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Sometimes I get weirdly attached to bits of clothing. Like these mittens and the hat that goes along with them. I think I've had them for over six or seven years now and while I've gotten other gloves and hats, even amazing cool Elmo mittens and a monkey pattern hat, these remain my favourites. I used to take gloves instead of mittens when I took my camera with me for walks but I've given that up, I feel much more comfortable in these mittens, even if I have to take them off to take photos. I guess they're the cold weather clothing equivalent of comfort food.

I often have trouble accepting that the names I call a lot of cartoon characters are not their names in other parts of the world. Like these are Schtroumpfs. At least that kind of sounds like Smurfs… in the case of stuff like "Olive et Tom" or Goldorak, their equivalents in other languages are really different. In Italian, Olive et Tom becomes Holly e Benji… when their original names in Japanese are Tsubasa and Genzo. Because it all makes sense! Tsubasa - Olive, same thing!

The beauty of conditioned response. It seems that I now associate Michoko with road trips… or travelling in general.

In other news, have I ever mentioned how much I hate the Charles De Gaulle airport, especially when one has to go from the domestic to the international terminals?

I tend to find the randomest and best things ever at the recycling center! Look who got these puppies (for a whooping 20 cents each)!

I now have four postcards from the 70s with good old Lenin... and a few others from that era from different parts of the USSR. I have yet to send out a single of those Lenin postcards, there is just something so nostalgic about them that I shall probably hoard them up until I have to move out of Finland. Maybe they remind me of my favourite photo of myself from the good old days...

That's actually the only photo I have put up in my whole flat, I have a wall covered in postcards but no other photos. But really, it just doesn't get better than that... mini!Gali, Saint Nicholas and a portrait of Lenin in the background. And I do believe the dress was hand-sewn. Bedazzled before bedazzling was cool.

Imagine you're flying at an altitude of ten thousand kilometers, that's a really good place to start wondering about things from years back, especially when you're reminded of those years by a tiny cream container. Remember the days when Milram actually won stuff? Those were the days. I think the start of Milram coincided with my last days actually caring a lot about cycling.

It all makes me want to say "do you remember those days when FDJ was still full of Aussies? When Nicolas Jalabert still raced and his brother, Ja-ja, was all proud of him in his commentaries? Those days when Thomas Voeckler held that yellow jersey for as long as he could? When it was still US Postal (or even Motorola) and George Hincapie was totally recognisable in his dark blue jersey and glasses?" So many things have changed, heck, even Little Thomas L. changed the way he spells his name, now it's Löfkvist, but who cares, for me he'll always be Little Thomas L.

I could talk about so many sports that have changed... tennis, there is no longer a Tim Henman to cheer for. Bode Miller actually used to win stuff, while being impressive on the slopes overall. We had to hope that OM would stay in the Ligue 1, now we're actually keeping our fingers crossed that they win it. Changes, changes, changes.

( +3 - the Milram that started it all and some pastry and sky )

Yeah, this is me getting all nostalgic on a Sunday morning.

Just heard about Sarah Jane, or rather I should say Elisabeth Sladen. In terms of Doctor companions she's one those I remember liking almost right away, there are some really amazing episodes with Three and Four.

Strangely enough for me the death of an actor who played the Doctor is different from that of a companion. Perhaps wrongly and sadly my head assimilates the actors to the characters and the Doctor doesn't die, he just reincarnates... but the companions, they're gone - forever.

And on this rather not so cheerful note, some good news! Remember the entry about the Gineste and the local way of doing road works? The part of the road that had been left without markings is now finished, as of Monday night. The part closest to Marseille has still not been redone but perhaps they've run out of time (and resources) for that bit and it will get done next spring.

Still, dangerous road. Last Friday there were two accidents about 200m or 300m apart, rather serious ones at that. But then what can we expect when I see how some people drive there on a daily basis.

( +2 - collecting randomness and flowers )

Everyone and their mother are doing retrospective posts with the best photos/stories of the year... but I have to say this, when you say "the photo that marked you most in 2010" I automatically think of this one:

Yep, the one I fondly call "ajusshi fashion". It was taken by the Dragon Rock on Jeju-do, you can read about it more here.

