Cosmology Topic of the Week

photo, marie and katherine, the group of the week Marie and Katherine, today's Group of the Week.

A Weekend With Bretons

by Ric Erickson

Paris:– Thursday, 20. September:–  I have pretty well hung up my leaky crying pot for the season. You get a ways into September and slowly you realize that bemoaning the lack of summer is futile, so snivelly whining is useless. Afterwards anything decent that turns up is just some sort of fluke and nothing that we're owed. No point in complaining to Nicolas Sarkozy at all.

Habitual readers will want to know how my new TV is handling this weather chore. It is big and beautiful and required that I destroy my living room to fit it in. Does anyone want two cubic metres of seldom–used junk? I can let this go for a very fair price. Make an offer. Nevermind – for some totally obscure technical reason the TV signal is not arriving from my splendid Orange triple–play unit. In fact, my telephone has elected to randomly speed–dial folks I don't know.

So in this transition period I have a great big, very wide TV picture, with a lot of snow drifting from bottom to top, and the sound keeps switching from mono to stereo. Other than that, it is beautiful. During tonight's weather test run the TV managed to call up good weather for this weekend. It has almost paid for itself already.

photo, beer of the week The familiar beer of the week.

It has definitely been a bit chilly lately. So learning that it might be sunny and 23 degrees tomorrow, after some stupid morning chilliness which I will sleep through, everyone in Paris can rejoice. There will be a wind up the Channel but it will be no concern of ours. Friday night will be dark though.

Two out of three sources say that Saturday will be sunny and one out of three said it will be semi–sunny. Let's split the difference and elect mostly–sunny–with–thin–clouds, and a high temperature of 24 degrees. Very fair, I think.

Sunday is like the cherry in the raspberry. From the TV – remember snowing? – I put down more sunny than Saturday and one other source had more sunny than cloudy. The watchit here is a forecast for 30% humidity. Temperaturewise it is even better, with an outlook for 24 or 25 degrees. In sum, expect a classic weekend, with classic being in the Roman style. This means, not seen for 2000 years, or, only seen in central Italy.

The Cosmology Topic of the Week Report

I like to pick up a bit of culture while having breakfast so I was reading the user manual for the new TV this morning, and yes, it was still morning! I was four or six pages into how to tune it for analog when I came to the following section, which was about how to tune it for digital. The salesman at Darty didn't say anything about it having two ways to tune it. He said very clearly, and I remember it like it was yesterday, that they didn't have the TV I asked for. Now I know why.

photo, orange incognito of the week Cool dude orange of the week.

The same unit that's in my livingroom right now. I decided to skip the digital until Friday morning, and go to the club. There was the usual nonsense of the métro and the walk through the Quartier Latin and my bridge was in sparkly shape when I crossed it. I didn't get as many poster shots as last week in front of the Samaritaine but the sun was warm there, away from the breeze – forecasted! – along the Seine.

Monsieur Ferrat was outside the club's café waving menus at folks passing by. There were already a fair number that had been flagged down, eating frites and garlic. He said it was a class–A day and I agreed. A gang of strangers were installed in the club's space so I simply took another table. It wobbled.

This made reading today's Le Parisien a disturbing exercise. But there are a lot of events these days and I skipped the news to read about the coming Bretagne gala weekend here. We used to have a generic Fête de la Seine but guys in kilts playing bagpipes and ladies in long dresses slinging crêpes and dishing out oysters are much more fun. They, both of them, will even parade down the Champs–Elysées, starting at noon on Sunday. Otherwise they are all hanging out at the Quai Saint Bernard.

photo, consulting a map Tool number two – a map.

The arrival of new member Marie Mazurchuk from Vancouver in British Columbia made my $10 glasses fall off. Marie was tipped to the club by member Terry Gardy, because they were in high school together in Kitsilano, famous for its zillion dollar view. Maire's first news was that she's found a tutor for French instead of going to the Alliance Française, which I promoted because I used to work around the corner.

