Non mais c’était trop fort, le best way to start the week is perched on a table in some office in the French department at NYU, connecting to FranceZi-R and laughing it up with Maud because 2 bo j. h. ch 2 bel j. f. pour écouter musique de merde et + si aff. Seven in the evening, after I booked it downtown after class, after we were greeted with one technohiccup after another—an iBook that wouldn’t connect to the network, a PC that didn’t have speakers, a mouse that refused to mouse, connectable speakers that refused to speak, toutes ces conneries—after we finally invaded a vacated office and hooked up with the live online forum, the scene was madness. With no way of actually hearing the radio show, we were reduced to singing whatever words we knew of whatever songs were listed: “Shakin that ass, shakin that ass.” Delirious with hunger and a half-success, some of us sprawled on the table while others of us leaned back with a smoke. Bordel c’était merveilleux. Gaaaaab on t’aaiimmmeeeeeeuuuhhh!!!!