This Week's 33Oth Club Meeting

David Pitt, Mark Kritz This week's 'Crowd' was Two (minus 'guest ed')
This week's 'Crowd' was Two

Sun, Wild West and Pagination

Sun, Café, Terrace, Waiter of the Week.
Sun, Café, Terrace, Waiter of the Week.

Today's weather was beautiful. The sun was warm, the wind was still a tad chilly but everything was there for what anyone would call a springtime day. Never mind what mister 'weather guy' said, 'guest ed' doesn't have a television and won't be buying one anytime soon – but he does have a handy desktop widget that keeps him informed of the predictions for the coming days. On to the club report before this becomes a diatribe about the pros and cons and choices of weather RSS feeds...

Guest Ed spent the first twenty minutes of the Club 'official in–time' doodling away at a site renovation plan – this being one of the season's first nice days, I can only understand if everyone was away enjoying it. Before dipping his pen guest ed spent a second thinking to a mail club member Tomoko sent this morning: she told about the success of her 'Beatles Story' gig the night before (see last week's report) and expressed her regrets at 'guest ed' not attending – in addition to his regular work, 'guest ed' has been installing and configuring a new work plan–server–system and has not been having a great time of it. Apologies, Tomoko, but glad to hear it was a smash!

the (Colorado) hat of the week
The (Colorado) Hat of the Week

Patient Doodling, patent Programming

Guest ed was just wondering whether he had chosen the wrong place to wait (this was the official 'club spot' though) and if there was a whole terrace of Club members waiting for him outside (which was a great time to wonder if he had ever attended a summer club meeting – we think to the negative, captain, so even more room for doubt) when walked in from the warm David Pitt. David had a rather cowboy–ish air about him, an image reinforced in 'guest ed's mind because he had watched Jim Jarmusch's movie 'Dead Man' not the night before.

David even presented himself as a cowboy – from Colorado, no less. That certainly looked like a Colorado–esque hat. "What trade?" ask I. "I owned a bookstore," replied David. "Hardcover Cowboy," notes guest ed, orally and in writ. David seemed to like that one so I use it here. So as so far there are no other club members yet, I had to inquire more about David. "No, I want to hear about you, what brought you here?" he said. I hoped my explanation was answer enough, as it took at least five minutes. All guest ed's stories about his stay in France are intertwined.

Through all the above we did manage to touch on to our respective technological backgrounds – it's rather odd, but although we are not close in age we both went through that strange time where computer technology was budding and all ages, 'yung'uns' and 'old fogeys' alike, were on the same place in the learning curve. Cobol, Fortran, and early Java came up – those years are far behind us both. David 'gave up' on following technology around the 1980's, and, after spending quite a few 'analogue' years himself, guest ed was obliged to pick it up again only around six years ago. For sure there's a lot of 'analogue good' that hasn't yet been ported over to today's software mainframes and GUI's, and David and I were lucky enough to be born into a time where we could experience a bit of both worlds. For an 'analogue guy' David has sure got a nice website. He started it up "between two national holidays" in the year 2000, and by the looks of it he's been adding to it daily ever since.

 David Pitt, Mark Kritz, Five Hundred Euros of Glass(es)
Five Hundred Euros of Glass(es)

David seems to have a particular liking (as do most all of us ex–pats I'm sure) for the "Shakespeare & Co." bookstore. We had a bit of a chat about it because I never really could figure out the connection between the existing establishment and the one of Hemingway's years – Sylvia Beach and her shop in rue de l'Odéon. Today's Shakespeare and Co. is just as much of a legend as the old, if not more, to the modern world... to be frank, in all my years here, I've never paid any thought to origins because I just love the store. Not only the books, but the little details like the store's sound system which seems to be piped through a 1970's amplifier tucked away into one of the store's lesser–browsed corners. Odd that I think of it now, but I've never heard any music played there...

Talk of ex–pat–frequented bookstores of course turned to language, namely David's. His English is certainly better–spoken than the usual 'standard American' – although he's made an effort (he says) to adapt to the American way of speaking, Guest ed does detect a bit of Brit, if not in the accent (not at all), but in the wording of much of he says: questioned on this he says that it is because he and his family came (emigrated) to the United States from England in the 1950's. His French wife Domenique (who he met in 1976) is most likely why he's here today... but he still has far to go on the French, he says. Guest ed can't comment on that as we didn't speak a word of French together. Next time, maybe.

Whirlwind Tour, Saddling up.

About then long–time member and 'real ed's' long–time friend Mark Kritz comes in – just in the nick of time for the club photo! He wasn't even aware that 'ed' was in New York – to tell you the truth, 'guest ed' wasn't aware of ed's plans either until perhaps a week before 'ed' left. Silly 'guest ed' offered to email 'ed' as if he was the only living link to him... must have been the chair and the temporary name similarities.

After the club photo, Mark, having many things to do that day, continues on his way – Dave and I return to the warmth of the café to 'up' – an action making more sense when preceded by 'warm' and 'pay' – and we bid our goodbyes until maybe next week. This is the last installment of 'guest ed', dear readers, so let me reassure you that things will be back to normal again from next week onwards with the return of (perhaps) sun–tanned ed. I'm not sure how the weather's been in New York now, but here's hoping that ed will tell you about it. Cheerio!

Chouette Schweppes
The Tip of the Week

The Café Metropole Club's About Page

This (second) patched–together club report pasted together by little more than inexperienced 'guest ed' may leave you expecting ... so please be sure to check in next week for less boo–hoos and even better and hopefully almost the same amount of writing. Under the spotlight behind the mystery some facts about the club are on the 'About the Café Metropole Club' page, with its very professional photos, chatty paragraphs and the confection of a membership card made of whatever weather you decide to bring from outdoors. You can join the club in any year containing at least 32 remaining 'Thursdays of the Week' left this year, except for the rare exceptions, mentioned above.

Where, How, Why Not, When, Who, What, Why, However did it happen?

Regular club meetings begin at 15:00 next Thursday and normally continue until 17:00 when members are present. These times, fixed in steel, are said in some lands to be 3 pm to 5 pm. Around somewhere else is not where meetings are held. Substitutes are rare. Bring yourself to the café La Corona. Come with a friend or relative. The folk in the rear of the big room is ze club, or more exactly, the club's only secretary.

Attend any meeting – by being at one or more. Pass a hour or two or a whole meeting with other club members pretty much like yourself. Real 'firsts' are welcome. True stories will get a hearing. Other stories will depend on your skill. Attending more than one club meeting per membership is cool.

Caution – you may have a personal passion for remaining unfindable via the Web. If so, be sure to inform the club's secretary that you prefer to be '404 – not found'graphic: club location map by Web search engines before becoming 'found' in one of these flaky club reports.

The 'ex–rules' that the club once had continue to be former. These rules were mostly nonsense, even if you can find them. Otherwise you may, in theory, learn that this club features unlikely stories that are pretty true sometimes, and never institutes new rules because members can't remember them.

Talking to other club members at meetings is fairy okay rather than optional. There are always some empty chairs, so sit – wherever you like. Lounging is okay too. Whatever you say will be truly appreciated by the other members present if there are any listening, and sometimes there are but not always – and if it should by pure chance be written here.

The café's location is:

Café–Tabac La Corona
2. Rue de l'Amiral de Coligny – or – 30. Quai du Louvre
Paris 1. Métro: Louvre–Rivoli, Pont–Neuf or Châtelet.
Every Thursday, from 15:00 to 17:00.

A bientôt à Paris
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