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Whipping Cats: I am outraged, I tell you, OUTRAGED!!!
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Wednesday, November 27, 2013. I am outraged, I tell you, OUTRAGED! OK So at dinner I really thought I was suffering some kind of mental breakdown. Right there, in my little "Mieux rédiger" (write better) manual was the unequivocal sentence "les pingouins nagent et volent. Ils peuplent les régions arctiques (le pôle Nord)". That is to say, "pingouins" swim and fly and live in the arctic, by the North Pole. WTF, French people? What the hell are you going on about? Well, would you? And just what IS the Fren...
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Whipping Cats: 2013-09-22
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Sunday, September 22, 2013. Au Clair de la Lune (et d'autres chansons enfantines françaises). During our sortie pédagogique on Thursday, I came across a little series of postcards illustrating common French children's songs, some of which are shown below:. That's a very aristocratic-looking shepherdess in the last picture. Shades of Marie Antoinette at the Petit Trianon. Let's open with an appropriately jentacular image:. Why should this be? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). MAINLY ON THE PLAIN. Is the pseudon...
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questionthevalueofblogs: summer dreams
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Wednesday, January 12, 2011. Exactly 6 months ago today, I took the picture above of the red zinnia, surrounded by lush greenery. I didn't bother, I like it fine. Sorry to digress a bit there. Snow is beautiful, the long low rays of the sun in winter can add magic to a picture. Beauty is not enough. How is one to stay in touch with living things when they are snug, covered with snow and inaccessible, for the most part. To illustrate the loveliness of winter, I illustrate with a photo taken yesterday:.
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Whipping Cats: 2013-10-27
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Saturday, November 2, 2013. So, following long-established Parisian tradition, I have had this very nasty cold for going on 10 days now. The kind where your ribcage hurts from all that coughing. But David", I hear you ask, "is this likely to have a negative impact on your learning experience at the Sorbonne? Maybe it will, but so far things are going just fine, I think. If I might be permitted a word of spontaneous elation : BOOYA! Monday, October 28, 2013. Book "Review" : "Le Cid" by Pierre Corneille.
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Whipping Cats: 2012-09-30
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Wednesday, October 3, 2012. Special Bonus Poetry Post. It's a rainy night here in Paris. Let's hear what our resident poet, sad-sack* Paul Verlaine, has to add to the mix:. Il Pleure dans mon Coeur. L pleure dans mon coeur. Comme il pleut sur la ville. Quelle est cette langueur. Qui pénêtre mon coeur? O bruit doux de la pluie. Par terre et sur les toits! Pour un coeur qui s’ennuie,. O le chant de la pluie! Il pleure sans raison. Dans ce coeur qui s’écoeure. Ce deuil est sans raison. De ne savoir pourquoi,.
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Whipping Cats: Scholastic Progress
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Saturday, November 2, 2013. So, following long-established Parisian tradition, I have had this very nasty cold for going on 10 days now. The kind where your ribcage hurts from all that coughing. But David", I hear you ask, "is this likely to have a negative impact on your learning experience at the Sorbonne? Maybe it will, but so far things are going just fine, I think. If I might be permitted a word of spontaneous elation : BOOYA! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). MAINLY ON THE PLAIN.
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Whipping Cats: 2012-10-07
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Wednesday, October 10, 2012. French fitness clubs don't seem substantially different from their American counterparts; it is a relief to ascertain that sweaty French people are no more or less elegant than sweaty Americans. Representation of the sexes is very different in the Paris gym, not as overwhemingly male as in the Castro - no surprises there. There is a certain amount of low-level flirting in both places, but for the most part people concentrate on their exercises. But such excellence in tomatoe-...
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Whipping Cats: 2012-09-23
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Friday, September 28, 2012. Some Stuff you Will Have Missed if you are not on Facebook (not suggesting that you should be, because you actually have a life). Everything goes better with a top hat. Things could be worse. You could have tit juice conjunctivitis. If these confirm your prejudice that Facebook is a time-wasting sump of vapidness, well then, my work here is done. Bruno Magli makes fancy SHOES. Thursday, September 27, 2012. What could these be? Whipping Cats Management: Security! Get these rabb...
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Whipping Cats: Gaspard et Charles
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Friday, October 11, 2013. He really is a very cute doggie. And finally, a few words from General De Gaulle:. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). MAINLY ON THE PLAIN. Has been retired, but the adventure continues in a new language. Add WHIPPING CATS. To your bookmark list, to follow David's encounters with the language and culture of France. MAINLY ON THE PLAIN (the Spanish blog). Montmartre (just pictures, really). Not an auspicious beginning. View my complete profile.
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Whipping Cats: 2013-11-24
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Wednesday, November 27, 2013. I am outraged, I tell you, OUTRAGED! OK So at dinner I really thought I was suffering some kind of mental breakdown. Right there, in my little "Mieux rédiger" (write better) manual was the unequivocal sentence "les pingouins nagent et volent. Ils peuplent les régions arctiques (le pôle Nord)". That is to say, "pingouins" swim and fly and live in the arctic, by the North Pole. WTF, French people? What the hell are you going on about? Well, would you? And just what IS the Fren...