Reaping the benefits of the Boingo WiFi tax, battling back curmudgeonly instincts while the woman at the AA desk seeming less convinced as each successive assigned takeoff time expires under the boot of repairs on the lavatories.

I could have taken the subway to Manhattan by now, instead opting to decompress at a cafe before the gate, writing—and reading—the backlog of email, curate ~2000 photos from France, and kitting a plan for the weekend.

Speaking of which, looking forward to Jay’s birthday party + he and Jen’s housewarming, riding with Jenny Oh & co in Oakland on Friday before East Bay BBQing, a Tam loop on Saturday, followed by Wanted with Krissy and then We Are Scientists on Sunday. So much for lying low.

Operation act as a native day was a success, winding down at a cafe near Montmartre, drinking beer and reading. Saw parts of Paris not in the guidebook, plied the wares of the very excellent Au Vieux Campeur, stunned by the breadth of the climbing kit and books at their scattering of stores around the Sorbonne.

Had epic failure attemping to visit Fontainbleau, standing in no less than three wrong lines, late for two successive trains, and subjected to a raft of other bad information regarding the location of climbing gyms, availability of de billets on the train, and the location of non-machine purchasing of said billets. A day of detox was good, if extremely frustrating a few times.

Saw 20-odd Metro stops, manged on salami & pickles, cafe et bier. Had countless conversations in broken Franglais with gym employees, shopkeepers and Bureau de Poste guides. Saw probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life get off a train in Rive Gauche. Learned the intricacies of French retail. Saw the “real Paris” according to my new friend. Watched a 2-man brass band with a boombox backup stroll down a narrow street. Bummed my last French cigarette.

The lack of real climbing today strengthened my resolve for some Yosemite time this weekend. Friday will tell if I just crash for 2 days instead.

Yesterday’s events of breakfast, shopping, church-gazing and time with the newlyweds was worth it. We crammed a dozen people into a plaza cafe and watched artists sketch tourists in charcoal while drinking giant beers and eating frites et escargot. Tasty little fuckers, honestly.

I think I’ll find one of those cafes I saw brimming last night in my tipsy walk home from Sacre Couer, and wind down this trip with some wine and good food. Less than 12 hours until I fly home—which after a last-minute check of my calendar I am extremely relieved I didn’t fly to Barcelona this morning. Yay, San Francisco!

Edit: Just nerded out hard with the concierge over Feist; his ringtone, my mix.

Edit 2: The fucking brass band is following me.

Edit 3: According to the bride, I drop the F-bomb too much. C’est la vie.

In no particular order…

Saw my friends get married, which was amazing.

A few late nights, dancing, photographing, wandering. Missed an entire day—Friday—due to events on Thursday, and nearly missed Sunday as well. Saw Japanese urban treehouses, met French skaters and game designers. Hunted down Space Invader art all over Paris. Stumbled upon the epic Paris pride parade, each successive float louder and more over the top than the last.

Salsa danced and made serious karaoke. Got epically drunk. Laughed and danced in the streets of St. Germain. Saw a dozen identical cabaret dancers with their 24 identical nipples at the Crazy Horse. Took a commuter train from Invalides to St. Germain. Saw drunk and happy footie fans yelling in the streets. Lost my sunglasses but managed to hold onto my camera.

Speaking of which, 50mm f/1.4 is built for karaoke. Truth.

Saw impressionist paintings, met annoying Canadians. Gave advice to the 20 year old courted by persistent 18 year old French boys. Attempted to rent bicycles. Met French students on their way to SF and LA. Ate unbelievably good food. Smoked way too many French cigarettes. Polished off pints, Remy, and bottles of champagne. Felt the opposite of guilty noming on foie gras. Still impressed by the sheer unending beauty of this city and the people.

Going to brekkie in the Luxembourg gardens and afterward wander around the outdoor book vendors in the shadow of crazy church restorations. Tomorrow’s my last day in France, and I’m flipping a coin between Versailles, Chartres and Fontainebleau.

While at the rehearsal dinner for my friend SaraJane’s wedding, I received an invitation to another friend’s wedding. This one being particularly special—due to recent changes in law, Erin’s marrying her girlfriend Kerri a year earlier than planned, and the venue’s been changed to California.

Erin and I share the same birthday in March; 3 months after moving to the city I got to share an amazing birthday party with my future good friend. It was at that party I met and became lifelong friends with SaraJane.

I couldn’t be more thrilled for the bride and bride(s) to be. YEAH!

