in my cd player... Sarge Distant   on the page... Gustave Flaubert Sentimental Education   into... melancholy; reflecting on Paris; all of the SAG videos and DVDs that Michael is sending me; a weekend at home with the parents   almost as good as stella's... One of the most kismet finds in Paris was the elusive anise syrup with which to concoct the most perfect coffee drink ever: Stella's Midnight Silk Mocha (coffee + chocolate + black liquorice = heaven). I started my experimentation first thing this morning after visiting Fresh Fields for chocolate syrup and non-expired milk. A dream.   long lost jim... When we were twenty-three, Jim and I used to go to The Library on High Street. Over endless pitchers of cheap beer, we would talk about turning thirty. But now that our week is actually here, as his birthday follows mine by just six days, he's no where to be found. Long lost in Denver, with his last e-mail date stamped Wednesday, August 16, 2000 5:05 PM.   It just adds to the melancholy.   a sweet surprise... Maybe it's the haphazard circumstance. Or the way he painted his very own picture of Paris with brightly colored walls and a lovers' quarrel. But it's caused a sweet smile on an otherwise slate blue day.   a day to process... In Paris I wrote. And wrote. And though it will take days, I'm pouring over my words to put together a journal of my trip that isn't nearly as abstract and vauge as my insides feel. But be patient. Only one day per day.