Highlander
by joon
We rented Highlander recently and I enjoyed it in the way that it was one of my favourite movie in 88 but now, well, Christophe Lambert is not a good actor speaking with a stupid stupid fake scottish accent with his french coming back sometimes... weird!
Queen for music well... and Sean connery has also a stupid fake spanish accent ... he is the scottish guy no?
And the bad guy, why is he mean? So mean?
I even prefer the masters of the universe... maybe.
Go on the french site...
Posted on January 25, 2005 | Comments (1)
Lhasa'sconcert/ Lhasa en concert
by joon
Yesterday, we went to see Lhasa in concert.
She is amazing...Beautiful woman with an astonishing presence and I have no word to describe her voice. Powerful, deep, enchanting, violent and "douce"... Originally a spanish speaker, living in france ...her songs are written in french, spanish and english...
songs full of poetry...and great musicians...actually they were two... no big show, no big lights...just them and something in the air!
The place was full of people from all ages. Iwas surprised to see all this people here. I thought she was known in France and that's it but I guess not... Also I suppose people who were curious too and they were right because after that you want more....
Je suis allee voir Lhasa hier. Elle passait a Portland....le truc impossible a imaginer ....
elle est incroyable, belle avec une voix incroyablement puissante, chaude, douce et violente... ses chansons sont enfrancais et angalis et espagnol, elle est accompagnee de seulement deux musiciens et je prefere bien mieux qu'avec une batterie et des lumieres de toutes les couleurs...
La salle etait pleine de gens venant de tous les horizons...classe!
Posted on January 23, 2005 | Comments (2)
ob-gyn and Star wars/ Ob-Gyn et la guerre des etoiles
by joon
Il y a quelques semaines, je devais aller voir un docteur a Kaiser (le centre medical auquel je suis affiliee). Et ils me demandent si je suis allee voir "OB-GYN", comme je ne connaissais pas ce mot le temps d'une seconde j'ai cru qu'ils me parlaient du copain d'Obi wan kanobi dans la guerre des etoiles et je me suis demande quel pouvait bien etre le rapport avec ma sante. J'ai demande de repeter et il se trouve que c'est "obstretricien-gynecologue". J'ai alors pris un rendez vous avec le cousin d'obi wan kanobi, et je n'ai pas voulu m'imaginer comment la seance allait se passer jusqu'a je sois la bas.
Few weeks ago, I had to go to Kaiser to see a doctor. She asked me if I already saw a OB-Gyn.
Of course not, Why icould see a cousin or friend of obi wan kanobi...honnestly!
Before answering that, I asked again what was that... and she answered "gynecologist" aaaaaahhhhhh, thank god, a word I know.... no never , I mean here, no. uuuh I need to, yes he is not going to wear any weird sword or anything?
No, good. I was afraid to be in star wars....
Posted on January 17, 2005 | Comments (1)
French diet day by day
by joon
Well I have to admit some stuffs are quite funny but the end sucks!
Read that...
Living the paradox
How do the French eat all that cheese and still lose weight? I had to find out.
By Valerie Frankel
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The French, save Grard Depardieu, are a thin people. As an
envious American, I marvel at the touted paradox: How can they eat absurd amounts of saturated fats, avoid heart disease and look like a population of balloon heads on string bodies? Red wine, apparently, has a salubrious effect, but flavonoids will only get you so close to a 27-inch waist.
I longed for an emaciated, untoned, sallow Frenchified shell, so I decided to adjust my diet. For a one-week trial period, I'd consume nothing but cheese, fruit, red wine, black coffee, Evian and cigarettes. My operating principles were borrowed -- a little Zone (equal parts fat, protein and good carbs; no baguettes or brioche for moi) and a little anorexic (alcohol, caffeine, nicotine) -- but still fresh and elegante. If you want to live to be 120, eat
yogurt; if you want to weigh 120, eat cheese.
Day 1
Brie, St. Andres, chevre, Montrachet, Merlot, French roast, grapefruit, peach, banana, apples, blueberries. I took a vigorous walk for exercise, covering the five blocks from my office in Times Square to the Hudson News at Grand Central.
I bought a pack of Gauloise and chain-smoked on the way back, effectivelyundoing five years as a nonsmoker in 15 minutes. I felt unhealthy yet speedy -- very French.
