. . .I have returned to Montreal and undertaken the long and complex process of reducing the huge piles of paper (and bits) awaiting me. But I write not to complain about impending fellowship deadlines. Rather, I write to extoll the virtues of the podcasting conference. It was an unusual conference for me, since it …
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A Milestone
Today, I answered my first query letter in French without running it through an automatic translator. POST EDIT FOR CLARIFICATION: I have no idea how to type in French. I answered in English. — As of tomorrow evening, I’m off to North Carolina again for the second time this month. This time, it’s a podcasting …
Lost Wallets and Plot Questions
So tonight Carrie’s wallet was stolen while we dined at Basha on St. Catherine. Her bag was literally right next to the table the whole time. Someone was very tricky. There were a couple charges one credit card, but that was dispatched quickly and there was only $10 in the wallet, so it’s more PITA …
The Illusion of Mastery
This blog entry is brought to you by my intense desire not to clean my workspace, which I badly need to do in order to make further progress on my talk for next week. It’s one of those things: I think I’m just getting on top of all these administativa and my seminar is going …
“Jenny?!? C’est un bon nom Francophone!”
Saturday night, we got dinner with two friends, who’d taken the liberty of buying us tickets to the very entertaining Kiss My Cabaret for afterward. KMC turns out to be a lot funnier than the old performance art revue Balls that we attended several times long ago when we lived in Minneapolis. I remember Balls …
Blog? What Blog?
Sorry to be so absent lately. September is the new February. By that I mean it is now the busiest month of the year for me, as February once was. A lot has to do with various fellowship and university deadlines, but some of it is also my fault. After all, I am inbetween the …
The Most Canadian Thing Ever?
I arrive on campus this sunny afternoon to witness the spectacle of the first day of school. Undergraduates everywhere, corporations hawking their logos and free food, one sorry frat trying to get people to eat hot dogs. As I walk up the hill toward the Arts Building (which houses my office), I pass the giant …