXtla6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/jznWfL5VJUo/s400/french+revolution.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Here's to the overthrow of all tyrannical despots ... peacefully, of course, and with due process. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-1951242241284142938?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-88356959105407369972008-07-04T18:32:00.000-07:002008-07-04T18:35:02.214-07:00Independence Day 2008<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">"Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness..."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-8835695910540736997?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-6559691119638651062008-07-01T06:21:00.000-07:002008-07-01T06:26:44.116-07:00Rabbit, Rabbit<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SGowiVe_6BI/AAAAAAAAAYM/n2MZWpEMie8/s1600-h/july+rabbit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218036484702988306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SGowiVe_6BI/AAAAAAAAAYM/n2MZWpEMie8/s400/july+rabbit.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-655969111963865106?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-20399678784102672602008-06-29T09:26:00.000-07:002008-06-29T09:48:57.419-07:00Top Five Motivators<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">1. Fear</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">2. Guilt</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">3. Anger</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">4. Resentment</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">5. Love</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Today's fragrance: Tom Ford Azurée Soleil eau fraiche</span></em> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-2039967878410267260?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-43336069855395142602008-06-23T18:43:00.000-07:002008-06-28T21:37:12.358-07:00Peonies and Heritage Roses<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SGBR61ItG_I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Qw_1c3FHnfU/s1600-h/peonies.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215258439632886770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SGBR61ItG_I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Qw_1c3FHnfU/s400/peonies.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-4333606985539514260?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-26142808565920698742008-05-13T18:29:00.000-07:002008-05-13T18:30:11.031-07:00Falling Out of Love<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">You start to notice the little things. <br />Like how you don't post as much.<br />Like how you never learned to use your digital camera to post your own visuals.<br />Like how you now hate the color scheme that you tried to superimpose over the kind but Levittown-esque Blogger template.<br />Like how even your faithful three (maybe up to six) readers agree with you that your Blog is boring.<br />At least you still like the name.<br />So ... what do you do when you have to break up with your blog?<br />You knock the whole damn thing down (after taking time to sift through the 799 previous posts {YES, THIS IS ACTUALLY THE 800TH POST} to see what's worth saving)<br />And start over.<br />Look for a New and Different C'est Chic coming soon. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-2614280856592069874?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-9796972670871651872008-05-01T19:03:00.000-07:002008-05-01T19:06:45.963-07:00Rabbit, Rabbit<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Ok, just imagine you see a rabbit in this space. Like a Cheshire cat, only different. Thank you.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-979697267087165187?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-5953934021384018222008-04-24T19:20:00.000-07:002008-04-24T20:10:40.842-07:00Shaal Nur<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SBFAejkuzwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Lc1cnN1DK68/s1600-h/shaal+nur.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193002739024449282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SBFAejkuzwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Lc1cnN1DK68/s320/shaal+nur.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">It's about time for my semi-annual fragrance review, isn't it? Ok. </span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Today I wore Etro <em>Shaal Nur</em>. It smelled good. </span><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Here's more vital information from the mini-review of September 1, 2006 (jeez, I've been blogging a long time): <em>Shaal Nur</em> with citrus, spices, karo karoundé, narcissus, jonquil ... what I get is a transparent incense-y rose, akin to the sheer beauty of Sonoma Scent Studio's <em>Tranquility</em>. That same wisp-of-holy-smokeness quality, plus a subtle florality. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-595393402138401822?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-18886289229024659322008-04-22T06:34:00.000-07:002008-04-22T06:37:05.092-07:00Earth Day 2008<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SA3p8TkuzuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/KscTXYrBiKY/s1600-h/earth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192063167683808994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SA3p8TkuzuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/KscTXYrBiKY/s320/earth.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-1888628922902465932?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-77617682359029429502008-04-20T10:29:00.000-07:002008-04-20T10:39:50.805-07:00I Got Something Anyway<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SAt_ZnG2aLI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ymx7KklrfcQ/s1600-h/common+cold.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191383073445800114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SAt_ZnG2aLI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ymx7KklrfcQ/s320/common+cold.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I got a flu shot. I wash my hands religiously. I aim my patented glare at people who cough on the bus (I don't care if they can't help it). I boil pens and paper after my ill coworkers touched them and avoided them completely if I could help it.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">And yet, I'm in bed sick. I've been blowing my nose for two days. My head aches. I sneeze.</span> <div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I'm only on this blog right now to tell you how sorry I feel for myself.</span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">If I die, remember me as the sweet, good-tempered, never-sarcastic dear person I never was.</span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">God, I feel awful</span>. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-7761768235902942950?