I woke up in cool sunlight thinking what it would be to be in California or New Orleans with a research day rather than Maringouin with a low-level teaching day ahead. Yes, it is different, very different, and it is false that all academic jobs are the same or that all are inspiring.
Before coming to campus I clipped the bushes, gathered up branches, raked leaves. I rode my bicycle.
I am not a Kundera fan and neither, it appears, is this critic but there is great value in slowness. This is true in all seasons, but it is especially true, I think, in spring.
Axé.
Kundera is mean spirited.
Yes. I would love to hear more from you on this.
He thinks women are a big joke unless they are young and beautiful.
Aha… secretly gay, I say because I am sure that would insult him.
Haha!