While I Have the Mind to Type

I finally figured out my thesis sentence. This is a big thing for me. I never do it right away. It has to "come to me." After I find it, writing is usually easier especially in a foreign language. Let's hope the thesis doesn't decide to change on me. I'm 1/3 of the way finished. It's 1:36 AM.

I speak about the thesis as though it lives. Perhaps it does. After all, the thesis is my creation. I put life and breathe into it (hopefully). Rather than popping out children, I'm popping out words - I'm sure there's a similarity in the labor and pains that goes into their production.

Every night, once I get home, I watch 20 heures on france2.fr. I have a french media class, I need to keep up with the news. David Pujadas, the anchorman, always delivers the same introduction. His smile is always coy. I wonder if he has a sense of humor or if he is merely a stuffy public figure. Last thursday night there was a story concerning a law baning the denial of the Armenian genocide. It passed through the national Assembly and is awaiting the Senate's approval. I'm not a big fan of this particular law. I'm writing my paper on it. Not that I don't believe there should be recognition of the horrible massacre, but I don't think there should be a law that dictates what people think or say. That's me. I like to think that I'm all about free speech. Time will tell.

Remember that box I talked about? The one that my parents sent to France for me? It arrived! Damien and his flatmate have 6 month old cookies to eat. As for the rest of the contents ... well, since I never received the box, I really don't know what's in it. I guess I should ask the parents. Cookies would be good right now.