Yes, Jamie and I are nearing the end of our two-week residency in Paris—first time we’ve been back since 2014—and it seemed weird not to acknowledge how excited I am to be here again—thus this post. Paris is always its own reward, but this visit comes with the bonus of being my first time back since my sabbatical. My sabbatical was great, but also not great: every two days I got bizarre e-mails from the college, which ended up being a drag on my soul. Thankfully, as you know, I’m no longer a professor and so no longer am plagued by departmental e-mails of the haughty, passive-aggressive, and, mostly, outright aggressive kind.
From Paris with Love
From Paris with Love
From Paris with Love
Yes, Jamie and I are nearing the end of our two-week residency in Paris—first time we’ve been back since 2014—and it seemed weird not to acknowledge how excited I am to be here again—thus this post. Paris is always its own reward, but this visit comes with the bonus of being my first time back since my sabbatical. My sabbatical was great, but also not great: every two days I got bizarre e-mails from the college, which ended up being a drag on my soul. Thankfully, as you know, I’m no longer a professor and so no longer am plagued by departmental e-mails of the haughty, passive-aggressive, and, mostly, outright aggressive kind.