tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452648.post961718966507358591..comments2023-02-28T05:48:34.373+13:00Comments on UrbanGreenie: 'If there's one thing you can say about man-kind, there's nothing kind about man'Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31452648.post-80673421700493647352008-09-20T03:51:00.000+12:002008-09-20T03:51:00.000+12:00My Toon!I have been reading your blog and thus got...<B>My Toon!</B><BR/><BR/><BR/>I have been reading your blog and thus got a pretty fresh update of the situation... I miss you, you and Sean! <BR/>My return to Europe went pretty well, I nearly scored two hostesses (Antoine can confirm on the first one) in the SG airlines flight. Not bad. Then the return in France was a bit hectic. I managed to get myself kicked out of a Parisian taxi in less than 2 minute, but the guy was obnoxious. My blood pressure then decided to go down to 8 for a while, so Britanny and Mum's food were most welcome for a couple of weeks. I then went to a festival in Finistere and saw great great gigs, but fuck: 1- The French kids really have a problem with alcohol too 2- lots of very nice music, but the fat groovy kiwi sound was absent of the line-up 3- 20.000 people a day in a festival, it's too much<BR/>Anyway, some legendary concerts acts took place there: Keziah Jones, Orchestra baobab (absolutely divine), Ojos de Brujo, Victor Deme, groundation, Alela Diane, etc etc etc and much more. Anyway, I then decided to go back home at my parents' place for like 3 weeks or so. And there: I did not do much, just helping them a bit and trying to spend time with my grandparents. I started my postdoc here in Sweden two weeks ago, and it ain't violent at all. 8.30-16.00 I think is a regular day, and they pay me (a lot) for that! My PhD (Philanthropic Degree) in slavery is over, clearly! My new city clearly makes me miss Christchurch though. We are talking of a hole in Northern Sweden with 35000 inhabitants, there is no bloomen pottery class or concert or anything. Yet, it is a pretty nice environment as we are surrounded by the forest; a major river flows by. I live in a student flat and I am the only non-Swedish among us 11. My neighbours very fortunately belong in large proportions to the female gender, and they carry evocative names such Maria, Helena, Kajsa, Nelli... Gosh, I am glad they are nurses, imagine what a drama it would be if I was to faint at home and have nobody around me to help! Well, so life has got really slow up here. It's cold too actually. Damn, temperatures have already been flirting with the most arabic number of them all: zero. I miss my short, my flip flops and my waveski. I adore my internet connection that keeps me somehow connected to the world (or at least gives me the illusion of being part of it).<BR/>That said, there are lots of cycling tracks here, and you know that you are most welcome here and give them a go, you two little teddy bears in chocolate coated with rose syrup! <BR/>Right, Lena-Maria is begging me for a shag, must go now (I hate being a whore),<BR/><BR/><I>With much love,</I><BR/><BR/>Benoit<BR/><BR/><BR/><B>PS</B>: I know what it's like to be in town and be reluctant to buy stuff that doesn't have a bit of an ethical sticker to it: it sucks. But hey, I guess it's the good news telling us that we still have a soul! BisousBenoit Zackariahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09540903746128231625noreply@blogger.com