Day 2
A fruit-heavy day (too much cheese can lead to gastric distress). I took a co-worker's bichon fris for a stroll during lunch. I had to carry Choo-Choo in my tote after a while (good upper body workout). I ran into a salon for a French manicure. They asked me to take the dog outside. The nerve! Are we not all animals?
Day 3
I've dared to leave the homeland -- edam, gouda, mozzarella, feta. For lunch, I ate the meat of an entire watermelon. The deprivation is showing: I've become snappish and surly, especially when tourists ask for directions. I feel strangely liberated re: body hair removal. Tonight, while smoking on the fire escape, my husband complained about my return to cigarettes. Enraged, I went inside, threw a glass of wine in his face and then we made mad, passionate love
all night long.
Day 4
Eating out can test any regimen. Saturday night, I couldn't convince my husband and friend to do fondue. Unhinged by two glasses of Bordeaux, I hastily expandedmy definition of cheese to include veal piccata with spaghetti on the side. I felt terribly guilty as I licked the plate, and excused myself to smoke furiously at the bar. Our dining companion, an old friend, was concerned. She pulled up a stool and asked, "Are you OK?" I sighed, "Yes, it goes." She told me she was worried, that I looked a bit pale and drawn. The diet must be working.
Day 5
My jeans were roomier, no question. I bravely stepped on the scale -- five pounds lighter! To celebrate, I drank an entire bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and watched a highlight video of the 1998 World Cup. It dawned on me that capitalism was all wrong, so I told my husband I was planning to organize the staff at work. He said, "You're drunk." I said, "If you didn't look like Phillipe
Candeloro, I'd divorce you," and we began to make mad, passionate love. Then he pulled back and asked, "How long has it been since you've showered?"
Day 6
For lunch, I melted three ounces of cheddar and drizzled it on slices of green apple; it looked lovely. Presentation est tout: You eat with ze eye, you know. My skin has taken on a yellowish sheen from smoking (not good), but the tar taste in my mouth makes a big plate of anything seem unappetizing (good). I took a long walk from Chanel on 57th Street to Agns B. in Soho. I tried on many outfits, and found nothing wrong with spending $75 on a T-shirt. My husband did.
I considered taking a lover.
Day seven
For breakfast, I expanded my definition of fruit to include a Belgian waffle with boysenberry syrup and whipped cream. My husband clucked while I ate. I screamed, "I hate you, I love you, I hate you, I love you." I weighed myself after dehydrating with five cups of coffee. Despite my errant cheating, I'd lost a grande totale of seven pounds (not sure of the metric equivalent). If I could go for another week ... mais non. The French Diet was good for ze form, bad for
ze romance. At the end of the day, fat and happy is the American way.
Posted on January 14, 2005 | Comments (2)
French diet / Regime alimentaire français
by joon
Have you often been wondering why french people are thin though their food is so rich?
Read this book:
French women don't get fat
Go on this site
French diet recipes
Les americains, encore une fois, certains, se demandent comment les francais avec une nourriture si riche restons mince!
Une francaise habitant ici a ecrit un livre dont le titre est:
Les Femmes francaises ne grossissent pas
Posted on January 11, 2005 | Comments (1)
Resolutions 2005
by joon
My resolutions for 2005...
- Speak better english
- Be more concerned about celebrities history... I said recently that Mike Tyson was delicate....shame on me, even though I didn't really thought so, well I am ashamed.
- Blog more
- Blog more about chamallows
- Eat less sugar...I went to my dentist in france and uuuhh... but chocolate is not sugar, right ?
- Play saxophone and do yoga
- Save money for travelling
- Learn how to use my "apple"
Mes resolutions pour l'annee 2005
- mieux parler anglais
- Poster plus sur mon blog
- Poster plus a propos des chamallows
- Manger moins de trucs sucres car je suis allee chez mon dentiste en France et uuhhh le chocolat c'est pas du sucre non?
- Jouer du sax et faire du yoga
- Economiser de l'argent pour voyager
- Savoir me servir de mon ordinateur (apple)
Posted on January 9, 2005 | Comments (0)
Chamallows 2 props/ accessoires
by joon
Hello guys I made some improvement and you can actually go on the links now!
Comment faire des s'mores...Bon appetit!
Recipe for smores!
Thank you freddy, I love it. La creche de noel en marshmallows...
La creche de noel!
And the best ... Easy to bring on picnic and no need of doing a fire!The Smores maker!
Posted on January 9, 2005 | Comments (0)