Je suis un Russia, avec ex-Frenchmen
My life at the moment is sort of like Russia around 1812; French things keep intruding into my life.
The events keep leading my thoughts to the opinion that patterns aren't random, and connections between subjects, interests and events occur at a subconscious level all the time. It's only when you plan to learn French, you are reading Candide, you are fascinated by Les Miserables and you are writing essays on two ex-Frenchmen that you ponder the intertwining of subconscious thoughts.
Fortunatly for my essays, the subjects of Descartes' and Foucault's works are quite different, though I do wish Foucault had written something on religion. It's a strange gap to leave in a study of power through history.
In non-French influenced news, I have a job at a bank in a bookshop in Mundaring, which is ideal. I am a responsible handler of money and my hands smell of cash.
The events keep leading my thoughts to the opinion that patterns aren't random, and connections between subjects, interests and events occur at a subconscious level all the time. It's only when you plan to learn French, you are reading Candide, you are fascinated by Les Miserables and you are writing essays on two ex-Frenchmen that you ponder the intertwining of subconscious thoughts.
Fortunatly for my essays, the subjects of Descartes' and Foucault's works are quite different, though I do wish Foucault had written something on religion. It's a strange gap to leave in a study of power through history.
In non-French influenced news, I have a job at a bank in a bookshop in Mundaring, which is ideal. I am a responsible handler of money and my hands smell of cash.