Internet tomorrow?

I hardly dare to hope! Tomorrow I can pick up my internet box from the post office (today's a holiday). Then...oh, the skyping, the skyping!

In the meantime...what have I been up to.

I did go watch some Buffy with my friend A, and he cooked dinner, a lovely potato-egg-onion thing, with wine and chorizo and manchego cheese from his trip to Majorca. Lovely. I'm cooking next time, but he's got a TV and I don't, so it'll be over there again.

Last night I had dinner at Romanian linguist Ac's house; she lives in the Cité Universitaire, a kind of campus in the south of Paris. It was a glimpse of what life would have been like had I lived there...very pretty campus, reminded me a lot of any number of colleges in the US...but far away from things, and the same rent I'm paying at my place. (Still, she has internet, and you can bet her electricity hasn't gone out!)

Ac is nice, she's a bit ahead of me career-wise, and a lot ahead of me in the having kids department; she has twin sons finishing high school. It's interesting to talk to a non-generative-grammar linguist. I know, there are a lot of them out there, but it's instructive. The project she's working on here is in a field called "argumentation," which seems to be a modern descendant of the ancient study of rhetoric.

After that, I sat at the Gueule a bit and solved the problem that had been bugging me with the paper, so hoping to knock that off soon. I think I prolly won't be submitting something to SALT, again it's the muri-o shinaide thing. I could beat myself up about it, but I'd really rather not, thanks. So once I'm done with my "should" paper I can concentrate on the talks I'm giving in December.

The electricity is fine but they didn't properly clean up the area they were working in; they vacuumed, but there's so much dust from drilling into the wall that it is making me sneeze (fortunately my bedroom is fine, and I can close the door to keep it that way). So that's got to get solved.

Oh, and when they drilled through the wall they poked into the next apartment, so I got to talk to my next door neighbor, who I had met in the entryway several weeks ago, but this time I know her first name. She only speaks French, and speaks it pretty quickly, but is willing to repeat things.