Oh boy. Yesterday I got a new book to read - The Story of French - and the first fifty pages are great. That's in part because I don't know anything about the history of French and almost every other fact is a surprise, but I'm also enjoying the nice, conversational style of writing and the occasional unmistakable elegance of an educated francophone dumbing it down to communicate effectively in English. I'm going to bring it with me to the bullshit conference I'm going to (along with, for the first time, some tupperware to steal the food) as soon as I have a go at applying for one of the jobs I found yesterday that need applying to. I must say the job search has felt a little better since becoming aware that some people are taking me seriously and not just binning the rez and everything as soon as it crosses their desks.
But no, I STILL haven't heard from the ant1-c0rruption people. Sigh. But I'm still looking at ads for apartments in Bru$sels and Berl1n during my downtime. I know it's pathetic, but they have some really awesome apartments and seem to be proportionately so much cheaper than Toronto or Paris. Anyways. Stop judging me. I'm excited, is all, even though the future is no more amorphous than usual.