June 21, 1905 was the day when I, JEAN-PAUL-CHARLES-AYMARD SARTRE was born on 13, rue Mignard, XVI in Paris, a fruit of the love between Jean-Baptiste Sartre, a young naval officer dying of fevers of Cochin-China, and Anne Marie Schweitzer, daughter of Charles Schweitzer and cousin of the famous medical missionary Albert Schweitzer. I lost my father when I was a year old. I regret that I was refused the pleasure of making an acquaintance with a father. Also, I enjoy a good orange-ade. Or limeade, for that matter.
My Interests
Being-in-itself, Being-for-itself, ressentiment, bad faith, stamps, Precious Moments figurines
I'd like to meet:
Hell is other people.
Books:
Being and Time, Bridget Jones' Diary
Heroes:
Malraux, Paul Nizan, Ru Paul
My Blog
Bourgeoisie and Bouillabaise
Experienced a setback today.
The potato stew formulations I've worked with thus far have proved to be inauthentic. I will my bouillabaise universally, but it persists in tasting like paste.
The... Posted by Jean-Paul on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST
Tuna Casserole!!!
I find myself trying ever more radical interpretations of traditional dishes, in an effort to somehow express the void I feel so acutely. Today I tried this recipe:
Tuna Casserole
Ingredients: 1 ... Posted by Jean-Paul on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST
Le Sandwich
Spoke with Camus today about my cookbook. Though he has never actually eaten, he gave me much encouragement. I rushed home immediately to begin work. How excited I am! I have begun my formula for a Mo... Posted by Jean-Paul on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST
Omelette #1
I have realized that the traditional omelet form (eggs and cheese) is bourgeois. Today I tried making one out of cigarette, some coffee, and four tiny stones. I fed it to Malraux, who puked. I am enco... Posted by Jean-Paul on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST
