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Joyeux quatorze juillet! Ouuaaaaiiis! C’est La fête nationale! Je suis très excité! HAPPY BASTILLE DAY MA SOEUR! Today, in 1789 the French Revolution began with the storming of the Bastille! I can still remember my high school French teacher telling me about the storming of the Bastille and how there are no remnants of it because the people tore it to the ground, leaving nothing standing. What I didn’t know, though, is that the key to the Bastille is in Mount Vernon because Lafayette sent it to George Washington in 1790 as a peace offering. I am simply OVERFLOWING with French feels today! My friend and I are going to the Museum of Sex after work today and we shall talk in bad French accents the whole time.
I looked up La Marseillaise for fun and was amused that it was written in 1792 and was declared the national anthem in 1795, whereas the US national anthem was penned in 1814 during our second war for independence, but didn’t become the official national anthem until 1931. Additionally, a friend of mine was hanging out with a bunch of US citizens when she was working with an NGO in Iraq and they all decided to sing our national anthem, so they broke out into “America the Beautiful.” I nearly cried when she told me this. The chorus of La Marseillaise reminds me of singing Les Miserables on the bus in elementary school with you. I can still remember how proud you were of me when I remembered the line “the blood of the martyrs will water the meadows of France” all by myself. Just look at the chorus:
Aux arme, citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Qu’un sang impur
Abreuve nos silluns!
Grab your weapons, citizens!
Form your battalions!
Let us march! Let us march!
May impure blood
Water our fields!
Speaking of impure blood watering the fields, the dating pond is a toxic waste dump in NYC. I have had this confirmed by multiple people, one of whom did research and statistics – the whole nine yards. Apparently, if a city has a higher population of women than men, men are less likely to settle down, and the same is true of women if there are more men than women. Guess what the ratio is in NYC, Jane? Yup, more women than men. Plus, my therapist has flat out told me that finding a significant other in NYC is really touch, but that does not mean I will settle. I went to a mixer on Friday and it was a lot of fun. I met some people with common interests, and had a lot of good conversation.
Your cross-stitching project looks as though it is coming along well. I am sure that you will have it done with plenty of time to make me a new quilt for Christmas, my hobo quilt is losing a heart, and looking sad. I am all set on pillow cases for a while, as you saw when we last Skyped I still have the ones from a few years ago. How goes your etsy site? Are you still waiting for Gavin to get his photography hat back on, or are you taking a break?
I am almost ready to start on the third part of my novel, I have talked it through to completion with two or three people so I am feeling more confident in how it is going to look. I am, maybe, halfway through the character profiles and world building on the trilogy I am doing with my friend, Bob. Momo and I are going to try to launch the Achilles Project on August 1st, and I am wool-gathering for a zine. On top of that I have a personal essay and journal submission on the back burner. The blog helps keep me motivated, and my friends keep me well-supplied with ideas. I need to research some journals to submit to, and look into freelance writing gigs. I have two open mic nights that I am considering reading at.
Keep up the good work, ma soeur. Remember, je t’aime et tu me manques.
Avec tout mon amour,