We’ve all done it during the holidays: hitting the blogging wall. Patrick from I never knew describes very well what it’s like to explain to non-blogging people how blogging is integrated into your life. Now try to explain that you met your s.o. through a blogging get-together and look at the puzzled and sometimes condescending smiles that appear on people’s faces. I guess we’re all freaks and geeks but hey, as long as we’re having fun…
Suspended in time
These kinds of mornings are the reason why the week between Christmas and New Year’s day is my favorite week of the year. Work and various projects are suspended in time, the new year seems (somewhat naively) full of promise, there’s a lot of cooking going on in the house, lots of time for reading big books and watching movies, hanging out with friends and family and taking long walks in the snow.
And then there’s the knowledge that this kind of happiness is brittle and could be taken away in a few minutes.
Vision d’horreur
En regardant le cou de la dinde qui gisait parmi les restes du r�veillon, j’ai eu tout un flashback qui m’a donn� des frissons d’horreur. Quand j’�tais enfant, nous conservions pr�cieusement les os des cous de dinde et de poulet, nous les faisions s�cher au four pour ensuite les laver et les monter sur un fil avec des perles de bois pour en faire un collier. C’�tait encore plus laid que ceci, croyez moi. Ma m�re devait vraiment �tre dans une p�riode tr�s « macram� » pour nous faire assembler une horreur pareille.
