Sigh
My 45-minute paper at the IHR Monday will be so, so bad. I am a bad musicologist. I sit down and try to put something together, and nothing happens. The thing is, I realized with a shock that, while I had convinced myself that I just needed to cobble together various things that I have already written, in fact there is a whole lot of thinking that I have yet to do. What the hell have I been doing the last, like, four weeks? What is all this useless prose that I have cranked out?
On the positive side, no one I care about will be there.
I went to Paris, then came back. Notable moment: walking down the street with P—, we run into a friend of P—'s that I've never met. We exchange pleasantries, and, before I really have the chance to say anything at all, P— says, "Greg parle bien le français, mais il n'ose pas." I mean, it's true, but I was still annoyed at him for broadcasting it.
On the positive side, no one I care about will be there.
I went to Paris, then came back. Notable moment: walking down the street with P—, we run into a friend of P—'s that I've never met. We exchange pleasantries, and, before I really have the chance to say anything at all, P— says, "Greg parle bien le français, mais il n'ose pas." I mean, it's true, but I was still annoyed at him for broadcasting it.
posted by Grrg at 1:57 PM
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For those of us not in the know, could you clairify what "Greg parle le francais bien, mais il n'ose pas" means? I think it means, "Greg speaks French well, but he doesn't dare (speak it)" which maybe less literally would mean "Greg speaks French well but he's too whimpy/insecure to speak up and use it." But I'm not sure, as I haven't studied French since I was in high school.
Yeah, that's right. In truth, I'm particularly scared to speak french in front of Patrick, and he doesn't really give me a chance to much, so he has a slightly skewed view...
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