Saturday, December 15, 2007

Chap. 8 - 'Jules et Gin' Pt. 2


The History of Gin
or
A Fox's Tail



Is Life Existential?   You Decide.
by   ' Colorado '  Gumi
...I n s p i r e d By T r u e E v e n t s...


Chapter 8

Jules et Gin

Partie Deux


(see Part 1) ...Jules subsequently was raised by his bachelor uncle Robert -- yes, Bob's his uncle -- who lived in Tours. At the time Robert's passion was the life of Charles (the Hammer) Martel, the illegitimate son of Pippin the Middle and his concubine Alpaida, who defeated the Moors at Tours in 732 (that is, Charles defeated them, not the lovely Alpaida).

Jules' paternal grandfather was captured northeast of Paris during the Fall of France and spent the war in Germany as a POW. He stayed in the army after the war and subsequently was killed in Indochina by one of those nasty Viet-Minh bamboo booby traps.

Jules' maternal grandfather was a minor Vichy official who was arrested by the Free French shortly before the end of the war and spent some time in prison for his rather unavoidable collaboration with the Germans. After his release he moved his family, including Yvonne, from their home in Algeria to France when the trouble started. He invested in a winery and spent the rest of his life in relative affluence.

Jules studied at L'Ecole Technique in Tours, graduated from the University of Paris as an Engineer and decided to study law at Cornell. His family was well-to-do, thanks to his mother's inheritance and his father's investments in telecommunications and German industrial corporations, so they could well afford to splurge on his whims. He really just wanted to come to America to play and make useful contacts...

Jules also has some fairly close relations in Quebec, whom he visits occasionally.

Gin met Jules at a Frat party. . .Delta House or something. . .on the 5th of November, 2004. She maintained a casual acquaintance afterwards, mainly just running into him at Starbuck's. . .once with her car, actually.

Although he is not interested in Gin sexually (leaves more for the rest of us), he shares several interests with her, not the least of which is ladies' fashion. They both know some of the same models in the NYC scene.

He also is a cross dresser. Moreover, Jules sees no humor in the "French Castle" scenes of the movie "Monty Python and the Holy Grail."

Jules took up smoking as a teenager, mainly just to be cool, but stopped soon after his 19th birthday because it affected his endurance in the amateur bicycle racing that had become his obsession shortly before that time. He drinks like a fish.

On coming to America Jules made a point of buying the gaudiest American car he could find. He drives a red Ford 350 Crew-Cab Pickup truck that gets 11 mpg in city and 15 mpg in highway driving. It could have been a Hummer but that tired cliche clashed with the quirkiness central to Jules' character. The point is for his car to be something no one expects a Frenchman ever to want and everyone knows all Frenchmen love hummers.

At Starbuck's all Jules orders is a large, black House-Blend coffee. He feels the coffee at Starbuck's is worse than mediocre (this isn't legendary French snobbery. . .the coffee at Starbuck's really is worse than mediocre) but he goes there anyway because there's always a crowd he can work to his advantage. He often poses as Euro-trash.

Two of Jules' great-grandfathers were killed at Verdun in World War I -- oddly enough. . .by each other -- oddlier still. . .on different days.

Another great-grandfather actually fought on the German side. He was French but got confused in all the excitement and enlisted in the wrong army -- He always had a lousy sense of direction. No one held the treason against him very long. . .he was released from prison in 1925 and by 1932 family, friends and neighbors all had forgiven him. Eventually when the subject arose everyone got a good giggle over his dopey mistake during "The Great War" (World War I). They joked, with prophecy probably unintended, that he'd learned his lesson and wouldn't make that same mistake again. And he didn't at the outbreak of World War II ("The Even Greater War"). But alas he was caught up in a Vichy sweep of "volunteers" for German industry and spent the duration in Munich making Coo Coo clocks, apparently a vital war resource for the Nazis.

Just to round out the history, Jules' fourth great-grandfather was an Irish World War I pilot in the Royal Air Corps who had an affair with, and knocked up, Jules' fourth great-grandmother (she liked this wiggle thing he did right at the end, especially when she wiggled back) although she, a French woman, was married to a quite inattentive Frenchman working at the French Colonial Department. The scandal was know to the family but hushed and never discussed. The cuckold husband, the ersatz great-grandfather, was later discovered in bed with another man by that man's wife, who shot them both dead where they lay using a Colt's .44 40 Peacekeeper revolver. She managed to avoid the guillotine and in fact, was acquitted at her trial. The revolver had been a gift to someone in her family from 'Buffalo Bill' Cody during a performance of his famous Wild West Show on European tour.

