Rien de neuf sous le ciel de Paris si ce n’est du coton blanc, qui ne tiendra pas.

Et une petite playlist de mes humeurs de cet automne en attendant que je retrouve assez de souffle pour écrire ici.

Plus le temps… entre les trois cours à préparer chaque semaine, les articles des autres à relire, les concours à organiser, mon corps qui fout le camp par manque de sommeil et les amis, je n’écris plus. Ou presque. Pas même la force de mettre en ligne mes articles qui paraissent sur notre tout nouveau tout superbe site de la boite à sorties; et puis en fait dans cette vie de travail, pas grand chose à noter, je deviens un peu dure, les choses et les gens ne m’entament plus. Je me surprends d’indifférence. Parfois je regrette la solitude réflexive de Manhattan où je retourne mercredi pour quelques jours. Excitée sans appréhension et prête à affronter le froid.

Encore un cours à préparer avant demain soir… temps d’aller lire quelques lignes et au lit.

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Cds are arriving every day at the office. Some are really awfull, others are interesting in their “genre”, and a  few really keep our attention with Mike, the rock critique of La boîte à sorties. He discoverd for me beautiful Starboard Silent side. Sophie Hunger is my new favourite (swiss)german songwriter. And my friend Eric gave me the biggest musical schock by playing Captain beefheart’s “Trout mask replica” after cooking some delicious dinner. Of course Dachau Blues kept my attention, but not only. More straight forward Ashtray heart is wonderful. I have so much with which I should catch up, between Puccini and the 1990′.

And Friday, I’ve been taken to the cité de la musique to listent to Yaël Naim. I have something against her : 1) on stage she has no charisma and I did not like her performance two years ago in Bourges. 2) It’s been two years now, that french people -who didn’t know my first name existed before -ask me if I am called Yaël “Like the singer”. Sometimes late at night, people even ask me if I AM HER, very disturbing! Anyways, I was tempted to listen to her tribute to Joni Mitchell at Jazz à la Villette. But she started right away with “case of you”, which had no soul -old or new- but made me cry  a case of pain.

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I am sick, very sick and overwhelmed (Thesis + damn website + a class of political science to teach this fall and therefore to prepare, I learned on thursday)  and unproductive. Panic attacks prevent me from sleeping and sometimes I feel so tired that I can barely walk, so thinking is out of the question. And if I start to think, it makes the anxiety even worse. I finally caught a cold in this weak position, vodka did not heal me, just brought headache, at a party after the concert on friday. So I decided to have a resting saturday, meaning no work. Soooo resting : 10 am meeting with a friend, 11 am : Body combat, 12h: Sauna, 13 : shopping, 13:30 lunch + family, 14: grandma, antibiotics, 15h20: meeting with a friend who is a talented composer and wants me to think of the jewish text of an oratorio about the three monotheisms, 16h a bad french movie about adultery, a case of Philip Glas18h : books & CD at Gibert, a rip off, 19h: meeting with another composer, we ended our tete à tete for a nice chat with our neighbours, my new specialty, pretty easy in Paris where everyone knows everyone, antibiotics 20:30 dinner at a friend’s : christians, right wing people, jews, and gays mingling, very politically incorrect. 2:30 home, 2:45 antibiotics, insomnia, 2:50 two articles written (I also read a book in the day, buses !), 4:00 not even exhausted, I find an sos message, a friend is feeling bad, I call, 5:00 I hung up, no more voice, I’ve got a bad bad cold (is it the flue?),  I look at the ceiling sneeze and finally sleep. Today was my father’s 76th brithday, lots of blush and I almost looked human by 12:30. We went to the trendy Murano for brunch and it was nice, but nothing is worth the Ritz, says the spoiled girl…. My father is soooooo wonderful.And it is so nice to be  with the fam. They are all happy and full of projects and life. It made my deay, then I went into a long and painful daze…Time to sleep befor I turn into a pumkin, or a zombie…

Emma Daumas-Je suis Conne

Zaza Fournier -Mon homme

Keren Ann- Seule

Frida Hyvönen- Birds

Britney Spears- Circus

The Killers- Human

Jolie Holland- Sascha

Nouvelle Vague- Too drunk to fuck

Regina Spektor-Fidelity

Johnny Cash- One

Barbara- Dis quand reviendras-tu?