It’s that time of year! December 31, 2008
Posted by eternalwriter in English, Français, The bilan, new life.6 comments
Yes! Time to count down, but also to look back. So today I offer you, dear readers, the 2008 edition of…
LOST AND FOUND IN THE LIFE OF ETERNALWRITER (2008)
Lost:
- one cool alias and one blog
- one roommate
- myself, on a few occasions (most of them good)
- one six-room apartment
- a lot of sleep
Found:
- one great five-room apartment to share with my boyfriend and my cats
- a taste for barbecueing in the summer
- some confidence in my future in the academy
- a new iMac (way cool)
- a new blog and a new alias
- two new white hairs on my head
Yep, that about covers it… considering that some things are always better left unsaid, of course. 
HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!
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Hmm, c’est bizarre, il me semble que les dernières fois que j’avais fait cet exercice, il y avait beaucoup plus de «lost» que de «found». Mais là, j’ai eu beau me forcer l’imagination — en me disant que j’allais quand même pas marquer la mort de mon vieux frigo dans la catégorie des choses perdues –, j’ai pas trouvé mieux. Eh bien soit!
Une année tranquille? Pourtant non. Je dois être génétiquement incapable de tranquillité.
J’en profite, quoi qu’il en soit, pour vous souhaiter à tous et toutes une excellente année 2009! On se reverra de l’autre bord…
BONNE ANNÉE À VOUS!
Trying not to get poetic November 9, 2008
Posted by eternalwriter in English, Fall, new life, professional procrastinating.3 comments
Of course this is a blank page day, with me in it — a Sunday –, desperately trying not to write about the messy mushy stuff inside.
I quit. I will write.
My poetry is always about somewhere else — and it always refers
to another of you
Something I cannot afford
And silence, like ten thousand deleted files the only reward
Not knowing if this is
clodded dirty memory or some kind of
okay, nice and shiny souvenir
Unpublished, yet too public
Never got a hold of it — that — you
You thing, you body, you fleeing creature
And why now, why the void kiss
and all your words about Fall
I have been meaning to tell you to go away
You thing, you, creature,
Go away you almost killed me once (so good, so good)
All this
undeleted happiness
Getting the better of me.
Still very much alive September 16, 2008
Posted by eternalwriter in English, new life, overflow.7 comments
Hmm… I was just wondering if I was about to add: “and kicking“, but I am not sure it accurately describes my current occupational hazards.
I guess it’s just the normal stuff for a lot of us: new students, new classroms, no sound coming out of the multi-media device when you most need it; regretting I ever asked my students to read Marcel Gauchet (gosh that gave me nightmares over the weekend!); and well, the general madness: meetings, greetings, grant submittings… Pfff.
But I’m doing good, you know. All in all, I would chose this over a semester with only one course to give, or even over vacation with nowhere to go.
I feel alive. And this year, people, I decided I would be exploding out of my “new prof“ shell. No more excuses, no more feeling insecure (well except maybe for the nightmares, haha). Maybe it’s time I start thinking that I’m actually good at what I do.
And actually, I think that will be a nice change.
Signing out for now,
Julietta
How I Killed SW August 12, 2008
Posted by eternalwriter in English, new life, overflow.10 comments
Well, it was easy, actually. I pulled the plug and — almost — did not look back. I mean, I had all my posts saved to my hard drive, as well as everyone’s comments.
I must admit I had a bout of… aesthetic regrets, though. I liked my old “home“, the way it looked and felt.
And I liked my occasional readers and commenters, too. It was lame on my part, to desert you in such a brutal way. I have kept on reading your blogs, in case you wonder.
But the hardest part of leaving SW behind just hit me a few weeks ago. Everything I had written about, everything I had… contained in the blog page, well it is all coming back to me now, at night, in the form of vivid dreams. I am awake, now, and it feels like I have forgotten something very important, it feels like I’ve misplaced some thing or another. I cannot shake the feeling.
I am swarmed by my old life. Nothing is contained anymore. I find myself wishing I had not deleted some e-mails, and wishing I knew why, and wishing I did not wish so much.
Here’s to yet another life.
