joined on 01/16/06
last updated 01/26/07
about me
curious, enjoy the corridors of a museum
as much as concerts, (as long as it's not
too big of a crowd), as much as the shade of a tree.
I don't mind getting rained on, from time to time,
so I habitually ignore cabbies' incessant honking for a fare,
failing as they do to get my attention.
Dual-citizenship and wouldn't dismiss moving back to France one day.
Easily moved by
sounds,
colors,
ambience.
A chameleon, of sorts
a transparent agenda
always truthful.
Able to dance,
fly,
dream,
sing,
climb,
wander.
Make generous allowance for,
your inner child to shine,
and be silly from time to time.
failed attempts
to stifle a giggle
at a baptism,
a symphony,
are especially
endearing.
Use the bicycle
you may own
whenever
humanly possible.
You right me,
when
I'm wrong.
chicago at 5:02pm work-day
commuters 5:03 pm work-day.
a welcome stop upon my travels in Mali.
It’s not often that
An image on television
Can provoke deep
From-the-belly laughter
It was a cheeky segment
Wednesday on the Daily Show
About a man with 9,000 friends
And his world on MySpace
So it got to me to thinking
Recalling a profile when
I first landed scripted
I’m not a friend whore
So I cautiously left my
Little nest of a place
And accumulated some friends
Here and there in the
Small little corners and crevices
Like the old brick farmhouse in
Normandy where as a child
I would find and build my
Collection of snails each having
Its own moniker, though some
Probably sharing the same name
So difficult to tell them apart
Avatars really in this child’s mind
But each I hoped, fantasized
Had its own identity
So like that special little box
Where I kept my magnificent creatures
Feeding them blades of grass
Nurturing as best I knew how
Some snails grew weary
No longer interacting, sharing
And I would set those free
For the little world, my special box
I had built and placed them in
Was dreamy and fanciful for me
but an enclosure for them
My friends, les escargots
Doting them with affection
Attention and caress
But not all 30 or more of
My precious pets were happy there
And it took a full, long summer
For me to appreciate and get that
Salut to all my nine
thousand tribal friends
Like Mister. T,
Because he’s Asian
And drinks tea
There are other places,
With preening and bravado
But there is no abuse in that
Tribes creates communities
That provision of fellowship
My friends are
Alluring but far
Remote but tactile
Virtual but soulful
Expressive and playful
That is why I’m here
Even in the quietest moments
The signature clicks of keystrokes
Each word a gesture
Every missive my love,
purchase and sustenance
May 3, 2006
Patrick is a sweet dreamer who rocks my rocker and not my boat :D mixed with a business man...interresting mixin"! niCE SWEET MAN that I might never meet but interresting and sweet person that i would like to meet maybe someday if we ever are in the same "hemisphere" or mental planet...Hugs to you and keep smiling! Veronique
April 26, 2006
my sweete centaurianpatrician friend.
your wordes
your lovenkindenessladenauaras
your empatheye
your soulkinship
your care for theenmenthemaswell ....
rawxxx my worlde, my boat...
ma grrrrlcoeur.
merci so fukkkin beaucoup for your kinship ....
and see you at Oure Ende ...
Arcadia's nice this time o'yr rite????
lauren clare b
xoxxxxxxox
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I recently returned from a beautiful trip to that little far-away state named Oklahoma.
I've heard it called captivating, haunted, and neighborly. Everyone says hello there
and all are fretful they may not have the opportunity to convey a kindness before
you take leave. One sees this from the grocery store clerk, postman, and the affability
of the officer handing you a traffic ticket.
My natural father's family is from there and Chicago aside, (my other American home)
I came from an idyllic childhood in Normandy. Oklahoma was always a sublime place
to rest one's bones. My last visit there, this past week, was full of hope, fellowship and
kindness. I wish all places were like this. And despite or perhaps, because of the combined
savagery of the storm and its resulting graceful beauty of an ice-laden land, it reminds me of
the symmetry that exists most everyplace, if one is in accord to the spirit around them.
Peace and enjoy some of the storm pics I have posted on my profile. ~ Patrick
Thu, January 18, 2007 - 6:21 PM
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Peace Corps. Ketonou, Benin, West Africa.
Old Country friends and me after a good round of Calvados ~ vers Bayeux, Normandië, France.
July 1st. 2006 Taste of Chicago
random. but an extraordinary bride and groom. chicago. June 30.
Posing latinas. July 1st. Taste of Chicago.
1 yo patrick, me! moi. en paris, avec tonton Jean , the journey begins.
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