Welcome: Noah

I was catching up on old New Yorker's yesterday and a line caught my eye about how blogs are really a form of procrastination.  There is definitely truth in that, at least for me.  And then I found myself not procrastinating as much now that I don't have a 9-5 gig, hence the void of posts there.  Interestingly enough, there is a slew of new posts - why may you ask?  Well, I have some work - free-lance style.  So welcome back dear old friend, procrastination!

This last month has been full of a ton of great times I'd love to capture in posts but unfortunately I've already forgotten half of them, and have no pictures of course.  So I decided I'd welcome some (potential) new readers.  It's always fun reading about yourself.  I get a little thrill when I read my name (or know it's me) - of course around good stuff.  I have a rule that  my blog is for my friends and family I don't see often.  A way to stay in touch.  For those friends I see on a daily basis, there is no need for the blog.  I see them and share with them all the same stuff in person.  It would get a bit repetitive and there is something that goes against my grain about using technology to communicate with people instead of just talking.  Technology is great when you don't see people.  But face-to-face trumps all.

Alot of my friends I saw daily - we all worked together.  But now we've all flown the coop so I'm sharing the blog to a larger group.  One dear friend I've recently shared the blog with is Noah (who benefits of having pictures posted from our days in Paris.  You may remember him from my Paris sojourn last summer.  He's off at Duke this year enjoying the academic life pursing a graduate program in aqua-enviro-fishy-law.  It's an official program - honest!  Ok, not really and Noah is going to kill me I still can't remember the name of his program and that I threw in stuff that probably isn't in the program.  We spent a whole day on me trying to memorize the name (it's really simple, it's just me) when I was in Paris.  He made it back to Boston for a quick visit the other weekend in early January and Dawn, Colleen, he and I had a too brief get together one Sunday evening to catch up outside of Harvard Square at a quaint turkish style coffee place.  Yes, I'm really bad with names and too lazy to look it up.  It was good seeing everyone, just like old times.

I was just downloading pictures from my camera and found these Paris shots.  It was a fun time and strange having two worlds overlap.  Noah is like my little brother from work and Nick is like my real little brother.  And there they were together!  Strange.  Below is Nick and I at the Paris apartment with Noah and his cousins.  The little girl had the biggest crush on Nick.  I just don't get it ;)

The other shots are from the market we'd visit twice a week for fresh food - produce, bread, butter, cheese, eggs.  All the goodness of french food.  I'd order sometimes, but Noah had a real repartee with the vendors.

This last picture I love.  The old lady in the background is hilarious.  She was probably cursing the bloody americans that descended upon her marvelous city.  We were in the Luxumborg gardens enjoying a Chopin concert.  (Again just made up the names - it might have been Schubert but the park was definitely in Paris).

Welcome Noah!