Prehistoric art of Southwest France

The famous Upper Paleolithic cave painting from Lascaux, France, dating back to 15,000 b.c.

A painting discovered in Toulouse, depicting what is speculated to be some sort of prehistoric mating ritual. Note the traditional head adornment.

hang time

I usually try not to post too many pictures of myself but this one was just so ridiculous and exaggerated that I had to share it. Seriously, look at my pose! I don't even think the board is off the ground...but for the record, I stuck it.

I know it's tired for an American to talk about the "culture shock" when returning to America from wherever. Still, when I arrived in Penn Station in New York at 5pm a week and a half ago, I most definitely had it.

Some immediate observations from an American on America and Americans:
-Americans are big. Not obese, not even necessarily fat, just tall, thick. Grande. Super-sized.
-Not only are people big, but so is everything: the streets, the stoplights, the taxis, the burritos.
-Americans are ugly. Really people, genes are better in Europe. I saw more blemishes on one subway ride than six months in France.
-The infrastructure (airports, trains, etc) is dated.

Nevertheless, it feels kind of real, in a way that the kiddie-pool of Western Europe does not.

I shredded the Marseille skatepark...when I played Tony Hawk Pro Skater 2 in ninth grade.

In real-life, I just rolled around for about 4 minutes until some twelve-year old told me his brother was going to beat me up.

There was this crazy snowstorm in England and my, uh, 'just for the weekend' Sweden trip turned into an exhausting week-long ordeal. On the plus side, I got to slip and slide around London for a day and take advantage of the favorable exchange rate.

Back to Sweden

Word

Steve Jobs?

This pic should be fairly self-explanatory.



Not unlike Del Taco in Irvine, the 2:30am Burger King rager is really where it all goes down.

If this makes sense to you, good. If not, don't worry about it.

just a couple more...

By night

Marrakesh

Got my hair did.

The process...

The final product. It set me back a big 25 dirham (3 bucks).

deux fois, paris

Laura and I were in Paris up for the weekends of the 2nd and 12th doing some research. Here's what we came up with:


The Metro

If you're into the minimalist japanese aesthetic at all, welcome to Muji. I cannot stay away.


Yeah, it was as cold as it looks.


No matter where I am, my mind is usually elsewhere. Obviously someone had the right idea.


Marais

Marche Bastille.

The food at this place wasn't spectacular, but the ambiance was well worth the price of admission. We actually went twice.

Laura, salade. The yellowness of this place, inside and out, was a welcome contrast to the omnipresent gray.

When it's so cold, you inevitably end up doing a lot of this, which isn't so bad after all.

Ski Sunday @ Gourette

Went skiing a few weekends ago.

With Paul and Lauren.

Me Not Being A Real Blogger Blogging

Hello friends and lovers. You're right in thinking this doesn't sound like Blizz, because it's NOT! I received a request to update my blog, and as I don't have one, I decided to borrow. Trespass. Usurp.

Okay. This is my first time. Here we go. This weekend we went to Toulouse. That's the fourth largest city in France, but it is quite quaint as a matter of fact. I had a really lovely time and didn't even cry once! Here is some documentation.

This is me on the train. I am so excited! The French villages were so picturesque it was like someone built them 500 years ago just for me to marvel at from a train window. But then I fell asleep.



This is my first real French quiche, and NOT, as some of you might have thought, a regional skin condition.



These are two of Blake's colleagues, Ana from Germany and Crystal from Trinidad. We found them at the train station and then they left us in the rain.


Here are some bomb-ass chickens roasting away at the Sunday marche the next day. Here's what happened: we bought a whole one of those suckers, took him to the park, and ate him with our fingers!



One of these gargoyles is an impostor. Can you find it?


A bridge.


Blake trying to make a new friend.



Okay, looks like my time's up. Seems that I'll have to restrict my contributions to the sidelines from now on. It was fun while it lasted. Now comment so much so Blake will be jealous. A bientot.