Play Yann Tiersen. Fatal thing, to never undertake a winter evening. Outside, the snow falling: we announced the first snowstorm. Lights in my room I enjoyed my apples. I do not feed me that it for some time. To think that I will turn into apple! And between two paragraphs of my files, I give myself a few minutes, and put music by Yann Tiersen. What I want to give the film Goodbye Lenin probably ... Or maybe Amelie Poulain. Watch the Montmartre yellowed by the camera of Jean-Pierre Jeunet, laugh again these beautiful stories poulainesques and move me a bit at the end. I find myself even dreaming of the cafes. Place du Calvaire or Place of the Griffon, who cares: a table and a chair to sip a mint in the water, a good book in hand, or with, sing together Jeanne Moreau's, remember good memories, looking at life, but especially this afternoon who was present at night. Nothing really Quebecois anything winter. Just a need for heat, light, summer, and especially simplicity.
Logout. Who said working end of the session said. Everything is accelerating, and I see the hours pass at an incredible speed. Things escape me, I have no time to work even one aspect or another. I would like to see everything, do everything, whether for Cross or Jovette Bernier. I would like to read, exhausting details, but Targets are already there. In two and a half weeks, it will be finished this fall session. Vacation. Winter session. Then nothing. In any case here. I'm only here for four months and everything has spun so fast. Any part, and sometimes brings me to the idea that one day he will have to go well. Some prepare their luggage, my neighbors have finished their exchange university, we must return to France for her. I still have time before me, but this first departure is one step closer to an end that is closer, faster and faster.
But before work. Before, folders, parts and subparts to find some books to analyzed. I realize that I never work as much as that, and I like it. Even in preparation. But perhaps just as I do that really works because all required work is what I like, what I expected. And above all, perhaps because my work is mainly research. I had never done this before. And I realize how much it moves me. Cross itself is not something that suits me seriously! Books to read during the course of Quebec literature are sometimes not attractive, quite the contrary! But what I like in this curriculum in such mastery that I do is research. Digging around, find the least interesting article on this or that, put new words on a text, find a different angle of approach to what has been done in the past. We are talking about me theses; I evolve with doctoral students and I read memoirs and books written by brilliant researchers. A track for the future? A dig, definitely. Increasingly, the word "theory" is an anchor in this imaginary future that changes all the time in me. And why not make a word permanent ...
I pass this melancholy moment (but definitely not sad !!!!!) to tell the wonderful story that gives birth to a smile on everyone's lips in recent days. Wednesday 1 December. Final conference, seminar for media culture and literature. Tiring day, during which I run on my subject Cross. Excellent, depending on the teacher and his students in doctorate. I'm proud of myself. Not too fast, Adrian! You'll do well to be ridiculous now! That's what happens. The night after dance rehearsal, I went to the Pavillon De Koninck. I have a passion to chocolate milk (I lose my appetite, this adventure I will have made it clear!). Arriving in the hall where are distributors of a sudden, I'm dropped to the rear. I only have time to throw my left hand behind me, I'm already fallen. On the back. And my left hand I am already hurt! People came running, asking me if it's going, I pick myself up somehow, and looking back at me. On the ground, gently asked, though somewhat disturbed by my coming, a banana skin. A banana skin. Immediately, I understand why two girls next to me on a bench, are hilarious. Ashamed, I take my bag and file suffer in silence elsewhere. I just realized one of the most legendary gags in the world: slip on skin banana. I relate this to two or three people, they always laugh. I also, in the end.
I'm the clown of the XXI century Quebecois!
PS: lack of picture, of course, few discoveries and new faces these days. But my weekend will be in Ottawa. New pictures then! Coming soon!
Logout. Who said working end of the session said. Everything is accelerating, and I see the hours pass at an incredible speed. Things escape me, I have no time to work even one aspect or another. I would like to see everything, do everything, whether for Cross or Jovette Bernier. I would like to read, exhausting details, but Targets are already there. In two and a half weeks, it will be finished this fall session. Vacation. Winter session. Then nothing. In any case here. I'm only here for four months and everything has spun so fast. Any part, and sometimes brings me to the idea that one day he will have to go well. Some prepare their luggage, my neighbors have finished their exchange university, we must return to France for her. I still have time before me, but this first departure is one step closer to an end that is closer, faster and faster.
But before work. Before, folders, parts and subparts to find some books to analyzed. I realize that I never work as much as that, and I like it. Even in preparation. But perhaps just as I do that really works because all required work is what I like, what I expected. And above all, perhaps because my work is mainly research. I had never done this before. And I realize how much it moves me. Cross itself is not something that suits me seriously! Books to read during the course of Quebec literature are sometimes not attractive, quite the contrary! But what I like in this curriculum in such mastery that I do is research. Digging around, find the least interesting article on this or that, put new words on a text, find a different angle of approach to what has been done in the past. We are talking about me theses; I evolve with doctoral students and I read memoirs and books written by brilliant researchers. A track for the future? A dig, definitely. Increasingly, the word "theory" is an anchor in this imaginary future that changes all the time in me. And why not make a word permanent ...
I pass this melancholy moment (but definitely not sad !!!!!) to tell the wonderful story that gives birth to a smile on everyone's lips in recent days. Wednesday 1 December. Final conference, seminar for media culture and literature. Tiring day, during which I run on my subject Cross. Excellent, depending on the teacher and his students in doctorate. I'm proud of myself. Not too fast, Adrian! You'll do well to be ridiculous now! That's what happens. The night after dance rehearsal, I went to the Pavillon De Koninck. I have a passion to chocolate milk (I lose my appetite, this adventure I will have made it clear!). Arriving in the hall where are distributors of a sudden, I'm dropped to the rear. I only have time to throw my left hand behind me, I'm already fallen. On the back. And my left hand I am already hurt! People came running, asking me if it's going, I pick myself up somehow, and looking back at me. On the ground, gently asked, though somewhat disturbed by my coming, a banana skin. A banana skin. Immediately, I understand why two girls next to me on a bench, are hilarious. Ashamed, I take my bag and file suffer in silence elsewhere. I just realized one of the most legendary gags in the world: slip on skin banana. I relate this to two or three people, they always laugh. I also, in the end.
I'm the clown of the XXI century Quebecois!
PS: lack of picture, of course, few discoveries and new faces these days. But my weekend will be in Ottawa. New pictures then! Coming soon!
PS1: this picture is the illustration of Kamouraska, which drags on my desk for two weeks. I get the impression that she follows me ...
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