Then new member Katherine Waser arrived and sat down at the wobbly table. I spoke to Katherine yesterday when my telephone speed–dialed her instead of Marie. She sounded so agreeable that I told her about the club and she said she intended to come today to meet the secretary, who is me. This Orange telephone service is pretty amazing!

photo, cafe of the weekSolo café of the week.

Katherine lives in Tucson, Arizona but she prefers a place she shares in Portal, Arizona, which is in the Chiricahua Mountains in southeast Arizona, and it sounded like a fine place to be the City of the Week especially if you like arid, remote and bird watchers.

Marie and Katherine traded impressions, with Katherine saying that there are a lot of similarities between the northwest and the southwest. However the terminology for Indians is slightly different – or was until Katherine mentioned that an American Native she asked about it, said, "We call ourselves Indians."

photo, a day for cruising on the seine Where we should have been – cruising.

Then there was a very interesting discussion about Columbus' motives, China etc., which segued into cosmology and the size of things – like outer space, like quarks and other nano items, including clusters of galaxies. Outside the traffic was creeping by in the sunshine and Patrick the Waiter of the Week, was staying lost until the strangers left and we could inhabit the club's tables, for a wobble–free meet.

Both ladies are staying for long periods so they are in apartments. These are places trimmed to suit civilized visitors, but they do have their metric or European quirks. Such as an igniter that clicks for a gas stove, or a ceramic stove top with no visible means of turning it on. Marie's place seems to lack a recycle set of garbage containers, having only one small one.

Sight unseen I explain these oddities, or pass them off as perfectly normal. In fact the city in this season is teaching residents to put different stuff in the green garbage bin with the yellow lid. I have even been studying the diagram designed for illiterates over the past week. Katherine mentioned that Fête des Jardins happens this coming weekend. And there's a floating fête of church organs going on around town. Katherine lent her copy of Pariscope to Marie. It has all the events in it and a new issue is available every Wednesday.

photo, breizh weekend brochure Bretagne in Paris this weekend.

We skimmed over the notion of the Romans being the first tourists – however without tour buses. For them the Greeks were ancient history. We glided from Athens to rugby, football and then to cameras, as in, how to make them work when you've left the user manual in Tucson or Vancouver. This was beyond the scope of the club.

photo, marie reads pariscope One of the best info sources.

Marie was excited about the Group Photo of the Week. "It'll be the first picture of me with my new hair," she said. Having anybody excited about this photo is also a first. With that ordeal behind us ironing was given a slanting shot, and then Katherine plugged a couple of parks and cemeteries. All the heros in Père Lachaise for example.

In passing, since both will still be here for it, the Nuit Blanche 2007 was discussed. As usual fine details are not yet available and as usual there is not a dedicated Website. Try the Ville de Paris main page and hit the link for Culture. This year's edition is supposed to be aligned with métro line 14, from Saint–Lazare to Les Olympiades in Chinatown. It should be fun, art in Chinatown by night.

About the Café Metropole Club

Take your mouse for a spin around a recent club meeting report in an deeply buried archive of the Internet. Online reports are somewhat concise but less exciting than being at tediously long and live club meetings. An explanation for what we were doing today may be incomprehensible but can be found anyway on the About the Café Metropole Club webpage.

graphic, club location map

Weird Wobble Stuff

As spontaneous as every Thursday, half unrehearsed, semi out of control and again less than three members. Club meetings are actually from 15:00 to 17:00 every Thursday. The next meeting will be on Thursday, 27. September. Times are metric and are the same as from 3 to 5 pm around other odd unmetric places, while meetings are held around here. Whatever you feel like saying will be totally appreciated by the other members present if there are any and they are listening, and sometimes they are, but not always.* Your other, absolutely true, stories are all welcome too if they are very true.

Caution – should you have a personal desire to remain unfindable via the Web, be sure to inform the club's secretary that you prefer to be 404 – not found by Web search engines before becoming found. Spurn membership to stay unfound.

*The above paragraphs are relatively unchanged since last week because I am no longer ashamed of my unironed shirts, having learned that they can be fashionably twisted into knots before drying.

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.
Next club meeting on Thursday, 27. September.

A bientôt à Paris
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