The man-killing wife's name was Sophia Helene DeCarlo and she had red hair. Sophia killed the two with just one shot -- preoccupied at the time, they didn't notice she'd entered the room. It was a Tuesday.

Gin figured her dad might suspect the bachelor uncle, Robert, who raised Jules after he lost his parents, also was homosexual. In fact this is not the case. Rather the unfortunate Robert was, and still is, an eunuch thanks to a tragic accident at l'ecole when a classmate, a best friend, accidentally sliced Robert's testicles off with a Napoleonic era sword the friend had brought to school to share with the class -- He shared rather too much of it with Robert. The sword had been carried in the wars by his friend's ancestor, who was an admired officer, named Guy, on Napoleon's staff. Robert's puberty had advanced sufficiently for him to develop and retain some manly traits but he never was the same afterward and didn't marry. To this day no one really knows what happened. Jules' Uncle Robert has no memory of the event and his friend, realizing what he'd done, went quite mad.

In reaction to the accident, which received some press, the French government enacted legislation forbidding the removal of Napoleonic era swords from their scabbards in French public schools and libraries. Scabbardless Napoleonic era swords could not be taken to school at all. The day the story hit the papers it was rainy in Paris, with a hope of clearing skies toward evening.

Although during the French Revolution Jules' ancestors were a mixed bag of Royalist and Republican, in the Napoleonic Wars the ones left were all staunchly pro-Napoleon. . .funny how that works out.

Jules' current paramour... actually for the last 5 months or so... is named Travis Astor. He's a cowboy type from a big-time ranching and wheat farming family in Manhattan who is studying business. . .that is, the kind of finance stuff Broker/Traders do.

Until 5 months ago Travis believed he was straight -- as did we all. And until that time he had a girlfriend. . .a beautiful and engaging young fox with ready smile and flashing brown eyes from New York City; she has a studio apartment near where Seinfeld and Kramer live. However Travis was inept around women; wavering between clueless and Victorian when push came to shove, so to speak, in the relationship (if you get my drift). After Travis was spectacularly dumped (with due cause) by his girlfriend in an Oscar-worthy performance precipitated by a particular moment of relationship incompetence, Jules stumbled across the wreckage somehow and they've been bosom buddies ever since. It's a wonder, though, how a guy who didn't know what to do with a woman in a short skirt does know what to do with a dude in the same outfit. (...but now I'm lost myself -- is Travis made-up or real? I think he's real.)

Jules once admonished Gin for the "ambiguous use of pronouns" in her conversation. She found this criticism unacceptably cheeky. . .especially coming from HER figment. . .and she cooled their acquaintance for a short while to drive home the point.


Anywho, she tested the Jules identity with several school friends to see if the profile held water, which it did in buckets. In fact -- though they never met him -- everyone liked Jules better than any of the real people they knew, which is a sad commentary on her friends but a big tribute to Gin's imagination. Not surprisingly one friend, someone or other's roommate, claimed to know he wasn't a bit gay because she already had slept with him several times and he was hot.


To Be Continued

Saturday, December 1, 2007

Chap. 8 - 'Jules et Gin' Pt. 1


The History of Gin
or
A Fox's Tail



Is Life Existential?   You Decide.
by   ' Colorado '  Gumi
...I n s p i r e d By T r u e E v e n t s...


Chapter 8

Jules et Gin

Partie Un


There is nothing remarkable about the so-called "Imaginary Friends" of childhood. Sprogs, Ankle-Biters and Rugrats of all stripes and persuasions routinely conjure these figments from the collective subconscious for whatever reasons. No indeed, there's nothing at all remarkable about imaginary friends. And even if there were something remarkable about imaginary friends, it's impossible to assess the damage such apparitions may do to the afflicted Sprog because by the time the "friend" appears no one can reconstruct what the Brat's normal life would've been had it never been imagined... Once conjured, the damage has been done. Yes, it definitely may be as much as 65% certain there is no harm done by such flights of fancy, assuming of course that it is a fancy and not some Pan-Dimensional Being, Super-Intelligent Space Alien or outright Demon that is trying to hijack the Rugrat's psyche for it's own nefarious agenda, like in that Star Trek episode (starring William Shatner as Captain Kirk).

However, Ginny's imaginary friend WAS remarkable because she was 21 and in second year at Cornell Law when Jules first made his appearance.


[Author's Note: Truthfully, it's unfair to juxtapose the first silly discussion of the proverbial "Imaginary Friend" of childhood with the second unrelated discussion of an identity Ginny allegedly made up. The first discussion segues expertly into the second as if they are related, and by this association, the absurd flavor of the first permeates the second, adding to it an unwarranted taste of the ridiculous. Probably there is a scholarly lawyer term that I don't know for such tricks of rhetoric.