Why is it the one that I remember most? If you remember during the whole Korean adventure I fangirled ajumma and ajusshi fashion a lot. Anything from the visors to the gloves to drive to the arm warmers used in the middle of summer... and their condescending looks when I wore sleeveless stuff. There is just something about it, I remember walking by the waterfront and seeing all these people trying to take a photo of something and then the ajusshi directing all these students with his yellow jacket. You also get the guy with a popped collar with text on it... ah, I remember sitting on the plane next to a couple with matching shirts (very hot thing in Korea I hear) with matching popped collars with random text on them. Jeju, Jeju, Jeju, you are still very present in my heart.

(btw, if you've missed the Korean adventure when it happened, it can be relived through a billion posts here)

I'll try to make a proper "best photos of mine from 2010" post tomorrow... but my tastes change so much so quickly that the stuff I thought was great three months ago now seems rather bland, alas. Boo me.

Yesterday afternoon I posted a tweet, in French, in which I made a horrible spelling mistake, "vous fêtes". It's not the first time I make monumental errors like that, I remember a comment I left on

carnifinda's LJ that will haunt me forever where I made about three basic mistakes. Then there is the post where I kept on writing "flower" instead of "flour"! Embarrassing at best. I'm not even talking about the mistakes I make in Ukrainian, I never know how to spell those words where it could be an и or an е, of course one can change the nature of the word and easily find out except that it never works for me, I start doubting even more.

It all reminded me of a teacher I had in CM1 or CM2 (equivalent to 4th or 5th grade, end of primary school), I can't remember which. We would have weekly dictations and each mistake cost you four points, so that means five mistakes and you had a zero and three mistakes and you had below average (average or "moyenne" is a very important notion in the French educational system, you don't get your bac if you have under 10). And those weren't the easiest dictations out there, I remember a few with some things like "les va-et-vient des souris". To this day I remember that I couldn't figure out how to write that "va-et-vient" because it's the same in singular and plural and you can't really expect a 9 year old kid to know that! Still, I can gladly say that only once in that year I got a zero (on that dictations on the mice) and was quickly forgotten the following week when I had a perfect score.

( some more about that teacher... oh the memories! )

Of course here I haven't even gone into the grammatical errors I make, I like to pretend I just invent a new language as I go.

But I stay awesome. I'm wearing bright pink toe socks today that say "ask me if I care" with thug piggies drawn on. Life doesn't get much better than this.

Oh wait! It does! Last night! Last night was epic! There was a thunderstorm. There was no rain in Toulon and then on the train it started raining at about Ollioules. On the way home there were parts where I couldn't see a thing... and then the hail started and the lightning. I got home and we started on dinner and the light went out. It went out in the whole city! From our little hill we just saw the whole city being completely black, it was just an incredible thing to see. The light came back a few seconds later but it was definitely something to remember. The hail started again and it was actually kind of like extremely heavy, large and frozen snow but obviously it can't be qualified as snow as it was raining extremely hard at the same time.

From now on this will be "the night that Marseille went dark".

Apparently last year or a tad before that half of PACA lost power for an hour but I wasn't here to see it... so it doesn't count.

Au fait, Paris - c'est quoi au juste? Et bah Paris est comme une vieille amie, on a grandi ensemble et puis on ne s'est pas revues pendant des années... maintenant c'est toujours bien de se rencontrer de temps en temps mais, attention, pas trop souvent!

In my whole life I've only been on top of the Eiffel Tower once, even though I used to live a couple of kilometers away. The other day I met someone who asked me which Parisian suburb I grew up in, I told them, they told me that these days it's a "cité" and a very dangerous one at that, it's kind of sad, I don't remember it being that bad and most likely it wasn't.

But hey, these days when I have to go up to Paris for a meeting or something of the sort, at least I get to walk to the meeting place with that old Eiffel Tower friend watching over me.

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Where is Gali(nette)?

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Entries tagged with gali remembers things

September 25 (3)

August 30

August 29

Now I lay me down to sleep, Try to count electric sheep, ...

Cycling - that sport I cannot forget.

So now Sarah Jane joins Harry.

Flowers before spring comes.

Photo that marked me most in 2010

Mais oui, la vie est belle.

Catching up with photos from last week.