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zana16Oh boy. Thirteen pages (2 papers) to research and write before 5 pm tomorrow. I have a little under 24 hours. I can do this. I can do this.
Paris continues to be cold, tho almost all the snow has melted. Of course I managed to have my annual slip-on-ice-and-fuck-knees-up-for-another-year last night. Good God. It's already a large, purple bruise, though luckily my jeans survived intact.
Have not seen Leslie since I gave her my screenplay to read on Thursday. Naturally, freaking out now. Maybe she'll hate me. I mean, I put really raw, violent, and unimpeded emotions into that thing. Maybe she'll be scared of me. Maybe she'll never speak to me again and I'll be miserable in Paris for the entire semester. Maybe I need to stop listening to my inner voice of insecurity.
Went to see the French version of "the projects" with my prof yesterday. They're really, like, wow. Learned muchly about French culture and socialism.
So, I'm working for an org founded by the Socialist Party. Hee hee! Cousin George W. would have conniptions, but I prefer not to acknowledge the monkeys hanging out in that particular branch of my family tree. If only the rest of the world could do the same....
In Dijon, there are apparently too many churches. One was completely closed, another was being used as a theatre (not a bad idea, really), but the one I didn't understand was the church now used as the Chamber of Commerce. I mean, dude. Don't they see the irony in installing the market gods in a former house of worship? They're French; they've read Marx. This is the country that reelected de Gaulle after the student protests and strikes of '68 because they were afraid that the Communist Party was gaining too much power and the students wouldn't replace the cobblestones unless fascism continued. Oh, sorry, did I say fascism? I meant gaullisme. My point is, these people are supposed to think about things like this. They know about economic theory. And since it's impossible for the French bureaucracy to have an actual sense of humor, I have to assume that I am the only one who finds this wonderfully, ironicly hilarious. The poor, poor world.
Paris continues to be cold, tho almost all the snow has melted. Of course I managed to have my annual slip-on-ice-and-fuck-knees-up-for-another-year last night. Good God. It's already a large, purple bruise, though luckily my jeans survived intact.
Have not seen Leslie since I gave her my screenplay to read on Thursday. Naturally, freaking out now. Maybe she'll hate me. I mean, I put really raw, violent, and unimpeded emotions into that thing. Maybe she'll be scared of me. Maybe she'll never speak to me again and I'll be miserable in Paris for the entire semester. Maybe I need to stop listening to my inner voice of insecurity.
Went to see the French version of "the projects" with my prof yesterday. They're really, like, wow. Learned muchly about French culture and socialism.
So, I'm working for an org founded by the Socialist Party. Hee hee! Cousin George W. would have conniptions, but I prefer not to acknowledge the monkeys hanging out in that particular branch of my family tree. If only the rest of the world could do the same....
In Dijon, there are apparently too many churches. One was completely closed, another was being used as a theatre (not a bad idea, really), but the one I didn't understand was the church now used as the Chamber of Commerce. I mean, dude. Don't they see the irony in installing the market gods in a former house of worship? They're French; they've read Marx. This is the country that reelected de Gaulle after the student protests and strikes of '68 because they were afraid that the Communist Party was gaining too much power and the students wouldn't replace the cobblestones unless fascism continued. Oh, sorry, did I say fascism? I meant gaullisme. My point is, these people are supposed to think about things like this. They know about economic theory. And since it's impossible for the French bureaucracy to have an actual sense of humor, I have to assume that I am the only one who finds this wonderfully, ironicly hilarious. The poor, poor world.
