My copy of À la recherche automatically falls opens to the beginning of Le Côté de Guermantes, where the tyrannical housekeeper Françoise complains about the birdsongs in their new quartier. "Le pépiement matinal des oiseaux semblait insipide à Françoise."
In other news, our confrère at AYA in Paris Doug Van Der Heide turned into a Freudian psycho-analyst on the upper East Side of Manhattan Island, like a character in a Woody Allen movie.
As for me, you can follow the most recent ten or twenty years of my life on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/jacobfreeze/, including about 500 drawings and paintings.
I hope to hear from you again, David, sometime, soon maybe. I have very fond memories of you and Degginger in particular in Paris, and maybe at a given moment we can simultaneously hoist a toast to our old friend Stuart in the thin air of cyberspace. He meant so well by all of us.
De même, habîbî. -- I had ceased blogging for various reasons, partly related to a Google/blogspot software ‘upgrade’ a few years ago, which broke everything. But yesterday a young computer-maven friend who used to blog using the same kind of platform, came by to visit and say farewell, before moving to the other coast; and he and I fiddled with the thing and got it working again. It was only then that I saw your comments, sitting unmoderated and (thus) unposted. At first the “Jacob” threw me, but it was clearly you.
J’entends bien renouer avec toi, de plein coeur; but I do things slowly these days; so in the meantime, the following morsels may serve you as a madeleine:
I forgot to include a link to Doug Van Der Heide's psycho-analytic practice on East 85th Street in Manhattan, between Madison and Fifth, two blocks from the Metropolitan Museum! It's a heck of a neighborhood! If Oriane de Guermantes dreams of death in the Carlyle Hotel, they probably have Doug on the speed-dial.
The previous link to my paintings and drawings is probably useless unless you're deep in the tall weeds of Facebook, and all other forms of sharing photos on the internet are likewise crammed with silly conditions. Easiest for me is https://jacobfreeze.livejournal.com/ which only includes a long long line of images, and it works much better on Microsoft Edge than Google Chrome, which displays ENORMOUS images that don't fit on a screen, blah blah blah!
Meanwhile your Zapruder/Proust essay reminded me of a moment in the movie Amadeus, when Salieri complains that God has chosen "an obscene child" for his divine instrument, (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYHJRhRym1U) so it doesn't exactly surprise me that Proust also indulged in childlike antics, like his imaginary friend Robert de Saint-Loup, who once walked all the way across Fouquet's on the backs of the booths, so they say, just for a laugh!
Hey, David. Do you still own the Gallimard edition of Proust that we bought so long ago in Paris?
ReplyDeleteIndeed I do. Read it, too.
DeleteHello from Paris in 1967. Is this blog still alive? Reply SVP to jacobfreeze@gmail.com
ReplyDeleteMy copy of À la recherche automatically falls opens to the beginning of Le Côté de Guermantes, where the tyrannical housekeeper Françoise complains about the birdsongs in their new quartier. "Le pépiement matinal des oiseaux semblait insipide à Françoise."
ReplyDeleteIn other news, our confrère at AYA in Paris Doug Van Der Heide turned into a Freudian psycho-analyst on the upper East Side of Manhattan Island, like a character in a Woody Allen movie.
As for me, you can follow the most recent ten or twenty years of my life on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/jacobfreeze/, including about 500 drawings and paintings.
I hope to hear from you again, David, sometime, soon maybe. I have very fond memories of you and Degginger in particular in Paris, and maybe at a given moment we can simultaneously hoist a toast to our old friend Stuart in the thin air of cyberspace. He meant so well by all of us.
De même, habîbî. -- I had ceased blogging for various reasons, partly related to a Google/blogspot software ‘upgrade’ a few years ago, which broke everything. But yesterday a young computer-maven friend who used to blog using the same kind of platform, came by to visit and say farewell, before moving to the other coast; and he and I fiddled with the thing and got it working again. It was only then that I saw your comments, sitting unmoderated and (thus) unposted. At first the “Jacob” threw me, but it was clearly you.
ReplyDeleteJ’entends bien renouer avec toi, de plein coeur; but I do things slowly these days; so in the meantime, the following morsels may serve you as a madeleine:
https://worldofdrjustice.blogspot.com/search?q=proust
I forgot to include a link to Doug Van Der Heide's psycho-analytic practice on East 85th Street in Manhattan, between Madison and Fifth, two blocks from the Metropolitan Museum! It's a heck of a neighborhood! If Oriane de Guermantes dreams of death in the Carlyle Hotel, they probably have Doug on the speed-dial.
ReplyDeletehttps://drvanderheide.com/
The previous link to my paintings and drawings is probably useless unless you're deep in the tall weeds of Facebook, and all other forms of sharing photos on the internet are likewise crammed with silly conditions. Easiest for me is https://jacobfreeze.livejournal.com/ which only includes a long long line of images, and it works much better on Microsoft Edge than Google Chrome, which displays ENORMOUS images that don't fit on a screen, blah blah blah!
ReplyDeleteMeanwhile your Zapruder/Proust essay reminded me of a moment in the movie Amadeus, when Salieri complains that God has chosen "an obscene child" for his divine instrument, (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYHJRhRym1U) so it doesn't exactly surprise me that Proust also indulged in childlike antics, like his imaginary friend Robert de Saint-Loup, who once walked all the way across Fouquet's on the backs of the booths, so they say, just for a laugh!