My brother hardly ever asks for anything specific, but this Christmas he said he'd like a print of what he thinks is something by Picasso, but maybe it's Matisse. He says it's a painting of a woman, from the back, her being a little cello-shaped. But it is not the one you see here - he says it's just two fluid black lines on a white background. Does anyone know the name of it, or if it's by Picasso, or does anyone have any idea what I'm talking about?
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Turns out to be this, which Picasso simply called 'Femme'. Guess he wasn't a breast man. My brother plans on calling it 'Bum', which seems a little more accurate. Much love to Mr. N for referring me to www.art.com.
My thesis advisor finally got in touch. Turns out - and I'm sure this is absolutely independent of me, say, contacting the school to ask why the fuck I hadn't heard from him for seven weeks - he thinks I copied it. This isn't the first time a French professor has accused me of plagiarism. But you know what? It had fucking better be the fucking last, because I am way too pretty for jail, and I am thiiiiiiiis close to murderizing all of fucking France. I don't know what pisses me off more: the accusation, the self-servingness of the accusation, or the fact that now I'll have to go to mad documentary trouble to prove that I didn't copy when I've already gone to enough trouble actually WRITING the fucker. Oh sweet fuck on a stick. Someone is going to pay.
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Golly gosh, no, wowzers, no.
Doesn't he have to have an idea where he thinks you copied it from?
Yes - if he wanted to formally accuse me of plagiarism. While accusing me, he voiced his utter unfamiliarity with the subject and the sources I've used - that's the root of the hunch, that and the amount of 'detail' I used. Maybe I should have just written long lines of meaningless bullshit - remind me the next time I go to school in France. Which will be in a new, stupider lifetime. But since he just has a hunch, and since he's the one who decides when I'll be allowed to defend, he can ask me to provide him with proof that I didn't. That whole 'innocent until proven guilty' thing isn't really part of French legal or ethical practice.
Did I mention before someone was going to pay?
Johannes: he *did* drop that bomb the day after I wrote to the school director complaining he'd been holding onto the final two thirds of my thesis for seven weeks when I needed to defend in January. And he *did* seem to be basing his suspicions on the amount of detail I was using, which seems odd. Oh, I don't know. All I know is, I'm going to inundate him with so much paperwork he'll rue the day his mother inundated the world with him.
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