There is a term in French to describe someone with a forgetful memory much like a gold fish memory in English. However in French it's poisson rouge or for the non French-speakers, red fish. Very forgetful in my ways, I fall under this category. It's because of this that I've decided to resurrect this blog AGAIN. To be frank, I hate it. It's a time-consuming chore that is hardly what I would call fun. However, it does serve as something I will be able to look back on years to come. I don't want to forget any of this experience nor the memories I make. I think the main reason I started a blog was to keep y'all, the masses, informed on my experiences in the land of wine, cheese and mustard. But this offered absolutely no motivation when it came to writing new posts; a large reason why I stopped. So in brief (brèf), this is a blog for me and my goldfish memory, however an audience is welcome. Introductions aside, below is some of what has been going on over here and everything else in between.
I believe as study abroad students we all have one thing in common: we don't know where life is going to take us or where we want to go. We know we want to go explore a new quartier of Paris, visit the Colosseum in Rome, or run with the bulls in Spain; essentially expose ourselves to new cultures. But when asked us what we're going to do with our lives after living abroad the answer is normally 'Well, I'm hoping I can find the answer while studying abroad.' The more I have seen in France and Europe has made me question what it is I want out of life once I get back to the States in the summer. Frankly, it's downright scary. This is coming from a person who has always had a plan growing up from middle school, to high school, to university. But living in France since September has seen everything and the kitchen sink thrown out the window. I know what I like and don't like, but the tough part is connecting the dots looking forward. How can one connect music, French, history, sports, art, technology, and culture into one career? It looks more like a recipe for a dish or a Skyrim skills list if anything. It can be done. Look at Steve Jobs. He took his love for art and technology and founded one of, if not the greatest, influential companies our generation has seen. In his biography by Walter Isaacson it mentions how during his twenties he dropped out of Reed College but sat in on some calligraphy classes that would later influence the font types on the first Macintosh. I'm sure many of you already knew this little story, but it truly goes to show how the past experience gained in a class, job, or whatever does provide some sort of reference point to the what we may decide to do later in life. It just takes recognizing when to pull it from the archives in the back of our brain.
This is a big reason why I've decided to take as many courses as I can while here in France. Rather than being confined to the normal 15 hours I'm going to branch out and take some extra courses I would otherwise never take at UT. Just to give an idea of what I'm talking about, I dropped in on a Portuguese class this past Friday. Wow what a language. The best description would be a melange between Italian, Spanish, and French. The language seems to be pronounced in the upper back part of the mouth with an emphasis on rolling the r's like Spanish. Hence the reference to a mix of languages. Ah yes, in regards to courses. Other courses this semester include: an advanced French grammar course, French middle age literature, French language in relation to the press, history of communication, phonetics class, and a media discourse class. It's looking to be a wild ride and one that hopefully doesn't end too soon.
A few updates on what's been going on over here:
Christmas and New Years: Christmas saw everyone go over to Laurence's daughter's home, Hélene, to celebrate. In traditional French cuisine fashion, the food and wine was both plentiful and fantastic. Sorry folks, but Honey Baked Ham just doesn't compare to smoaked salmon, roasted chicken, potatoes, maccarons, and much much more. A few days later we celebrated a second Christmas that saw the side of the family who couldn't make it to Hélene's come over to the maison to celebrate. The next day I went to the airport to pick up Chase, Anne, Fransisco, Cole, and his sister, May. Hot dog was it great to have them to come visit. Just when home was beginning to feel very distant, seeing them changed all of that. They stayed for about a week. In between that time I tried to show them as much of Paris as I could. Fortunately we were also able to have a good time New Year's Eve by going to a new club near Opèra...even if we were putting our coats in the vestiare at the moment the ball dropped. It was awesome that they were able to come over and share Paris with all of them.
Free Mobile: YES! An exchange students dream in France. For 20 euro a month you get: unlimited texts and calls in France and unlimited calls home without charge. The signal is kind of week, but for what you're paying it's worth it. It took a bit of jailbreaking and elbow grease to get the simcard to work with my old iPhone, but the work paid off. As for Free's service plan, it's definitely a game changer in the French cell phone market and could possibly be in the States too if the companies back home took a page from Free. Ah and one more thing...there's no binding contract.
Football: While football season may be over back home in the States, it's just getting under way here in France. My team, Blackjack 21, has already played two games. So far we're 1-1. I (usually) play free safety and tight end. We managed to pull out the W in our first game even with sloppy play, but the second game was another story...35-0. Then again, it does a present a problem when half of the offensive line doesn't show up and this guy has to play offensive tackle. The game is still fun as ever, but it's taking time getting readjusted to the physicality of the game. Each week I've managed to get nicked up and bruised somewhere new. Our second match was especially brutal. The outside linebacker I would have to block each series thought it would be a good idea to charge in each time leading with his head. Needless to say, my head was ringing the first few offensive series before he finally began to slow down. I think the few blocks to his knees started to make him think twice before bull rushing in.
It wouldn't be a true football post if I didn't mention the Super Bowl. In true fashion it was celebrated at the Violon Dingue with the usual suspects. It was a great time with the exception of seeing my former English teaching boss there. In short, I decided to quit that job because, well I'm here to learn French, not teach English. My boss, at the bar, decided to remind me of this by saying in French, 'Oh Austin, we're in France so we should be speaking French.' Yup, awkward doesn't begin to describe that moment. To add some humor to the event though, Maurice and I made a bet on who the winner of the Super Bowl would be. If the Patriots won he would have to watch a full episode of the Simpsons (in his view the epidemy of all evil). If the Giants won I would have to eat Roquefort cheese one night for dinner (In my opinion of the epidemy of evil of French cheeses. It really is that bad). You all know who won that bet. A week later I swallowed my pride and the family and I had Roquefort cheese after dinner. Thank you Wes Welker for that one! Gisel Bundchen sends her regards, too.
Manchester United: now this was the big one. It's always been a dream to go see a match at Old Trafford, so the fact that it happened against Liverpool, a big rival, was pretty mind-blowing. The match couldn't have been scripted better. Dreary English day, pre-game drama between players on each side, and a packed house. The match lived up to it's billing and then some. The sounds of fans chanting during the match only added to the atmosphere. There was probably a good 20 songs we heard whether it was for the Red Devils or mocking a player on Liverpool. At the end of the day, ManUtd came out on top 2-1 with Rooney scoring both goals. Perfect. Hopefully one day I can make it back to Manchester to see a match there. It truly is the Theatre of Dreams. Magic doesn't begin to describe a ManUtd match.
I've omitted a lot of things that have occurred since last visiting here. It would probably take a good three or four blog posts to include what has been happening here since we last visited at the end of November, so hopefully (crosses fingers) this will be updated on a weekly basis. This is one of the best times of my life and it would be a shame if the slightest moment was forgotten.