6am. Place de la Bastille
– I could totally go for some coffee now.
– Oooooh… They serve steaks with Roquefort sauce !
– It’s 6am.
– There’s no bad time for steak.
– You order it, you eat it. Ooooooh they have pizzas too !

Parisian clubs, mint liqueur, Harold, Yi, Greeks, hairy bare-chested bartenders, bleepy-music-that-sounds-like-a-kernel-panic, dancing, drinking (coke), more dancing, hypnotic callipygean movements, more bleeps, fuck-have-I-been-away-from-edgy-clubs-that-long-what’s-this-thing-is-it-really-music-it’s-kinda-cool-actually, more drinking (water), Yi’s Bangkok stripper-style dancing, let’s go home kids…
Oh, yea… also Harold’s world famous Blue Steel rendition (shown below)

Place St André des Arts, tarte tatin with cream, massively multi-agent systems, Langevin’s Twin Paradox, absolute space-time measurements, wormholes and manyfolds, antimatter, atomic fusion & fission, time travel, superluminal communication, gravitons, gravity-based data transfer. Let’s hit the clubs.

Parisian winter + fireplace + bar = Happiness

The french have always had a loose approach to the spelling of the word loser.

Russian party. French champagne.

Drizzle. Smoke. Blogs. Bloggers. Ex’es. Relationships. Videogame addictions. Chatting up strangers. Democracy (can’t live with it, can’t live without it). Interest of the commons vs. common interest. Punitive, preventive and reformative Justice systems. French presidential candidates. Beer. Chocolate deserts. Managing time and money. Saving for the future. Making plans.

Expo 1900. Art Nouveau. Egyptian gods. Cult of Isis. Kimchi. Soju. Rue Mazarine. André Gide. Lafcadio. Antonin Artaud. Readership. Money. Entitlement. Family. Dynasties.