Coincidence

Things are very strange sometimes. I mean listen to this:

I just spent 2 days in Rouen to audit one of my company’s offices there. For two days I sat with Englishmen going through every single aspect of their job. For those of you who are not too savvy on French history, Rouen is the place where Joan of Ark was barbecued by the English in 1431. The office of my company is actually located on the square where the first barbie took place.

Joan of Ark (may she burn rest in peace) saved France from the English but eventually got burnt by them while I spent 2 days grilling Englishmen. That’s fair I’d say.

In spite of my questions, the Englishmen invited me to the restaurant. The oldest inn in France. Can you believe that this place started serving food in 1345! Already 86 years before the first ever open air medieval barbecue took place (and still on the same square). So isn’t that amazing that my colleagues were thankful and actually treated me to a delicious lunch in spite of my neverending investigations! I conducted the audit together with a colleague whom I hadn’t met for years. We tried to remember where we had seen each other last time. It’s only when I realized it was in Istanbul, Turkey that I understood…

HAPPY THANKSGIVING.

I’m thankful for coincidence today.

And here are some pics of the Thanksgiving party I was invited to last Saturday (at my friends Jean-Pierre Lamour and Miss America) where everybody had to cook something. I made the pecan pie and Favorite Mr. B made the unidentified dish hidden by crackers & cream.
Marshmallows on Sweet PotatoesPumkin PieTurkey & Garlic mash potatoesStuffingPecan PieMr. B’s Mysterious RecipeJP Lamour & Ms. AmericaJP Lamour fixing the TurkeyBlueberry Pie

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Mother-in-law = Woman Hitler

I’m back from Lisbon, I feel I should tell you about our trip there. But this was a city I liked so much that I just don’t know where to start. I’m extremely busy at work these days and don’t have much time to write anything. Plus, I’m turning into such a sociable monster, I mean check this out, all my evenings are booked up this week: theater, Scandiavian club, cocktail party and exhibition tonight, Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow night, house-warming party on Saturday night and game-brunch on Sunday. By Sunday night I should be really tired of meeting people and will hopefully have had my dose of social contacts for a while. Since I don’t have much time to write about my trip + pictures + tell you about the fact that I totally fell in love with the 3 P’s: Portuguese People and Pastries,  in the meantime, let me treat you to some interesting anagrams I received by email today.

The following anagrams are just too good to be true. Someone either has some time to waste or is a killer at Scrabble:

Dormitory = Dirty Room
Desperation = A Rope Ends It
The Morse Code = Here come Dots
Slot Machines = Cash Lost in ’em
Animosity = Is No Amity
Mother-in-law = Woman Hitler
Snooze Alarms = Alas! No More Z’s
Alec Guinness = Genuine Class
Semolina = Is No Meal
The Earthquakes = That Queer Shake
Eleven plus two = Twelve plus one
Contradiction = Accord not in it
Astronomer = Moon Starer
Princess Diana = End Is A Car Spin
Year Two Thousand = A Year To Shut Down
 

This one’s amazing: [From Hamlet by Shakespeare]
To be or not to be: that is the question, whether tis nobler in
the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. =
In one of the Bard’s best-thought-of tragedies, our insistent
hero, Hamlet, queries on two fronts about how life turns rotten.
Politicians:
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George Bush = He bugs Gore
Ronald Reagan = A darn long era
 Margaret Thatcher = That great charmer     (hmmm!!)
The Conservative Party = Teacher in vast poverty
And the grand finale:
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“That’s one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind.”
Neil A. Armstrong =
A thin man ran; makes a large stride; left planet, pins flag on
moon! On to Mars!