Stephanie Booth's online ramblings
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Stress pré-départ.
Deux jours de gros stress avant le départ. Finir mon inscription pour la HEP, y compris la lettre de motivation manuscrite écrite l’après-midi avant mon départ pour Genève. Quasi pas mangé, peu dormi, sur les nerfs, limite de craquer, bagages faits en une heure et demie… Je me dis “plus jamais ça”, comme à chaque fois, et chaque fois, ça recommence…
Leaving in a week to spend a month in India.
In a week from now I’ll be on my plane to India. A bit apprehensive, as I was last time.
As always with unpredictable India, I have no idea how much I’ll be posting from there, and how often I’ll get to check my e-mail. It might be pretty often. It might be every couple of days. It might be once a week.
I’ll be staying over there for four weeks (Mumbai, Pune, Delhi, in particular), and finally meeting Anita, who courageously volunteered to come and pick me up at the airport.
Bonnes résolutions pour 2004.
Deux résolutions parmi d’autres:
Je vais aimer 2004.
At the price of a few frozen fingers, we bring back to you some photographs of our courageous expedition into the snow-covered mountains of western Switzerland.
Je me réveille un peu en panique. Deux jours pour pondre dix pages, ce n’est pas trop long. Sujet du devoir: “Qui sommes-nous? Comment nous devenons adultes.” Le délai de reddition est le 16.
Heureusement, il n’y a de pages à écrire que dans mon rêve. Le sujet cependant m’interpelle. La date aussi: nous sommes effectivement le 14 au matin. Et le 16, alors? Ah oui, le 16, justement… Tout prend sens.
C’est obscur pour toi, ami lecteur, j’en conviens. Ce billet est de ceux que j’écris surtout pour moi.
I’m afraid I might be going mainstream. All my hopes of being somewhat original are in the process of being utterly and totally shattered.
I promised a friend I’d get a TV if she ended up presenting a small show on the local television, and it seems that’s what is going to happen. I’ve been talked into acquiring a webcam.
So yesterday, as I was drooling before a huge collection of underpriced CDs, I figured it wouldn’t do much difference to my case if I put a link to my Amazon wishlist somewhere on my weblog. If I’m going mainstream, might as well go all the way!
Yeah, I got an ebay account, too. And let’s not forget the hair, either.
Note: boys, stop dreaming. You’re not going to see this here anytime soon!
As I haven’t posted photos here in ages, and I know you lazy things don’t regularly visit the dump, I’ll jump on the occasion. I finally took the plunge to get some colour in this hair of mine. I’ve been thinking about doing this for the last year or so!
I will provide an RSS feed for the dump someday.
Beside write up my Christmas list (and I have desires for Christmas this year, for a change), I need to:
Once upon a time there was a camel, who lived in the dry, scorching desert. Long ago, he had drunk poisonous water out of an oasis, and it had made him very, very sick. What a bitter experience! He had very nearly died.
So this camel had become a very cautious camel: he avoided water so that he wouldn’t be sick again. He was thirsty, of course, but he preferred that to risking death again. He would wander around and go past the oases without so much as touching their water. He was a very thirsty camel.
Once in a while, however, he would reach an oasis where other camels were drinking. When that happened, he would start drinking there too, as the water was obviously safe. But this camel was so thirsty that once he started, he would drink up the whole oasis, leaving nothing behind him but a dry patch of mud.
But, will you ask, how did we get to know about this camel and his strange behaviour? Actually, the answer is pretty simple (aside from the dried-up oases, of course). You see, as this camel drank only so very rarely, and so much at a time, he had developed no less than twenty-seven humps on his back, attracting the attention of all the camel-watchers in the desert.
Parable told by J.-F. H.
Back from seeing Elephant with a knot in my stomach and a sick feeling inside.
The cat is asleep in my clean laundry. I pick him up and hold him close. He presses his head against my neck and purrs right through my chest.