Gillian South Goodman

Month: January, 2012

“Between the wish and the thing, the world lies waiting.” – All the Pretty Horses

Strange things are definitely happening.  It’s very interesting what I stumble upon.  I’m stumbling again, but I’m moving forward.

I’m no longer an Au Pair.  It’s a story which, for now, I think is best kept un-embellished upon–it is still fresh in some ways, and also already forgotten in others.  It’s not want I want to talk about right now.

And for people who’ve been reading and checking my blog, and I can see there have been a lot of you, I’m sorry I’ve been MIA for 7 days.  I had to get back up on my feet first.

I’ve been couch surfing again, which I hadn’t expected to be doing.  I finally met someone who I think has profoundly impacted my life in a direct way by sharing a mutual interest in some thing I have always had an interest in, and sharing some astute knowledge about it.  In short, I think I have found an outlet for my analytical skills, my sociological knowledge, my understanding of the market and consumers, my aptitude for long hours on a computer, my ability to be obsessively passionate about and committed to something, and my relatively keen intuition.  Maybe I just found something else to be manic about.  But that’s okay–it’s better than finding something to be depressed about.

I believe that sometimes the best way to discover an interest is to stumble on it.  You have to stumble in a direction, though, and with some gusto, and with your arms wide out–with the caveat of being savvy, smart, aware, and mindful.

And I have a new direction now: I am leaving France for a few weeks and going to Italy.  On the 2nd, Groundhog’s Day in America, I’m taking a train to Torino.  There, I will stay with my father’s best friend’s wife.  Then I’ll visit a dear friend in Novara, then another dear friend is getting married in Cormons, and I am pleased to be in attendance.  If I can, I hope I also visit Milan, Bologna, Venice, and Naples.  We shall see what happens.  I’m broke right now, financially, but I don’t intend to be forever.  Most importantly, I’m rich in friends, in experiences and in ideas, and those are good–maybe even better–things to be rich in.

“Between the wish and the thing, the world lies waiting.”  The world lies waiting.  For you.  So what are you waiting for?  Get stumbling.

Au Facteur Cheval Antiquités, Vol III

Art and Upholstery



Bisou Baby Baci Basta

Dreams can really mess with my emotions.  Sometimes I have a dream about kissing someone and then the next day it’s all I can think about.  Usually it’s a dream about a crush or an ex or a friend.  Sometimes it’s totally random and sometimes it’s been provoked in some way.  It comes on full-force out of some kind of subconscious dormancy, and it feels completely real.

The worst is when you don’t just kiss them, you actually fall in love with them and there is relief in kissing them, like it’s all you’ve ever wanted, and then the relief goes straight into needing more–but that’s okay, because this epic longing is for exactly what you have right in front of you.

And then you wake up and it’s not in front of you at all, or next to you, or anywhere in close proximity, physically and probably also spiritually.

At first though, in the morning, it’s fun just to have something like that to think about when it hasn’t been on my actual horizon in awhile.  It’s just cute in the beginning: Awww, I can just float around all day pretending that I’m in love!  Then as the day goes by, it gets tiring–I realize, jeez, this won’t go away, I can’t shake this stupid faux-memory of something that didn’t even happen, something I didn’t even actually share with someone.  I made-out with my mind’s projection of someone who does not actually love me (as far as I know).   And then, by the evening, my heart literally hurts from palpitations, little bumps of adrenaline from the memory when it hits me again, followed by that damn sinking feeling when reality sets in again.

Anyway, guess whose stupid heart hurts.

Ironically, the only thing that you can do to fall out of this love is to fall asleep again–and hope that there’s not an encore.

From a Stairway in Paris

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Au Facteur Cheval Antiquités, Vol II

Sucre du Jour

Rose and Raspberry Macaron

Wikinition: A macaron is a sweet meringue-based confectionery made with egg whites, icing sugar, granulated sugar, almond powder or ground almond, and food coloring. The macaron is commonly filled with buttercream or jam filling sandwiched between two cookies. Its name is derived from the Italian word maccarone or maccherone.

I love me some macarons.  I’ve only had 3 because that’s a lot of concentrated sugar and I am kind of sensitive to sugar.  I don’t avoid it like I should, but I avoid macarons, despite epic tastiness.

The one above really tastes like a mouthful of roses.

Pond of the Swiss

My friend Stefano gave me some good advice once.  Well, technically he was teasing me.  He pointed out that on Facebook, I post a lot of photos of the same thing, just different angles, different shots, and that the photos would be more effective if I just selected the best ones,  edited things down a bit.  He’s right, of course.

However, I’m not really one for following good advice at all times.  This post is one such case of defiance.

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Hello Googles

I thought it might be interesting for y’all to take a peek behind the scenes and see how some readers have stumbled across my blog from doing a Google search. My favorites are “ate too much unbutton” and “clementine with minty smell.”  What the hell was that all about?

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Traineau Bookstore, Versailles, Vol I: After Hours

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