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a journal of the plague, sword, and famine year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel, University life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 9, 2022 by xi'an

Read two successive books about seeking lost sisters, The Last House on Needless Street and Second Sister, after finishing the third book in a row involving a dead god, aptly named Three parts dead. This third one was rather enjoyable, thanks to the world construction, except for a blah ending. The first one, by Catriona Ward, is perplexing, complex and frankly a bit stretched in its gradual exposition of a multiple personality (disorder) patient. The “horror” side never really set for me, which is fine as it never does. Furthermore, this is the very first book I ever read where I saw a few words (correctly) written in Breton, as well as a thread with the Breton myth of ar Ankou, the local Death personification. Kudos for that! The second one, a physical book that I picked rather instinctively / hurriedly in a Barnes & Noble in Philadelphia is a thriller set in Hong Kong. Despite a bit too much of infodump on internet (in)security and hacking, and some caricaturesque sides, incl. the final coup de théâtre!, I enjoyed it as a page-turner. (But I now wonder if I am not getting prejudiced against Kindle books..!) Except for the anti-protest paragraph. Also read a nice BD, Les Animaux Dénaturés, borrowed from Andrew, which is an adaptation the 1952 book by Vercors, that I saw eons ago as a theatre play. The interrogation on what constitutes humanity (vs. simianity) is the driving force of the story, but it is somewhat marred by the killing of a newborn child that seems to negate the whole fight of the main characters.

Thanks to a short (train) visit to Coventry, I stayed overnight in the center of the city and enjoyed a fabulous dinner with friends at Jinseon Korean BBQ Restaurant, recently reviewed by Jay Rayner in The Guardian. Marinated thin slices of beef, pork, and lamb almost immediately cooked on the white hot (ring) coals, along rice and plenty of kimchi and hot sauce. And a sip of soju. Not an everyday fare, for sure, but quite delightful (and even more as my single true meal over two days!)

Watched a fraction of Swedish Black Crab, with Naomi Rapace playing the central character, but despite potential connections with the current survival war of Ukraine against the Russian terror, I quickly lost interest in the very shallow plot and in the accumulation of unrealistic scenes and heavily programmed eliminations of the characters (sorry for the spoiler!). For one thing, expert skaters skating 100km should not take days to cover the distance. For another, a military commando operating in the far North should wear appropriate clothes, not a sweater and a loose scarf!  Luckily enough, I have had no screen nearby [me] to distract me on my round trip flight to NYC from reviewing Biometrika submissions. (The flight back to Paris amazingly took less than 6 hours, thanks to extremely strong tail winds.)

Bill’s 80th birthday

Posted in Statistics, Travel, University life with tags , , , , , , , , , , on March 30, 2022 by xi'an

Ainsi sommes nous…

Posted in Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 4, 2022 by xi'an

Yesterday in Cayenne, while boarding the Air France plane to Paris, we came across Christiane Taubira who was also taking this flight, and who wished us a happy new year. While my wish for 2022 is that she would be the presidential candidate for a united Left, I greatly fear this is unlikely to happen… Here are some paragraphs from a call to unity she wrote in Le Monde last week:

C’est nous qui pouvons traduire en politiques publiques des revendications dispersées et légitimes, portées par les féministes et les ouvriers, les professeurs et les employés, les gens des villes et ceux des cités, les communes rurales qui tiennent bon et celles qui se dépeuplent, toutes causes portées et illustrées autant par l’inventivité constatée dans les ronds-points, que par les images familières des syndicaux le poing levé, des banderoles et pancartes imaginatives des personnels soignants d’hôpitaux en burn-out, par l’impatience bruyante des pêcheurs exaspérés, l’arc de couleurs des cortèges LGBT, les impromptus des artistes et créateurs en tous genres, les fantaisies joyeuses et sérieuses des lycéens, la ronde et les performances de ces adolescents qui marchent pour la Terre, la biodiversité, le climat, la vie !

Ainsi sommes-nous, égaux et solidaires, libres, fiers et volontaires, divers dans nos apparences, nos enracinements, nos lignées, nos parcours, nos bagages culturels, liés par un destin collectif qui transcende nos péripéties personnelles, conscients que se trouve là notre insondable puits d’énergie, de vitalité et de créativité.

Et nous savons ce qui nous fait tenir ensemble. La République. Notre chose publique. Notre bien commun suprême. La République laïque qui nous protège de toute emprise et promet à chacune et chacun d’entre nous les conditions pour accomplir sa destinée choisie. C’est la haute mission de l’école que de pourvoir en savoirs et préparer en citoyenneté ; de susciter et nourrir l’esprit critique, celui-là même qui nous autorise à tout interroger, en premier lieu les dogmes et commandements, les assignations et les interdits, à pouvoir récuser au nom de la raison et des connaissances.

La République laïque protège autant notre liberté de conscience que notre liberté de culte, n’encombre notre citoyenneté d’aucune obligation de croyance ou non-croyance, mieux : par la loi pénale, elle nous protège individuellement de toute pression. Libres de devenir, libres, quoi que contredisent les circonstances réelles d’évitement et d’empêchement, expérimentées au quotidien par des millions d’entre nous, et qui font obstacle à cette promesse. Elle reste une promesse formelle et ferme, toujours à accomplir. Je sais les difficultés, les injustices et parfois la suspicion ou la morgue. C’est pourtant par-dessus qu’il faut forcer un chemin républicain.

three decades back

Posted in Kids, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 25, 2021 by xi'an

Yesterday, I (we) found myself (ourselves) back in time, precisely 34 years ago, as we drove our daughter to Orly airport for her flight to Cayenne, French Guiana. And the start of her internship. Indeed, this is also the airport from which I left for Purdue University in 1987 and where my parents drove me then, more for sentimental reasons than out of necessity, as I had much less luggage than Rachel! This old airport has not changed that much, apart from the sharp increase in security restrictions. At the time, my parents were able to stay till the plane to Chicago left (two hours late) and watch it take off from the terraces of the airport. This time, we were just unable to enter the airport beyond the parking lot and watched the plane take off (one hour late) from a flight tracker! But overall there was the same bittersweet feeling of seeing one’s kid move (far) away for a major and exciting step in their professional life. (When I called my mom to watch for the plane flying west straight across Normandy, very close to our family roots, she reminded me of that and also of my grand-parents watching my plane flying by… Without a flight tracker! I actually remember spotting Mont Saint-Michel on that trip.) Fare well, Dr. R, and see you soon!
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back to W

Posted in pictures, Statistics, Travel, University life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 3, 2021 by xi'an