The French Nose

Is there really such a thing? if so - it is allegedly Pinocchio-like. It seems to have a Romanesque beginning, up between the eyes, but then it turns a bit up at the end. Then there is often a little "lip" on the nostrils to give them a slight flare a bit like a petticoat-flounce.

And if there really is a French Nose, it is probably due to smelling all those smells that are so familiar to most Americans and other Europeans, that of ham, sausage, cheese and so on - except that French version of these items all seem to have a slightly "gamey" odor to them - like they "almost" smell good, but you can't really be sure. I think my nose has also began to change a little during this trip. The nostrils are more alert than they were when I left.

And by the way, trying to write and sketch on subways requires skills that I have not developed.

Two Lovers at Footcandle

The Footcandle Film Society of Hickory showed Two Lovers as its June presentation at the Carolina Theater on June 11, 2009. After the showing of these movies, the members of the audience who wish to do so, share ideas about the film and tell how they felt about it, and discuss items such as acting, photography, directing, props, costumes, and more, sometimes a lot more.

This movie left me a little bit cold because I felt that the writer (or director) had to take over too much of the plot and make too many inputs to make the beginning get all the way to the end of the movie. In a good movie, the actors in playing the role of their characters, give the impression of taking over the story and making it all happen. It did have a happy ending, but that is only because the movie ended on a happy moment. What will happen next to those poor characters has got to be bad for everybody involved.

I loved the background photography. There was really good, solid, intuitive composition on most of the scenes in which the actors carried on stationary conversations with each other, and the constant excellent blending of colors by the photographers showed they had planned the scenes carefully and set up beautiful and artistic backgrounds to highlight the flow of action.

Pretend

At the store today I noticed a good-looking, slim baguette of bread. I squeezed it and it felt good. I turned it over and read on the back "French Parisian Bread". Since I had just returned from Paris, I couldn't put the loaf of bread back down again and it wound up in my pushcart.

We ate a lot of French bread in Paris. We ate as much of it as we could. They don't really call it "French Bread" over there, just baguette, but baguettes are all over the place. The best part is that they aren't standardized. No McDonaldization in France! There are bakeries all over the place, every other corner seems to have one, and they all have a slightly different taste. So you can't just have a bite of "French Bread", mark it off on your "France Travel" checklist and go on to the next requirement. No. You have to eat them all. Each one is better than the one before it. The one you are currently eating is always aspiring to fulfill the promises of the one you ate just before it. As delicious as a symphony would be if you could ever actually taste a symphony, full of melodies and rhythms, and counterpoints and when eaten with butter and jam or tapenadas or bits of ham or odoriferous cheeses they resonate with the mellowness of piano and strings and pique with the richness of horn and depth of drums. So I carried home my prize. Just because you have to be separated from the City of Light doesn't mean you have to be separated from its wonderful bread.

When I got home, I ate a small piece of my new bread. A little Dijon mustard was spread on a lightly toasted side of bread after being passed over with cut garlic, then a slice of pepperoni was added and some white vinegar sprinkled on. Then it was all covered with a thin slice of Irish cheese, lightly dusted with oregano flakes and replaced in the oven to all melt together. It was delicious.

Was it as good as the bread I had just eaten in Paris? Yes, yes! Well, it was almost as good. This is where the Pretend comes in. Don't snicker now, Pretend is important. You can use it for a lot more than just bread. To a writer, Pretend IS the bread of life. It is the raison d'etre for dreaming, It finds the richness concealed in the ordinary mess of life. Pretend discovers the hidden jewel that no one else could find. It is the sunlight which brightens sorrow, the happy companion to disappointment, it can reveal the unknown level which is hidden even above happiness, and it can take mediocrity and cover it all over with wonderful memories. To be able to Pretend is to have great power and if you can't Pretend, then you can always play like you can! Yum.