Rome the Earth

Shit, I just quit my job. What now?

March 25, 2013 at 1:43pm
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A funny commercial for Berlitz language centers about Germans.

March 21, 2013 at 2:37pm
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Friday, March 1stParis, France
This is my new car. Or shall I say new old car?
Either way, I love it. It’s a nice little Opel Vectra that Anaïs and I bought together for 1500 euros. It’s our first car. Our little engine that could. I mean, sure I miss the extra 284 horsepower the M3 packs under the hood back home, but I’ll take it. The rims are kind of okay in a strange sort of way. Whatever. It totally works. A to B. 
So Anaïs picked me up at the airport today. Let me set the scene. Me: weary-eyed from the long trip with some overgrowth of nose hairs making themselves known. Her: regal elegance in a sexy, beautiful black dress complete with high heels, full makeup, perfume by Chanel - basically a French girl dressed to kill. And it’s like 30 degrees outside. God, I love this woman.
It’s been two months since we last saw each other - she spent Christmas with the fam. Actually, we technically call it Fam Jam. Because well… it’s that ridiculous. The Austria’s are sort of a strange family. We’re all our own special brand of weirdo that we pretty much hide from the rest of the normal world, but it all happens to come out when we’re back together. Wasn’t quite sure how Anaïs would handle it, but she fit right in. If I’m honest, I’d say her family is weirder than mine. And I absolutely mean that in the best possible way. They’re so weird they make me feel normal. 
But I guess what I’m trying to say is that it’s been awhile. So that explains the long embrace and kiss, a la Robert Doisneau, in the middle of the terminal. It’s an ostentatious show off affection. But of course, everyone’s French so no one quite minds. 
It’s funny though, Anaïs seems to always act shy around me on the first day after we haven’t seen each other in a while. It’s really the cutest thing. Also, whenever I give her a big hug after a long separation, I always note that she’s so much tinier and skinnier than I remember. Not that she’s really that different at all from any other time I’ve been with her, but I guess you lose a sense of scale with your loved one when your only interaction is through Skype. Everything else is there - connection with her laugh, her smile, all the other good stuff. But the touch somehow always feels new.
We walk a little bit and make small talk. Anaïs is her usual frenetic self, still stressed from her recent trip with her choir students in Paris. As we get to the car, I laugh a little bit at our new purchase. It’s old as all hell, and a little beat up. But certainly not as bad as Anaïs described. We pop open the trunk and Hurricane Anaïs starts grabbing for clothes and whips into more comfortable sweats and a pullover. It’s sad to see the dress and heels go, to be honest. 
"Sorry babée. The dress was for you. But I have to drive now."
Fair enough.
We start heading for the France-German border with our trusty Garmin leading the way. Anaïs is starting to calm down now. Mostly because my laid-back California surfer dude vibe mixes well with her. We pretty much go together like an acid and a base. Neutralize each other’s bullshit basically. It’s really quite beautiful.
We hit the road and I try to read the road signs aloud in my best French accent. I look over at her every once in a while to watch her watch the road with intent. I’m happy to be back in France with my lady. It’s been a tough few months not being close to her. Work was hard for both of us the past few months, intensity on both sides reaching a fever pitch. But we made it through and here we are. 
I like watching her drive. It feels a bit like a dream as I’m just exhausted from the 20 plus hour transit time. I try to enjoy the fading moments of us still feeling like strangers in love as we gradually find our way back to familiarity. 
We stay the night in a beautiful little bed and breakfast in Forbach, the last quaint little French town before we cross the German border.
After an intense and expressive round of intimacy, we lay motionless on the nice, comfy bed. I, of course, brought my pillow with me in a ripped up garbage bag on the plane (wasn’t a fan of European pillows) so I’m ready to shut down. But I don’t right away. I spend a little bit of time looking up at the ceiling enveloped in darkness, excited for my year and a half adventure in Europe.
I begin to relax. She starts to snore. I think I hear a bear or something outside. But it soon goes away.
Anaïs nestles her head comfortably into the meeting point between my shoulder and neck and continues her gentle feminine sleep noise. I smile.
Our circadian rhythms are still 9 hours apart but our bodies are as close as can possibly be.

Friday, March 1st
Paris, France

This is my new car. Or shall I say new old car?

