nf: random.
yesterday i demonstrated my presentation on the subject of inequality and happiness (duh) in a lunch seminar at my home institution, and "smashing success" is a gross understatement. quite pleased with that. but life is a climb to unexpected heights, and it's always lonely at the top.
in response to a very feel-good message of congratulations from my head of department, i made the stupidest typo ever: i wanted to write "scopriamo lunedì", which means "we will discover on monday", in reference to the fact that the presentation has to be given in an international conference and we will discover if it runs smoothly with a public of specialists as it did with a public of non-specialists. but i was half-asleep and wrote "scopiamo lunedì", which means "we will fuck on monday". i like him a lot so it must have been a freudian slip. i didn't get any reaction to this grand plan yet.
anyway, tomorrow i have to give another presentation, this time on a different theme altogether (industrial districts), in the context of a conference in memory of my father. i also have to give an eulogy. neither is even remotely ready, i have a plane to catch at 4.40pm, and i honestly cannot stand, since i slept about 11 hours in the past 96. then on thursay it's back here and final refinements to the paper before "fucking on monday".
it's also quite cold.
yesterday i demonstrated my presentation on the subject of inequality and happiness (duh) in a lunch seminar at my home institution, and "smashing success" is a gross understatement. quite pleased with that. but life is a climb to unexpected heights, and it's always lonely at the top.
in response to a very feel-good message of congratulations from my head of department, i made the stupidest typo ever: i wanted to write "scopriamo lunedì", which means "we will discover on monday", in reference to the fact that the presentation has to be given in an international conference and we will discover if it runs smoothly with a public of specialists as it did with a public of non-specialists. but i was half-asleep and wrote "scopiamo lunedì", which means "we will fuck on monday". i like him a lot so it must have been a freudian slip. i didn't get any reaction to this grand plan yet.
anyway, tomorrow i have to give another presentation, this time on a different theme altogether (industrial districts), in the context of a conference in memory of my father. i also have to give an eulogy. neither is even remotely ready, i have a plane to catch at 4.40pm, and i honestly cannot stand, since i slept about 11 hours in the past 96. then on thursay it's back here and final refinements to the paper before "fucking on monday".
it's also quite cold.