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When the crow flies low ... Anniversaries


Primeros días de nieve en Montréal y parece mentira que en este país una pequeña tormenta pueda causar tanto caos . Ayer tuve que suspender las dos primeras clases debido a que más de la mitad de los alumnos no pudieron llegar a tiempo. Menos mal que yo uso el metro y además son sólo dos estaciones. Me gustaría poder que cojo el metro hasta Beaubien (inside joke para los que conozcan a Beau Dommage ), pero no, yo lo cojo en Mont Royal o Sherbrooke hasta Berri-UQAM.
El metro de Montreal me encanta: amplios espacios, gente educada, nada de empujones.... nada que ver con el metro de Madrid, de infausto recuerdo. Solamente de pensar en el trayecto de la línea 6 every morning in my time as a college student makes my skin crawl.

Gone are the bike rides. I like this mode of transport, but to 7 degrees below zero and the frozen ground ... using the catchphrase that all my friends use in most post, going to be "no."

This week I received good news. On the one hand, the director of Department has confirmed that from January 1 next year I have secured my place. That is, I'm fixed, representing an increase of salary and workload. Is welcome. On the other hand, Michelle your landlord has advised that the December 1 leaves his apartment and comes to live with me. Just at the moment I began to raise the ride home, I open up new opportunities. to help more in the decision, I have received negative responses from three English universities where I had entered into the competition for a position of associate professor, so the thing is clear.
the moment, it is a winter aser queues poutine and beaver.

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This morning when I wake up, I felt that I was forgetting something, or rather, that something in the depths of my memories was struggling to come to the surface.
I'm down to buy breakfast at McDonald's (though SuperSizeMe I can not help from time to time to sin by eating pancakes with maple syrup ...) and also the newspaper. Seeing the date on it, I've come all to memory.

No, I'm not talking about the obvious , but now exactly 16 years ago I started dating my first girlfriend "formal." Sixteen years .... easy to say, and yet, when I began to remember, seems like yesterday. Topic, right?. It's true. I remember with a mixture of tenderness and shame the way in which I declared a cold afternoon in November 1989, with her friends in the bank next door, giggling and comments that made us feel even more ashamed. I remember shooting that first kiss that seemed absurd, a bit forced, a view that she confirmed a few months later saying that it seemed that with that kiss, inexperienced and short, it seemed that we wanted to put a stamp on the words we had exchanged.

were almost five wonderful years, which were twisted when I went to study abroad for two years. We try to keep distance relationship, but it was impossible. Too many life experiences for me as she continued with her normal life. Whatever Erasmus can understand. When I returned, all my past life seemed routine, my friends, bored and my "girlfriend "..... Something had gone cold in our relationship and within months decided to break completely.

acknowledge that I have always kept a special affection, although I know for a fact that she ended up hating me. Today he is married and mother of two girls.

I hope it's happy and has overcome that hatred. Hopefully you remember the promise we made (those silly promises of teenagers) and now have a moment to remember how happy we were sixteen years ago.

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Yes, I also participated in Halloween ....

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Today, Toussaint. A festive extranyo, because I get to work. Here I am in my office in a semidesert School. So I have given some thought to my situation: single, mid-thirties, with a life increasingly less espanyola Canadian government and with the job I always wanted, conducting a research on the subject that I like. ..
I leave some more clues, but I've escarmetnado. The last time I did all my students passed through the blog. Fortunately, or not speak espanyol learned too much, because no comment. I also think it was because it was exam time and did not want to risk that their bitter méchant professeur espagnol semester. In any case, I can say that my topic is federalism. To this I devote almost 10 Anyos of my life, with several publications in French and English, because no publisher wanted to publish espanyola (so far) my studies. Parenthesis that "so far" is on purpose. Since the Statute of Catalonia is on everyone's lips have received seven letters from publishers who try to retrieve the editing rights. Too late: I have transferred until 2010, so they will be negotiated with Les Presses de L'Université Laval. Anyway, if you publish my theories about it - I must say that my respected colleagues espanyoles not know at all - I think I attract more hostility than sympathy, and that put me in an uncomfortable middle that I think would be qualified Espanya of "warmth."
Along with these offers editorial, I have received proposals for work in Europe and Espanya. In Europe I have offers from Switzerland, Germany, Belgium and France, arranged according to my own interest. Espanya, I have offers from the Basque Country and Catalonia, which leads me to think that my views are consistent with the force of nationalism in these two communities. That is why I am not convinced: I dread the sectarianism that abounds in college espanyola. I have no intentions to leave Quebec over the medium term. I renewed my contract for another 4 semesters and possibly get a permanent position at the end of this period. However, I think next summer will accept the offer to work in a course at the University of Freiburg.

I read the article in El Pais on mileuristas and reminds me of the situation of many roommates in college with those who remain in contact. It is one of the reasons that prevent me from deciding to go back and try to continue my teaching career in my country. Af I have a good salary, some recognition of my work and my time and money for research. Now working on four research projects (two federal, one provincial and one shared with the University of Harvard) and I love the feeling of being overworked expermentados sharing work with teachers and true "sacred cows" in their respective fields of research . The "syllabus" that my students sharing contain the latest theories about the most recent and I am really proud of it. Nothing to do with the notes sobados and yellow that most of my professors (with two notable exceptions) we "lit up" in the Faculty.