Today was productive but pretty uneventful. I finally started contacting people from the classified ads in Paris for housing. Mostly by email so far, but eventually I’ll work up the courage (and cellphone credits) to start calling. I also started organizing my folder of financial documents and landlord references, which is probably going to take a few days to get figured out. I’m still waiting on one last letter from UofC indicating my housing allowance, which I really hope I’ll get before the end of the week.
So, after a day full of that, I headed out to the Berghain Kantine to hang out with the Frenchy Krew and see off another pair of folks who were leaving for Paris. Good times but pretty brief, and I think I was home before 3 or 4 in the morning.
So, since this post is pretty unexceptional, I thought I’d spice things up with this photo, which my mom sent me a couple of days ago:
So this is me and my dad, many many years ago. I’m guessing that I must’ve been 14 or 15, since that shirt that I’m wearing was one of the ones we bought out of desperation when our bags were stolen in Sitges, near Barcelona. Anyway, I’m sort of amused by how the awful glasses and tacky shirts would fit all too well in the techno-hipster scene here.