June’s mixtape is built for flights and bus rides, benefit parties and best friends. It’s kind of a 130 BPM multivitamin, or like mixing beer and Coke. Ingredients include both kinds of music: disco and electro, remixed Ibiza house standards, hip-hop and Swedish girl pop. Bobble-headed from SFO-CDG when I should have been sleeping, then spent a few hours over the past four days fine-tuning (mostly purging). My favorite part is probably in the middle, where I stuck Treasure Fingers’ nasty Fergie mix. That, or the Steve Aoki track, which is just plain awesome. I’ve wanted to mix Aoki out of Sexual Earthquake in Kobe for approx. forever. Backyard Astronomy clocks exactly 60 minutes and comes with a simple 3-step plan:

1. Put on dancing shoes.
2. Get a glass of champagne.
3. DANCE

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Tracklist

1. Avenue D — Slut
2. Lime — You’re My Magician
3. Boney M. — Dancing in the Streets
4. Manu Dibango — Soul Makossa (Original Long Version)
5. Röyksopp — 64 position
6. Surkin — White Night Two
7. The Streets — Get Out Of My House
8. Mstrkrft — Easy Love
9. Simian Mobile Disco — It’s the Beat (The Teenagers Remix)
10. Avenue D — 2D2F
11. Kolombo, Compuphonic — Passing Light (Original Mix)
12. (Emo-Thug2) Spektrum/Tiefschwarz Vs. Unk — New 2 Step (DJ Morsy Remix)
13. Feist & Boys Noize — My Moon My Man
14. Crystal Castles — Crimewave (LAZRtag Remix)
15. Inner City — Buena Vida (Carl Craig Mix)
16. MSTRKRFT — Paris vs. Music Sounds Better With You
17. Everything But The Girl — Tracey In My Room (Lazy Dog Bootleg Vocal mix with Soul Vision)
18. Daft Punk — What More Time (Krames Remix)
19. Juiceboxxx and Dre Skull — Center Stage
20. Fergie — Glamorous (feat. Ludacris) (Treasure Fingers remix)
21. Tegan and Sara — Back in Your Head (Tyler Fedchuk’s 1/2ALIVE disco remix)
22. Dre Skull — I Want You Back
23. Sexual Earthquake In Kobe — Dance Music (The Toxic Avenger Remix)
24. Steve Aoki — Goose, Bring It On (with Todd Fink of The Faint guest drop)
25. Maral Salmassi — Fire Gem
26. Yelle — Je Veux Te Voir
27. Lo-Fidelity Allstars & Space Raiders — (I Need The) D
28. Todd Edwards — Far Away
29. C-Ride — Pushin’ (Hensforth’s Skream at Me Remix)
30. Surkin — Next of Kin (Todd Edwards’ Re-Kindled Mix)
31. Lykke Li — Little Bit

Despite best-laid plans to ran sans-map, sans-phrasebook and sans-plan, SaraJane foiled it with an excellent gift bag for all the wedding guests containing—among other prizes—an excellent map, a phrasebook and a hand-made foldout itinerary complete with maps.

We, along with the maid of honor, argued specifics of structure versus business, over carafes of wine, coffee and French cigarettes. Being able to hit the ground—er, walking—yesterday for shock-adjustment to Paris time was great. We caught up, ate meals, took photos, and made an epic supermarket run.

Mule’s T-shirts have proved inadvertently popular in the French capital. Having worn it for 36 hours straight, smoking and unshaven I feel like a native. American Airlines assures me that my misplaced luggage will be back in my possession later today. Been unable to find lactase nor soy lait and frankly I’m getting an urge to nibble chese.

Keeping my fingers crossed that there’s an extra room in a friend’s apartment in St. Germain. My hotel is serviceable, but a hike from the rest of the wedding guests. Enjoying being near Sacre Coeur.

Paris is fucking beautiful, an infinite tangle of new and old, lit up by melodic syllables, scooters and bicycles, warm and light out late. I’m going to go get lost again.

(via FFFFOUND!)

The subject of a few covers and remixes in its 18 months of life, Klaxons’ epic Golden Skans is one of my favorite songs of last year. Baking a mixtape a couple weeks ago, I spliced Mark Ronson’s soulful cover featuring Melbourne’s Daniel Merriwhether with XXXChange’s house remix of Juiceboxxx and Dre Skull’s party anthem Sweat (say that five times fast). It tasted good—so here it is, out of the kitchen:

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Ruined town in China, evacuated and flooded by bursting a dam damaged in the recent quake.

(via NYT)

I’m flattered. Will need to thank my neighbor—she hires designers for Apple.

WWDC 2008

My 24th birthday invitation