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  • Thousands

    3750.jpgApril 17, 2015.

    Being in a funk about the fact that 177 people have already wished a friend a happy birthday on her wall, and then realizing that said friend has 3,750 FB contacts.

  • Foam

    styrofoam-cups-med_64.jpgWalking down two flights of stairs holding in your non-briefcase-carrying hand a Biofoam scalding hot cup of coffee that is also full to the brim, and trying all the while to look relaxed and to wave unstilted helloes to colleagues and students alike.

    April 17, 2015.

  • Yakking

    Bos_grunniens_at_Yundrok_Yumtso_Lake.jpgThat winsome feeling of smugness on realizing that you have pulled out a hard day's work –complete with rewriting an article, answering emails, discussing future classes with colleagues, writing exam topics, giving a conference– while posting like mad on FB, thus maintaining the illusion that you are one of those idle twats who spend their time and waste the taxpayers' money yakkety-yakking about sweet nothings.

    April, 16, 2015, 10 pm.

  • Seminar

    adam thirlwell.jpgRealizing that the ongoing series thus titled might provide you with so many examples of untranslatable gerunds or of adjectives that would be unknown to students, then coming to grips with the fact that you cannot use your own FB wall as a textbook for your Translation classes.

    April, 16, 2015.

  • Pinget

    1962-bis-petit.jpgBeing crestfallen on finding out that one of your favourite authors –whose work you read almost entirely between 1992 and 1999– published a collection of poems in 1942 under another name and that this collection is completely unavailable either with second-hand dealers or with University Libraries.

    April, 16.

  • Ballsey

    macneice.jpgFinding out that a collection of poems by Louis MacNeice has been selected and being hence definitely convinced that the “agrégation” is a ballsey farce (which is putting it mildly).

    April 16, 2015.

  • Deafening

    Gustav-Mahler-Kohut.jpgBeing more than slightly irritated, at 9.30 am, that the military planes do their I'll-thunder-you-deaf routine once you have started listening to Mahler's Third and taking notes for the morrow's conference in your favourite Régence armchair, AND ON THE TERRACE.

    April 15, 2015.

  • Malarkey

    06quaimalaquais03.jpgTrying to remember that there are 1,253 Austronesian languages and 1,539 Niger–Congo languages, just for the sake of showing off with vapid malarkey on the Web.

    April 15, 2015.

  • Blade

    7785.jpgLabouring under the impression that the blade hurts less if you shave your moustache with your eyes closed.

    April 15th, 2015.

  • Emails

    email-forward-button.jpgNot understanding why the Head of the Applied Languages Department forwards the email sent by another Head of Department, who also forwarded an announcement for a conference in another University that has no link whatsoever with any of the subjects taught in Applied Languages.

  • Cricket

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    Not repressing a fit of inside giggling on hearing that “Anderson has just bowled a maiden over”.

  • Moult

    thoreau.jpgBest tip to mend the holes in your 26-year-old robe : stroke moulting cat for an average 45 secs.

     

    Stumbling upon a passage in Thoreau's Walden and realizing that there have been very few metaphorical uses of “moulting” by English-speaking writers.

    April 18, 2015.

  • What the Buttler Saw

    112097.jpgNot completely caring that Buttler was caught out for no runs out of 22 balls, but watching the end of England's first innings all the same instead of grading exam papers.

    April, 14, 2015

  • Gutenberg

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       Not being able to restrain even a slight snigger on reading “Volume II contains the Introduction and Commentary” at the top of a Gutenberg eBook.

  • Click

    mouseclick.jpgNot making up your mind to click on the ‘Like’ button below a friend's status for fear of messing up the round number of ‘Likes’.