The continuing, probably futile but highly therapeutic attempt to get organized
Cardboard magazine boxes, P19 each at National Bookstore. (The Roger Federer calendar is from last year but I’m not taking it down.)
While filing my receipts and documents I found some flyers I haven’t thrown out. When you emerge from the Paris metro at Barbes-Rochechouart there are all these men handing out flyers for psychics or selling bootleg cigarettes.
Parisian fortune-tellers are not nearly as ambitious as our local manghuhula who not only forecast your fate but also promise to raise the dead.
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January 27th, 2010 at 18:10
I love the flyers en français! If you ever tire of them (I know, fat chance), you know who to dump them on.
By the way that’s the first time I typed a cedille. If you want to know how, here’s the link:
http://desktoppub.about.com/cs/finetypography/ht/cedilla.htm
January 28th, 2010 at 00:32
african sounding names like that tennis player Tsonga.
January 29th, 2010 at 04:12
Love those magazine boxes! It looks pretty, and very cheap, and it works! Good Job!