All the Ristans Plopped

photo, cascade water stairs, bercy Waterfall stairs at Bercy.

Their Necks Twisted Like Turkeys

by Ric Erickson

Paris:– Monday, 17. September:–  A curious thing happened on the way to the weather news tonight. I have been preparing my castle for the depart of the tired old TV that gave up the ghost of color recently. This has involved a major tear–down and some kicking and a couple of punches, witholding juice and other assorted assaults on furniture, spaghettis of cables, blood, sweat, etc. and trips to the Monoprix. A big battle, quoi, over two days.

Red, Green, Blue, Sucker!

It just goes to show that if you go out and sink your meagre savings into the world's biggest, most up–to–date apparatus, glossy piano black, super surround stereo, 15 TNT channels every one digital, the cat's striped pajamas in HD, hey! – the last night in the house the old TV decides that it can do full millions of colors after all, ha, ha, just kidding! I am not amused. It is not fooling me. I hear that tell–tale short in the audio, bzziyyzkkk.

photo, a long shadow of ed Ed's long shadow.

The good from this is obviously tonight's weather outlook in color for the next three days. Well, aside from the storm warning tonight, until tomorrow afternoon, but not around here, eh? Ah, not the focus of it anyway. Sure it's going to be rainy in Paris on Tuesday, a kind of semi–crummy day or worse, but hey! no actual orange warning. There will be a 50 kph wind from the north which will tend to hold the temperature to no more than 14 degrees. That is truly horrible!

From tonight's TV–news and weather I have marked Wednesday as cloudy. But given my TV's recent indisposition I have taken to consulting another source or two, and the other one said Wednesday might be more sunny than cloudy. With a wind shifted to southwesterly at 70 kph, there may be a temperature rise to 17 degrees.

My first inclination for Thursday was to guess semi for here and sunny for the southeast, which isn't near here, so forget that. The ever more faithful second source forecasts soft and sunny for here with a high of 20 degrees. I wonder what they mean by soft? It is not Ireland, is it? Ireland is wet and soft. And 20 degrees isn't soft either, being a lot less than 27, which is civilized, maybe even soft.

Météo from Pommeland across the Atlantic is almost as good as here, from our expert, semi–time forecaster, Météo Jim. Declassed hurricanes, muggies out, poetry in, take it away Jim:–

Déjà Vu Revisited Again

As we start this week's weather in Pommeland, a phrase by Yogi Berra sums it up quite nicely, "It's déjà vu all over again!" Along the Gulf Coast of Texas on Wednesday night, a dark and stormy night by all accounts, Tropical Depression Humberto approached land with winds of no more than 40 mph – 64 e–maxi–metres per hour. But 14 hours later, it had developed into a category 1 hurricane with winds of 80 mph – 128 e–maxi–metres per hour. This set a record for the fastest growth of a tropical depression into a hurricane. Fortunately, it grew while it was over land, which stunted its growth. There was no warm water it feed it. Had it developed over water, there's no telling how big it could have become. Alas, etc.

photo, sign, square de l'abbe mogne

Although September claims to belong to the cool school, the weekend weather made many think otherwise. Very warm, humid and muggy weather visited Pommeland and refused to budge. Finally, on Tuesday, the cool school had enough and kicked out the muggies and washed them away with an a–inch – 2.5 tiny e–metres – of rain. The weather is the cool school of September with cool days and invigorating nights. Even the trees are taking on the hues of September. A soft glow is noticeable on rows of trees that border a field while others are starting to dye their leaves red and orange. September is expected to continue for the rest of the week.

photo, floating cabaret batofar Floating saloon, the Batofar.

A la prochaine, Météo Jim

Café Life

More Than You Wanted To

The cat is out of the sack already. I spent the week dithering about where to put the new TV set I ordered. It has probably been said a million times before – if you live in a small European studio apartment full of a three–bedroom apartment's mess of furniture and a lifetime–worth of souvenirs, it is a lot better to sort out the mess before the new TV arrives than wait until you have to do this magazine too.

But we all live by Professor Parkinson's rules. Work expands to fill the time available even as that time contracts, until there's no time left and the work has reached its greatest degree of expansion. Little did I realize that as I dithered, that articles that I haven't seen for years were multiplying in their secret closets. Did I realize that I am the proud owner of six year's worth of TransAtlantik magazines?

photo, good ship boudeuse The good ship Boudeuse.

And the 2500 photo prints I had made in 1990. Did I wonder where they had gotten to? Not only this, while I was avoiding looking at the drawing cabinet with its ten drawers, Dimitri showed up to return some books he borrowed. At that moment I needed more books like I need an eviction notice. He installed himself in the only comfortable chair – missing only one wheel – and helped himself from the piles on the table, under the table, beside the table, on the chair, commenting on the picture book showing how Hamburg looked in 1944.

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