"nor any sign of Godzilla on the horizon": I see Marine Le Pen's National Front is marching ahead in the polls.
---In fairfieldlife@yahoogroups.com, <turquoiseb@...> wrote: I'm kicking back in a local cafe after a better-than-usual week before a major software release. Either this one went fairly smoothly, or I'm getting better at dealing with bullshit on a stick, because I don't feel stressed out by it all. One more week and our part of the project is live, and we can relax for a bit. But there are no earthquakes here, nor any sign of Godzilla on the horizon, my portable Geiger counter doesn't seem to be signaling any alarming levels of radiation, and I get to kick back this weekend instead of having to work, as I had expected to have to do. Life is good. It could be better. This quartier I'm living in could, for example, be livelier. It's very nice, and upscale and all, but frankly the place reminds me of that great line from a Leonard Cohen song, "The place was deader than Heaven on a Saturday night." But still, I *am* in Paris, and I *am* being paid fairly well to be here, so I'm a pretty happy camper. Especially given that Charles Bukowski poem I posted recently. There are far worse places to try to be creative than sitting in an upscale cafe in Paris.