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-68615493375701660132008-04-19T08:32:00.000-07:002008-04-19T08:42:35.219-07:00A Memory of Pesach<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SAoS1HG2aJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/2MwkpOKBjkA/s1600-h/pesach.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190982224148064402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SAoS1HG2aJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/2MwkpOKBjkA/s320/pesach.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Tonight marks the first night of Passover ... and pulls out a memory of seder with my now ex-laws. Waiting, waiting, waiting through the reading of the Haggadah for the reward of my mother-in-law's salty chicken soup and a "matzoh sandwich," the wonderful mix of charoset and a touch of horseradish on the cardboard-like matzoh. I'll never forget it or them.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-6861549337570166013?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-59610580407937296382008-04-13T17:55:00.000-07:002008-04-13T18:03:26.649-07:00Once Upon A Dream<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SAKsI2wQOjI/AAAAAAAAAVg/j4trWWE-82c/s1600-h/sleeping+beauty+arthur+rackham.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188898988821068338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/SAKsI2wQOjI/AAAAAAAAAVg/j4trWWE-82c/s320/sleeping+beauty+arthur+rackham.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Maleficent: It's INCREDIBLE! *Sixteen years* and not a *trace* of her! She couldn't have vanished into thin air. [to her goons] Maleficent: Are you sure you searched everywhere? Maleficent's goon: Yes, yes, everywhere. We *all* did. [the rest of the goons agree chatteringly] Maleficent: But what about the towns? The forests? The *mountains*? Maleficent's goon: Uh-huh, we've searched mountains and forests and, uh, houses and... uh, lemme see here... and in all the cradles. Maleficent: Cradles? Maleficent's goon: Yes, yes, every cradle. Maleficent: *Cradles*? [to her pet raven, talking sarcastically about the goons] </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Maleficent: Did you hear that, my pet? All these years, <em>they've been looking for a baby</em> [She bursts out laughing, as do her goons]</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">painting: Arthur Rackham's Sleeping Beauty; quote: Walt Disney's Sleeping Beauty</span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-5961058040793729638?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-23814983198172183152008-04-10T19:59:00.000-07:002008-04-10T20:02:16.235-07:00Do Not Wound If You Cannot Kill<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/R_7UrBwAMAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/5WbFO9xODos/s1600-h/choc+cherries.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187817656446627842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/R_7UrBwAMAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/5WbFO9xODos/s320/choc+cherries.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><em>Machiavelli</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">AND featuring completely unrelated photo of chocolate cherries, because I want one.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-2381498319817218315?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-70342787195467550882008-04-06T10:01:00.000-07:002008-04-06T10:06:36.096-07:00Old Clothes<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/R_kClunMJHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/WVhcAOPNW7s/s1600-h/old+clothes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186179293084656754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/R_kClunMJHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/WVhcAOPNW7s/s320/old+clothes.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">The plaintive theme of Simon and Garfunkel's Bookends...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><em>Time it was, and what a time it was, </em></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><em>it was </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><em>A time of innocence, a time of confidences</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><em>Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><em>Preserve your memories;</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><em>They're all that's left you</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">... uses photographs to preserve memories. I use my old clothes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Try as I might to stuff history into a bag for our neighborhood's version of Goodwill, I can't let go of a certain pink robe, certain blue flowered underwear, two oversize black sweaters (threadbare and dating from 1988) and a beautiful but dated gray knit dress.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I don't know what I'm going to do with them, except let them rot in my closet and bureau. Maybe they'll serve as a shroud: bury me in them.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">But I can't let them go. They comfort me. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-7034278719546755088?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-72836872715585059072008-04-04T18:30:00.000-07:002008-04-04T18:32:32.474-07:00An Ordinary Man Who Did Extraordinary Things<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/R_bWnunMJGI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4IkePQppkAg/s1600-h/mlk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185567998979351650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/R_bWnunMJGI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4IkePQppkAg/s320/mlk.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">1/15/29 - 4/4/68</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-7283687271558505907?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697403.post-91896078665822286572008-04-03T19:29:00.000-07:002008-04-03T19:35:40.237-07:00Tibet<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/R_WTm-nMJFI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1VBqlpyIQN4/s1600-h/prayer+flags.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185212843838678098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fcgcxycj0sk/R_WTm-nMJFI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1VBqlpyIQN4/s320/prayer+flags.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><em>The Soviet Govern-ment of China recognizes the right of self-deter-mination of the national minorities in China, their right to complete separation from China and to the formation of an independent state for each national minority. </em></span><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Mao Zedong, Resolution of the First All-China Congress of Soviets, November 1931</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">photo by Elizabeth Huff</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11697403-9189607866582228657?l=cestchic.blogspot.com'/></div>mireillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.com3