Radio and sound

I am listening to some kind of bird cooing outside as the rain falls on my slanted window. I think I am quite sensitive to sound now, because of my electric piano that I bought. I doubt it actually. That was made up. But what a difference this instrument makes to me! My room is now a place of warmth and potential...

Speaking of sound, I really like listening to Living on Earth, a weekly radio show on NPR. It's very calming to listen to the radio, though it is often forgotten when we have the image-rich tv and internet available. I listen to the program online at http://www.loe.org The host, Steve Curwood, spoke at Middlebury, and the information and enthusiasm he brought to his discourse on two major environmental problems of our time, global warming and the spread of chemicals, made it fascinating. That's one of those Midd lectures that I couldn't help following up on. Try to give it a listen!

and...Dessert

There is a delicious thing called a sobre that the Zarrouatis made for my birthday (I am 21!) It's called a "sobre" because that means sober, serious, or modest. The name "sobre" in the end though does little to disguise its true identity...it's like chocolate mousse but made with butter...

Speaking of butter, the other day a café waiter made the comment that Americans love butter and put it on everything. I was shocked---the sobre a case in point, I can hardly imagine anywhere that uses more butter than in France. Not that I'm complaining...

Yay I'm writing again

Wow! I did not post anything for a long time. Much has been happening. It is hard in many respects to be abroad, and last month was the hard part. But suddenly, I am finding I finally have most things I need, including friends, routines, and a vocabulary...

Today I am going to get a piano numérique, which is a digital piano, so I'll be able to practice in my spare moments and early in the morning even though I am in an apartment building. That will make a big difference.

I am continuing to discover Paris. One thing about being in a city is I find that you can really be incredibly interested/happy and keep your face quite unnoticeable. It's funny to me to notice I'm thinking something is really cool and I normally would be smiling but instead I have an unreadable city-face. It's weird. Not to say I don't smile in Paris. haha. I smile a lot, yes, even in public. (-:

As to all the places I've been, any tourist-y stuff, please "regarde" my photo album I'm going to post later today.

tips
lovely lunch food: quiche
will post more later.