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Name: jon
Birthday: 5/19/1979
Gender: Male
Interests: nature, tv, movies, food, drink, people, art, music, comedy, foreign things
Expertise: fixing broken stuff, making new things to brake, braking things that aren't already broken, blaming someone for something i broke, being found out for blaming the breaking of something on someone else, appologizing for trying to get away with blaming someone else for something i broke
Occupation: Artist
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Website: visit my website
AIM:  jhegner@mac.com
Member Since:
9/10/2003
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Dang Xanga, always seems to get away from you. To be honest though, I am as 'anti-blog' as they get. I've got a blog-esque element to my website if that interests you. I call them 'frequents'. Check it out.
So I live in the Alps now. I am an intern at a small Protestant Evangelical church here. I mostly preach, make films and lead a small group. It is a real blast. The added bonus is that I live in a postcard.
I'll be an intern for two years, then I might try my hand at a master's degree in sociology at the university of Geneva in neighboring Switzerland.
So that is that. I really don't want to spend too much time on this site, but I've loaded some pictures nonetheless, just to please the people at xanga. Go to my real site. The password to get in is 'jonboy'. | | |
| An interesting bug decided to visit me, and has been making my waking hours somewhat of a nuisance... come to think of it... my sleeping hours aren't all that great either. A good thing about being ill is the chance to cancel all obligations and take a good rest. Funny how I seem to wait until I'm taken sick to schedule a break.
Sorbonne classes are a hoot. I'm learning lots about locutions, concordance de temps, and accordance du participe passé. Fun stuff really... but it seems this whole foreign language thing is a bigger piece of pie than I first reckoned it was.
So plans are for sure now that I will move down somewhere near Annecy next summer... presumably near a beautiful single french woman who is attracted to foreign protestant pastors... and some mountains that I can look at in the evening with my tea. Plans are also in motion for the arrangement of hounds... but these are not as certain.
Less than a month and I'm in Wisconsin... sipping hot cider, eating chocolate and watching the snow fall. I'm very content to go there for Christmas as there is little to nothing in Europe for me... as far as family goes... at least not yet.
I'm off tonight to see an American friend play her harp for a contemporary exhibition focussing on the future practical lives of super models... very relevant indeed. Should be good for a laugh. Only in Paris. | | |
| - so i guess i'm updating this monthly now... still more often than my neglected website. good thing there are no laws against website neglect. it is comforting to know that my life revolves less around the internet than i would have first thought.
i'm back at the sorbonne now, taking superior level grammar, phonetics, a french politics class and another on the approach to life in general in france. no new friends yet, though there are some potentials. i will ask for their applications soon.
in the meantime, i've started my new nightly schedule of soup cooking... and eating. it is especially good with some nice creamy french cheese and a baguette. je suis presque français.
as for this christmas, it is official now that i will hop on a plane the 18th of december and get off of it in snowy appleton... where there is highly anticipated mexican cuisine. i'll be back on this side of the pond the 2nd of january. how God has indeed smiled upon me.
oh, and i'm letting my hair grow out. a new picture will come when i'm satisfied with it. | | |
| it is possible to burn one's lips to an incredible extent without the use of scolding coffee or freshly baked pizza. i burned mine with the cunning use of salt water from the mediterranean sea and a good dose of southern french sun. once burned to that extent... lips actually peal... but not before they form really funny looking scabs that induce one to look in the mirror a few more instants before going out on the town.... or dropping the pursuit of a social life altogether.
after a few days on the côte d'azur soaking up the sun and visiting such places as st. tropez, cannes and monaco, i have returned to paris. i am not yet involved with classes, as they will start sometime beginning october... i should probably look into that more closely.
i left the balmy south in order to search for my parents at charles de gaulle international airport... and with much skill... i found them and brought them back to my apartment so they could slowly shutdown... they are sleeping in my bed at the moment.
we plan to do and see much, but nothing is more pressing on our agenda than to sit and stair at each other for a while. it has been over a year since i have seen them in person. how God has indeed smiled upon me! | | |
| holland is a place where biking and sailing within community living has been perfected. it helps very much that the entire country is flat... imagine riding a bike for hours without even a small hill.
and their bikes there: they are really heavy... not just, 'oh i can't lift your bike with one hand, it must be really heavy'... the bikes they have there are like cars... or at least like bikes that came out of the 70's... truly heavy metal... strictly function. people insure their bikes in holland. also, you don't have to find a lightpost or a sign to chain it to. they have convenient little built-in bike locks. everyone seems to respect that enough... and if not, you're insured.
this past weekend was my first time sailing. i really liked it. i think i could really get into sailing and its ajoining image: dark, leathery skin... lots of chest and back hair... some stubble... eyes that seem to forever squint... the rope burned hands. sailing is really peaceful... and in being concerned with a sport that is just that... one can pull off the style of "i can't be bothered with anything else but sitting in a boat, playing with the wind." ... which is a really cool style.
i recommend holland if you get the time. granted, i wasn't in amsterdam or any other big city. this was perhaps my first vacation where i focussed only on spending meaningful relaxing time catching up with a friend. it was terrific. i'd do it again in a heartbeat. | | |
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