Either way, I love it. It’s a nice little Opel Vectra that Anaïs and I bought together for 1500 euros. It’s our first car. Our little engine that could. I mean, sure I miss the extra 284 horsepower the M3 packs under the hood back home, but I’ll take it. The rims are kind of okay in a strange sort of way. Whatever. It totally works. A to B. 

So Anaïs picked me up at the airport today. Let me set the scene. Me: weary-eyed from the long trip with some overgrowth of nose hairs making themselves known. Her: regal elegance in a sexy, beautiful black dress complete with high heels, full makeup, perfume by Chanel - basically a French girl dressed to kill. And it’s like 30 degrees outside. God, I love this woman.

It’s been two months since we last saw each other - she spent Christmas with the fam. Actually, we technically call it Fam Jam. Because well… it’s that ridiculous. The Austria’s are sort of a strange family. We’re all our own special brand of weirdo that we pretty much hide from the rest of the normal world, but it all happens to come out when we’re back together. Wasn’t quite sure how Anaïs would handle it, but she fit right in. If I’m honest, I’d say her family is weirder than mine. And I absolutely mean that in the best possible way. They’re so weird they make me feel normal. 

But I guess what I’m trying to say is that it’s been awhile. So that explains the long embrace and kiss, a la Robert Doisneau, in the middle of the terminal. It’s an ostentatious show off affection. But of course, everyone’s French so no one quite minds. 

It’s funny though, Anaïs seems to always act shy around me on the first day after we haven’t seen each other in a while. It’s really the cutest thing. Also, whenever I give her a big hug after a long separation, I always note that she’s so much tinier and skinnier than I remember. Not that she’s really that different at all from any other time I’ve been with her, but I guess you lose a sense of scale with your loved one when your only interaction is through Skype. Everything else is there - connection with her laugh, her smile, all the other good stuff. But the touch somehow always feels new.

We walk a little bit and make small talk. Anaïs is her usual frenetic self, still stressed from her recent trip with her choir students in Paris. As we get to the car, I laugh a little bit at our new purchase. It’s old as all hell, and a little beat up. But certainly not as bad as Anaïs described. We pop open the trunk and Hurricane Anaïs starts grabbing for clothes and whips into more comfortable sweats and a pullover. It’s sad to see the dress and heels go, to be honest. 

"Sorry babée. The dress was for you. But I have to drive now."

Fair enough.

We start heading for the France-German border with our trusty Garmin leading the way. Anaïs is starting to calm down now. Mostly because my laid-back California surfer dude vibe mixes well with her. We pretty much go together like an acid and a base. Neutralize each other’s bullshit basically. It’s really quite beautiful.

We hit the road and I try to read the road signs aloud in my best French accent. I look over at her every once in a while to watch her watch the road with intent. I’m happy to be back in France with my lady. It’s been a tough few months not being close to her. Work was hard for both of us the past few months, intensity on both sides reaching a fever pitch. But we made it through and here we are. 

I like watching her drive. It feels a bit like a dream as I’m just exhausted from the 20 plus hour transit time. I try to enjoy the fading moments of us still feeling like strangers in love as we gradually find our way back to familiarity. 

We stay the night in a beautiful little bed and breakfast in Forbach, the last quaint little French town before we cross the German border.

After an intense and expressive round of intimacy, we lay motionless on the nice, comfy bed. I, of course, brought my pillow with me in a ripped up garbage bag on the plane (wasn’t a fan of European pillows) so I’m ready to shut down. But I don’t right away. I spend a little bit of time looking up at the ceiling enveloped in darkness, excited for my year and a half adventure in Europe.

I begin to relax. She starts to snore. I think I hear a bear or something outside. But it soon goes away.

Anaïs nestles her head comfortably into the meeting point between my shoulder and neck and continues her gentle feminine sleep noise. I smile.

Our circadian rhythms are still 9 hours apart but our bodies are as close as can possibly be.

2:34pm
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My old car.

My old car.

2:29pm
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San Francisco > London > Paris

November 25, 2012 at 8:44pm
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Anaïs and Jerome at Prune in NYC!

Anaïs and Jerome at Prune in NYC!

October 6, 2012 at 9:30pm
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9:30pm
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9:22pm
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Surfing County Line.

9:18pm
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Finally back and surfing Cali. There’s no place like home. 

9:16pm
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Summer B-Sides: The Lost Photos

Summer B-Sides: The Lost Photos