rfi – radio france

I can’t believe my luck. I found the Radio France electronica radio program yesterday, and they uploaded their redesigned website that very night. Now I can’t find that program, their search doesn’t work, and the link to their list of programs is also botched. I’m attemping to use their “Plan du site” but no luck so far. In fact, none of the links on that page that I’ve tried, go anywhere other than an error page.

It’s amazing how browsing a(n unfamiliar) website in a language not native to your own, really forces you to look at their design and actually read what you’re looking at (for comprehension).

That’s it, I’m giving up and going to listen to my chill radio station at I’m sure I tried harder than most people, though.

However, while they committed the prime web design sin of launching a site with most links not working (and it’s not like it’s a little-known, unpopular website – it’s a radio station, for goodness’ sake!), I have to admit it looks much better than it did yesterday. So, go take a look at RFI – Radio France Internationale.


the education of me through television stereotypes

I had the misfortune of seeing my first full episode of Sex and the City last night, as I pounded my feet on the treadmill. After the shows I’ve been watching, such as Dead Like Me and Desperate Housewives, finally seeing Sex and the City was quite the disappointment.

The quality of Sex and the City just isn’t as high as the others I’ve been watching. I found the comedy to be bland, out of reach for me, and I could barely identify with the characters. I’m certainly not as girly-girl as they are – even at thirty years old, presumably when they are in their prime mentally as well as sexually, I just could not see myself in their position, or understand their way of thinking. They all seemed shallow, limited and unfulfilled in such a mundane way.

I suppose I’ve never been big on the dating scene. It’s full of stupid rules and irrational non-sense that just get in the way of two people coming together. So the show is completely wasted on me.

But I did learn about one apparently feminine ritual I have inadvertently taken part in. It includes something called “skinny jeans”.

Yes, I have a pair of jeans that have been around since I was 15 years old. I one day hope to be able to fit into them again, without filling up the waistline completely, as I was able to back then (probably unrealistic as I didn’t have hips back then).

According to Sex and the City, every female does this with a pair of jeans.

I’m so ashamed.