Tagged
Sunday, October 16th, 2005 @ 14:33I haven’t had the time… okay, scratch that: I haven’t had the energy to do any constructive preparation for a really relevant blog entry here in the past three days, having spent some time on the couch shaking away the rest of my cold while watching the first season of Monk with my parents (yes, this is the mysterious place I’ve been to, stranded a good 250 km from my house! And Monk is a really great series, by the way.). As a result, I think I can safely answer the call of tagging placed upon me by Lee lately, although I really don’t know as of yet who I’m going to tag. It looks to me like every and each of you have already been tagged in this. So here are the rules:
1. Delve into your blog archive.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas…
5. Tag five people to do the same.
The sentence is: The English version of this blog remains here, where it has always been. (You can also access it through the domain name ylogs.com.)
Yep, it was about having created a separate French version of this blog, and to be honest, I’d better had shot myself on that day rather than putting my foot in my mouth and bragging about it, since this proved a bigger task than expected. I don’t regret it, I like having my blog in two different languages, but it’s like having to write every post twice, and it often discourages me from thinking of longer, more detailed entries that I don’t want to completely translate. Well, at least it forces me to not gloss and babble for pages on end, which is probably a good thing in the end.
Now to find someone to tag… My mind is completely blank. Really.

This could almost be a story in itself. No, it’s not about writing, but it’s one of these events in life that make you happy that you took action on the day they happened. One month ago, while walking to the mailbox to retrieve the day’s mail, I noticed a pack of huge flies gathered around some tiny thing wriggling on the ground. At first I thought it was a half-dead mouse, but looking closer, it turned out to be a kitten, a very young one—one day old at the most, and I somehow doubt it, she probably couldn’t have spent a whole night outside already. She was still wet from birth fluids, and pretty much trying to get away from the flies around her.
The reason why I haven’t blogged about anything insightful since Thursday is the image on the left, and I must simply admit that s much as I wanted to finish my next planned entry yesterday evening, I’ve been too dead tired to go on with it. In any case, I’m glad I went to the European Fair no matter what.














