Ils en ont rien a faire, ils ont jamais lu un seul de mes papiers dans le detail. C'est un fait. J'optimise leur temps au maximum. Business is business. Ils sont débordés, ils sont dépassés par les evenements, ils ont pleins de jeunes loups pres a mechamment démolir leurs efforts au coin d'un peer review. Ils voient jamais leur gosses, et ils ne pensent qu'a leur prochaines publis. Ca va pas changer. C'est juste une aure forme de rat race. Qui nous transformera tous en rats si on n'y fait pas gaffe. En rats qui ne courrent qu'apres leur interet propre, et mal compris en plus.
Ils s'attacheront pas non plus, on restera pas "potes", ou alors de loin. Quand on se croisera a une conference, ce sera "Salut Dany mais la ch'peux-pas, y'a une star qui passe je l'ai pas vue depuis l'année dernière. On essaie de se chopper au diner?" Bien sur. Les académiques, c'est pas mes potes. Un point, une barre. On trouve ses amarres ailleurs, ma fille, et surtout on garde un semblant de valeurs, hein. Tiens bon le cap et tiens bon le flot…
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Friday, May 26, 2006
Parano
Do you realize that I await a reply to my e-mail? And that it would be cool if you had told me that you couldn't reply for whatever reason. But that I'm in a quagmire because last time you saw me you didn't even say hello.
And I wonder what I did that is so bad. What mortal sin I've got myself into. And I'm worried that it's something wacky, something you don't want to discuss openly, some vague gossip rumour, and that therefore you'll pretend everything is fine, but just keep being as cold and unsupportive as stone.
I'm worried that I'm very bad at apologizing. Especially when the interlocutor seems to be removing all their support at that very moment, holds me in no esteem at all and seems to think that I'm the meanest of the mean two-faced monsters whom they have ever met.
Everything else I've ever been and done in the past is of no value at all. Everything else I've ever been and done is brought into the equation and it gets cancelled by that one abominable treason. In fact, everything positive that was there before makes things worse. Mortal sin indeed: everything I loved about us convicts me more.
And I'm not even certain that it was so unforgivable in the first place. Instead of making amends, I question your own loyalty: If you can cancel all we've been to each other because of that stupid mistake, then you never really were committed anyway, and we've been lying to each other all this time.
I don't apologize. I'm defiant and hurt. I accuse you right back: why did I ever think that someone who could wipe me out of their life in one hour was a friend whom I could love and spend time with. And if that makes me a proud bitch, fine. Because what you're doing is a lot worse than whatever I did.
I'm sorry. But I wish you pointed towards a way out of this. I wish you assumed only the best about me. I wish you liked me enough to esteem me more than this. I wish you appealed to the best part of me. I wish you kept conquering that best part and winning it ever more fully to you. Love me when I don't deserve it. That's when I need it.
And because "it takes two to tango":
Sorry
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words dont come easily
Like sorry like sorry
Forgive me
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words dont come easily
Like forgive me forgive me
But you can say baby
Baby can I hold you tonight
Maybe if I told you the right words
At the right time youd be mine
I love you
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words dont come easily
Like I love you I love you
And I wonder what I did that is so bad. What mortal sin I've got myself into. And I'm worried that it's something wacky, something you don't want to discuss openly, some vague gossip rumour, and that therefore you'll pretend everything is fine, but just keep being as cold and unsupportive as stone.
I'm worried that I'm very bad at apologizing. Especially when the interlocutor seems to be removing all their support at that very moment, holds me in no esteem at all and seems to think that I'm the meanest of the mean two-faced monsters whom they have ever met.
Everything else I've ever been and done in the past is of no value at all. Everything else I've ever been and done is brought into the equation and it gets cancelled by that one abominable treason. In fact, everything positive that was there before makes things worse. Mortal sin indeed: everything I loved about us convicts me more.
And I'm not even certain that it was so unforgivable in the first place. Instead of making amends, I question your own loyalty: If you can cancel all we've been to each other because of that stupid mistake, then you never really were committed anyway, and we've been lying to each other all this time.
I don't apologize. I'm defiant and hurt. I accuse you right back: why did I ever think that someone who could wipe me out of their life in one hour was a friend whom I could love and spend time with. And if that makes me a proud bitch, fine. Because what you're doing is a lot worse than whatever I did.
I'm sorry. But I wish you pointed towards a way out of this. I wish you assumed only the best about me. I wish you liked me enough to esteem me more than this. I wish you appealed to the best part of me. I wish you kept conquering that best part and winning it ever more fully to you. Love me when I don't deserve it. That's when I need it.
And because "it takes two to tango":
Sorry
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words dont come easily
Like sorry like sorry
Forgive me
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words dont come easily
Like forgive me forgive me
But you can say baby
Baby can I hold you tonight
Maybe if I told you the right words
At the right time youd be mine
I love you
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words dont come easily
Like I love you I love you
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Toujours aussi remontée
Alors, chers fidèles blogospectateurs, ou trouve-t'on l'ecosysteme suivant?
Des bourgeois de 21 ans, suffisants, en veste de tailleur, qui s’approprient toutes les formes de capitaux (fric, culture, réseaux, gout, spirituel) sans l’ombre d’une reflexivité, tres surs de representer les valeurs vraies.
Des cas sociaux phénoménaux, tres moches physiquement, tres mal sappés, la pour quémander un peu d’estime d’eux meme dans la premiere organisation qui n’osera pas les foutre dehors. Tolérés avec hypocrisie par le reste des adhérents (et ca fait pas avancer le schmilblick).
Des petites minettes “aqua i sapone” en twin set beige, qui se sont privées de chocolat pendant tout le carème en prenant des lait a la vanille chez Starbucks.
Des bourgeois de 21 ans, suffisants, en veste de tailleur, qui s’approprient toutes les formes de capitaux (fric, culture, réseaux, gout, spirituel) sans l’ombre d’une reflexivité, tres surs de representer les valeurs vraies.
Des cas sociaux phénoménaux, tres moches physiquement, tres mal sappés, la pour quémander un peu d’estime d’eux meme dans la premiere organisation qui n’osera pas les foutre dehors. Tolérés avec hypocrisie par le reste des adhérents (et ca fait pas avancer le schmilblick).
Des petites minettes “aqua i sapone” en twin set beige, qui se sont privées de chocolat pendant tout le carème en prenant des lait a la vanille chez Starbucks.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
DRH
Discussion avec B (recruteuse de son etat)
B: C'est simple: il faut valider les acquis et faire du transfert de competence.
Dany: Mais tu transfererais comment les miennes, de competences
B: Ben tu sais utiliser Word
B: C'est simple: il faut valider les acquis et faire du transfert de competence.
Dany: Mais tu transfererais comment les miennes, de competences
B: Ben tu sais utiliser Word
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