Bonjour, mes amis! The calendar of the republic during the French Revolution may be the single worst use of the usually superior decimal system. Who wants a 10-day work week? But I find charming the name-days which replaced saints with things of the earth--the idea was to completely secularize even the calendar. Thus, I was born in Fructidor, the month of fruit--but my birthday falls on the day of Watermelon. Not my very favorite fruit--why not framboise?--, but then Orion would have been born in Pluviose, on Broccoli day! (He does like broccoli at least.) Here's the list, chez wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_revolution_calendar
Here's the little guy, because I haven't taken a picture of him eating broccoli, eating something crunchy and delicious, namely "kra-ka."
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
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I am flint! Flint--not the warmest, most friendly item, but I guess that's what I get for being born in the dead of winter.
At least Peter is a cheery, personable eggplant!
I loved this site and I can't wait to share with Shane! Thanks!
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