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Another new feature is that the spam filters have forgotten their blacklist. Meanwhile the spammers are sending me fake messages from Wanadoo, telling me to open an attachment full of viruses and other bugs. Am I sure I want to be online all the time?

But all of this was ahead me on Friday when I came away from Orange or some place with two shopping bags full of nearly free goodies. I was so excited about setting up a DSL modem again that I took myself to the café Le Bouquet for a cocktail with the Daguerréotypes, returned to the scene after their extensive voyages.

It was loud. It reminded me of the old days, rather of shout–night. The peanuts were good, if tardy, and the café cost no more than at the club's café. The two Ds said, "Don't take my picture." The light was bad. It was loud. The street outside glistened in the rain. The little pots of wine became empty quickly. The rain became more serious. It was loud, just like it used to be.

photo, poster, red hot chili peppers, metro stationGrammy winners coming here.

Not actually continued... not here, not ever.

On Thursday the Café Metropole Club Meets

The last meeting on Thursday with one member present, not new. Many other members, old and new, remained absent, more or less as unexpected. This week on Thursday there will be yet another Café Metropole Club meeting. Unless I am mistaken it will be happening on France's 15th day of partial no smoking, weather permitting.

The next meeting of the Café Metropole Club will be on 15. February. The Saint of the Day next Thursday is another somewhat obscure one who was a missionary. Please welcome Saint–Claude de la Colombière, born in 1641 into a noble family of Saint–Symphorien–d'Ozon, between Lyon and Vienne. On this date in 1682 he died at Paray–le–Monial but you needn't note the names.

photo, sign, grande salle

More mundane, all about the club and its lame legends are on the page routinely called the About the Club Webpage. Some readers who have a little notion of English won't lack a grasp of the few facts and some astonishing fables, and should not fail to view-the club's out–zoned hand–turned membership card before its renewal, pending now for the last 114 weeks.

photo, sign, rue du cloitre notre dame

This Was Metropole Ten Years Ago

Other Internet magazines that claim to have been online for 11 years are fibbing, most of them. If you are annoyed to read this once again keep your hat on because some important news is coming to this spot very soon, like maybe, next week.

Café Life Légère 90.6

Pay Attention

The Quote of the Week is just as boring this week as last, a situation lasting for quite some time now. "Allow the President to invade a neighboring nation whenever he shall deem it necessary to repel an invasion, and you allow him to do so whenever he may choose to say he deems it necessary for such purpose, and you allow him to make war at pleasure." With this let us wish Abraham Lincoln happy birthday today and thank him for this quote from 1848.

photo, sign, perdu chat

The Wobble–W Snuff Corner

There are a mere 322 days left of this year, the same number that 1771 had when Adolf Fredrik , the KIng of Sweden, ate himself to death. After 20 dreary years as king, Adolf Fredrik decided to have a light snack consisting of lobster, caviar, sour cabbage, smoked herring and Champagne. All would have been well had he not added 14 helpings of dessert, his favorite, semla served in bowls of hot milk. This was far richer than oatmeal and he remains fondly remembered by schoolchildren. Another pastime, his second favorite, was making snuff boxes.

Bourgeois Pataphysics

This is totally unconnected to the fact that this year has used up 42 days, the same number that 1894 had when an anarchist named Emile Henry tossed a bomb into the busy café Terminus in the Gare Saint–Lazare, resulting in the death of one bourgeois and injuring 20 others. Little Emile was only 22 years old at the time and was considered young to be a bomb–tossing anarchist. In fact his father was a middle–class ex–Communard who had been exiled for a time, and his brother was an anarchist too. When asked at his trial to explain why he had blown up the voyagers at Saint–Lazare, he said, "There are no innocent bourgeois." Emile himself died suddenly on 21. May 1894.

photo, sign, parking velos

Metric Knots Resolved

If it were not for Metropole to remind you of 1973 and Ohio's decision to post SI units you might actually overlook this historic day. However this state was the first to use the internationally recognized units – such as metre, kilogram, second, ampere, Kelvin, mole and candela, without spelling them exactly the same, or Canadian–style. The exceptions to the metric life are the nautical mile and knot, used for measuring speed and distance for ships and aircraft. A nautical mile equals 1852 metres, or 1 minute of latitude, both useful to know in Ohio.

The Ex–Question of Schleswig–Holstein

Many folks might be unaware that today is the anniversary of Georges Simenon who was born in 1903. The author, who died in 1989, was nothing if not busy during his life. He produced 192 novels, hundreds of stories, several autobiographies and many articles under his own name and another 176 novels, dozens of short stories, fables and articles under 27 pseudonymes. Among the total, 103 stories featuring Maigrat the detective, in 75 novels and 28 stories. Belgium has a right to cheer its hero.

A bientôt à Paris
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