In fact, the entire exercise is a skillful ploy to be funny. Probably there is also a scholarly comedic term that I don't know for such tricks of humor.

Yet cleverly twisting or better still, completely fabricating the truth is my way. And like the guy said in that 'Dangerous Liaisons' movie, "It's beyond my control" anyways...]


Jules grew from a discussion Ginny had with a particular friend (who's identity is irrelevant, especially if it was me) concerning that person's desire to know Gin's father's opinion of certain Wall Street investments. Everyone knows that Mr. Mullins, though staunchly recalcitrant, is a Certified Genius with the Midas touch -- like Lex Luthor.

As anyone with casual knowledge of Sherlock Holmes, M. Poirot or Nero Wolfe knows, one must be circumspect when dealing with geniuses because they quickly deduce everything from one or two facts and wind up knowing all your business, even what happened in the elevator. (I know this for a fact, as I do it all the time myself.) So Gin was wary of just coming out and asking her father's opinion on anything since one could fill a large Japanese trawler with tuna using all the cans of worms it opens. Besides what's the point of studying law if one's going to approach things in a simple, direct and open manner; that's the way engineers do things.

Sitting there with her friend, mulling over the request, Gin figured she could start by asking her father if he thinks a person... without naming names... should put money into Google now that it's pulled back some or if it's better to wait because it's going to drop even more. Then under the inevitable pressure of his interrogation -- at such times being prepared and not blinking are paramount -- she could drop a name. . .Jules. . . which just popped into her head, as random names often do.

Working through the scenarios she figured the next time her dad called -- for whatever, maybe to ask if she had the 24K service done on the Beemer -- she'ld open with something along the lines of, "No I didn't get it serviced because the dudes at the dealership undress me with their eyes. By the way. . .Google has dropped quite a bit lately. Do you think it will recover and if so, is this the low or will it drop more before jumping back up."

He might say, "Well, with the skimpy skirts you wear I can't imagine it takes much for anyone's eyes to remove them. But surely you aren't interested in investments. . .why are you asking?"

Artfully controlling the conversation, she replies "Ah well... Yes I am interested but actually I was going by Starbuck's where I ran into my friend..."

He interjects, "OHMYGOD WITH YOUR CAR!!"

She continues, "NO, NOT with my car! ...My old friend, Jules, an exchange student from France that I know (whom, for those already lost in the intrigue, she made up), and he was talking about Google and it got me interested, what with it's spectacular rise and fall. And anyways, I can't just be a pretty face and sweet smile my whole life (...as her adoring father, he ignores rather than concedes this point)."

Undoubtedly he would respond, "Is this Jules a boyfriend?"

And she shrewdly moves her next chess piece, "Oh No... no way. He's homosexual." In his mind this changes Jules from being a person that he might actually have to meet someday to a theoretical entity. . . the kind of young dude a daughter's father can really like.

At this point Ginny assured her friend she just needs to sit back and take copious notes as her dad waxes expansively on his profound understanding of Google's potentiality.

Then she would add, "And you know, the girl behind the counter at Starbuck's, who by the way must weigh at least 300 lbs., was talking about the New York Stock Exchange IPO... Is that something to jump on now? Because when she mentioned it, a guy behind the counter, I think his name was Seth, said that the Chicago Mercantile Exchange went public a few years ago and it's stock has soared 3 or 4 times in the last year or two."

And again he would expound, up and down, about these investments. In closing he might even let slip the prospective release date for "Doom 4." It was a most cunning plan -- a piece of cake or as Brits say, Robert's your father's brother. Ginny beamed in all her sagacious splendor.

But the more she thought about it -- brainstorming the many scenarios and wheels within wheels -- the more she believed the character of this phantom French person should be expanded in case of probing questions during the cross-examination. In this way Jules was born...


His full name is Jules Claude Moulin. He is 5'10" with curly auburn hair and green eyes. He wears contact lenses and has one front tooth expertly capped as a result of tripping on a cobble stone at the age of 12 during a visit to Rheims with his family.

His father is named Henri Claude Moulin and his mother, Yvonne Marie -- with the maiden name DuArtie. She had her tits "done" in the 70's. . .pretty good work for that era, although a tad too firm.

During a holiday trip to Spain in the 1990's, both of his parents were killed in the explosion of a bomb planted by Basque Separatists. The Bomb was built by Stephan Catillia and left in a bag beside a Post Office by Carlos Sanchez. Afterwards Sanchez agonized over the bombing because he'd slipped the phone number of a really hot chick he met that day in the bag without thinking and it was blown to bits... (see Part 2)


To Be Continued