Send me to Paris.

I love Paris in the fall.

So here's the deal: I'm turning sixty. My knees are still good. What lights me up is the idea of spending some time in Paris. (There's an all-women show at the Pompidou this year, and I want to commune with all the fine, scantily-clad statuarial babes.)

It's hella irresponsible. I really can't afford it. On the other hand, when I look back on this milestone, will I regret being responsible and staying home? Yes, yes I will.

So that's where you come in: Send me to Paris, and know that you are adding to the happiness in the world.

Thanks, dear ones.

[Jean
in front of a statue that looks suspiciously like her]
[Jean in a beret, taking 
pictures of you. Fronch!]
Ways to pitch in:


For the Paypal-averse:
Jean Sirius, PO Box 9665, Oakland CA 94613.

Or buy a copy of Seeing Double/Rose Windows for half off!
[a handy-dandy 
purple Eiffel-Tower-shaped thermometer]

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