Special Report – Radio: Open Your Ears! (Musée des Arts et Métiers)

Hi, faithful Readers. Thank you for coming back to my blog. I kind of feel like I have bailed on you of late, not even giving decent responses to comments on the previous two blogs. I apologize for not following up better. It’s not because I did not appreciate what you had to say! I did. Thank you to everyone who read and commented.

My only excuse is that with my motto of “Life first, blog later!” I have indeed been out, living life! This is a good thing. This is not to say I have abandoned you, entirely. In fact, you may notice I have made some changes around the Alien Parisienne home. I’ve got a new WordPress theme, and behind-the-scenes I have been working on revamping my links page (turning it into pages, plural), with more information for you. I am taking pictures for posts and have plenty of ideas of things to write about that are fermenting in the giant Blog Vat, aka My Brain. One thing I could use is a wee bit more time, or, rather, the ability to better manage what time I do have. *sigh* Can I get a holla from anyone else who struggles with that?!

I’m here today, though, as I have a Special Report where time is of the essence, and where my presence at the press event today means I need to get on the stick and actually post about it quickly to generate that “Internet Buzz” that is hoped-for by the people who invited me. By getting to go to these things (usually courtesy of Paris Paul who is the one who gets the invites – I am usually the +1), it means I have to be on the ball enough to go ahead and write about them tout de suite!

So, here you go. This is a write-up about a new exhibition opening Tuesday, February 28, 2012 at the Musée des Arts et Métiers:

RADIO – OUVREZ GRAND VOS OREILLES! / RADIO – OPEN YOUR EARS!

Continue reading to find out more about this exhibition.

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The view of the leaves outside of our window – May 5, 2010

Greetings, dear readers of An Alien Parisienne! Sorry it has been a couple of weeks. The good news is I have been out, living life, and as you know my motto is, “Life first, blog later.” I’ve stolen that motto from a long time online friend, Bonii Jo, to give credit where it is due. It’s true, though, that if I am not writing here, it is often because I am “out there,” doing things.

Or, perhaps more truthfully, I am on the internet superhighway reading as if I am in a 1994 Dauer 962 LeMans (allegedly the fastest car in the world).  The sheer number of open tabs on Google Chrome turns into a solid bar of color where I cannot even see the icons of what is on each tab anymore. Hunting down a web page becomes a game of guess and click, or maybe hit and run, to keep with my superhighway metaphor. I try to use things like Read It Later to little avail. I like to read anything and everything I can get my eager little fingers and eyes on, and inevitably my brain gets clogged up with all of the mental commentary about said readings and all they inspire, and before you know it, I am blogging here. It’s like a brain detritus bomb most times. A blowout on that superhighway when I actually stop to contemplate in writing what I have in mind.

I was the kid who always had something to read in front of her. I read the cereal boxes at breakfast. I read the billboards on the way to school on the schoolbus. I read everything set before me — I even passed that stupid little “pop quiz” that teachers used to give where it says at the top of the test in the instructions, “Before you do anything on this quiz, read ALL of the questions FIRST, then begin to work.” Then the last question says something like, “Only perform the task in item number one, and ignore the rest of the questions and/or tasks on this quiz.” The task in number one is to write your first and last name at the top of the paper, and that’s it: end of quiz. It was the kind of quiz designed to make most kids feel like idiots, laboring over the questions they didn’t even have to do, if they had read the directions. But of course a good percentage had not followed the directions (kind of the whole point of the quiz — to hit kids over the head with the idea that it is always good to read the directions first) and it quickly became obvious who had and who had not done what they were supposed to. I remember teachers sitting, smugly, at their desks, chuckling silently to themselves over the fact that they duped kids into needless work.  I remember the audible groans from the children who realized the error of their ways in not taking care to read the directions first. The whole thing boiled down to rewarding readers and rule-followers such as myself, and shaming the ones who were more renegade in their approach. Still, I am the one who can actually set the timer on the DVD (used to be “the VCR” and I almost typed that — god I am getting old. More on that in a mo’) because I READ THE FREAKIN’ INSTRUCTIONS and therefore know what to do and how to do it.

What I am getting at is that I love to READ and with the interwebz at my disposal, it is like quick and easy crack almost all day long at the crack whore house of endless crack. Until the man of the house gets home and wants his due time on the ‘net, too. He is more of the writer, though. And the organizer of media for his writing. I, on the other hand, cannot seem to stop reading long enough to write, and then when I do: KABOOM.

Here we are for another explosive installment of the life and times of Paris Karin, the Alien Parisienne.