MTApost
Yeah this time I'm trying the commute-blogging: I'm writing my post from the MTA train that connects Manhattan to my suburban city of Tarrytown, Westchester County, NY. 10:09 pm. It seems to me I've already spent thousands hours in my life in such trains. Hum. Suburban life. Jim Carrey in "Eternal sunshine of a spotless mind" manages to re-seduce his pink-haired girl thanks to MTA, so who knows what could happen to me ? hum ?
After a joyful Friday afternoon in the MOMA, I'm going to have a busy Easter week-end because of the mass of work I need to produce to (perhaps) prepare my come back to France. I'm going to apply for several positions as professor in various French universities, and therefore need to prepare a few documents to prove that
(i) I'm the best researcher of the universe,
(ii) I'm the best teacher of the world, and
(iii) that it's inevitable that those guys hire me as their new star researcher.
Well, all those things only happen in my dream, and basically dealing with both the chronic poverty of the French research system and its internal politics probably requires more than one Nobel prize. And no need to say that I don't have one! But no pain, no gain, or qui sera sera, I have to give it a chance.
Today, I found funny that everyone says "happy holidays" whereas everybody's going to go to work next Monday. Althoung being one of the most religious of the planet, USA barely considers Easter Monday as the most important Christian day of the year. Dollar is our common god. Period.
After a joyful Friday afternoon in the MOMA, I'm going to have a busy Easter week-end because of the mass of work I need to produce to (perhaps) prepare my come back to France. I'm going to apply for several positions as professor in various French universities, and therefore need to prepare a few documents to prove that
(i) I'm the best researcher of the universe,
(ii) I'm the best teacher of the world, and
(iii) that it's inevitable that those guys hire me as their new star researcher.
Well, all those things only happen in my dream, and basically dealing with both the chronic poverty of the French research system and its internal politics probably requires more than one Nobel prize. And no need to say that I don't have one! But no pain, no gain, or qui sera sera, I have to give it a chance.
Today, I found funny that everyone says "happy holidays" whereas everybody's going to go to work next Monday. Althoung being one of the most religious of the planet, USA barely considers Easter Monday as the most important Christian day of the year. Dollar is our common god. Period.
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