Swiss Bit



It's Not Just Me....
Ok, maybe I contributed to this, but I refuse to take full blame:

Le fromage au top!
Les Suisses sont toujours plus friands de fromage. L'an dernier,
ils en ont englouti en moyenne 21,7 kilos chacun, soit 430 grammes
de plus qu'en 2007. Cette augmentation est surtout due aux fromage
importés, la consommation indigéne restant stable.La mozzarella
remporte la palme (2,4 kilos), suivie du Gruyére AOC (1,84)
et du Raclette suisse (1,32).

from 24 Heures Mars 21

Translation:Cheese on top! The Swiss are increasingly fond of cheese. Last year, they have swallowed an average of 21.7 kilos each, 430 grams more than in 2007. This increase is mainly due to imported cheese, the remaining indigenous consumption stable.La mozzarella wins the palm (2.4 kg), followed by Gruyére AOC (1.84) and the Swiss Raclette (1.32).

Swiss Bit


So in an effort lose some of the padding I've acquired over the last 12 months of eating cheese, tasty bread, potatoes, cream and chocolate, I've been trying to go for a walk everyday.And, I bring the camera along, because you never know who you might meet.




This surprised looking, but not unfriendly fellow was enjoying the forest which was traversed by this small river.Today I thought I'd walk towards the chateau that's in the next village over.




and this is the view on the walk back home.

Information, Knowledge, Wisdom


I found the above video over at Adbusters as well as a really interesting project called One Flag.
"We invite you to create a flag – free from language and well-worn clichés – that embodies the idea of global citizenship"

You can vote on your favorite flag for 5 more days. This was my favorite:

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Swiss Bit


I noticed these 'passengers' in a parked car the other day.




What initially caught my eye was the fellow with the bright yellow torso and the large grin. He looked quite pleased to be on an outing.A closer examination revealed that all was not as cheery as it seemed.



The evil monkeys to the right were threatening to suffocate the poor creature with the velveteen heart pillow and what I thought was a happy grin was in fact a cry for help.It was obvious that this poor fellow had suffered severe abuse, subjected to the rack until his forearms were as long as his legs and it looked as if his ears had been removed to be sent off with the ransom note.And what of the other passengers (conspirators)?



The hounds of hell, with a toothless lion (possibly a former kidnappee now suffering from the Stockholm Syndrome) were ready to drag the poor yellow fellow onto the backseat and tear him to shreds.



On lookout was this shifty eyed character, who had already rendered the teeny tan bear immobile. Cool as a clam, the tilt of his hat and the thin lipped grin that let me know that nothing was going on here, move along.Kermit made a last ditch bid for attention, despite having lost his arms and his pupils.

I don't know how common toynapping is in Switzerland, but I will have to keep my eyes peeled from now on.

LCOTM

Motown 50




Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmarvin.

Paris Hit Big G In The Head

We took the Max to Paris last month, where he climbed the Awful Tower (actually we rode the elevator up because it was night and the stairs were closed), made him absorb some art at the Louvre and some history at the Musee de Paris,ride the Metro, wander around Notre Dame (and pose for appropriately touristy pictures) and let him drink beers at sidewalk cafes. A good time was had by all, except for the part where a street leapt up and hit Big G on the head and caused me to lose my balance and my wallet at the same time.Or maybe I lost my balance and that's when the street hit Big G in the head, and really, I have no idea what happened to my wallet.