the wind is going to blow away the roof above my head

there is a little bird coming at my window from time to time not today it’s too windy and cold

do people who know they will die soon always wish they could live longer or do they sometimes also want to die

don’t try to enter purdue’s campus at 5pm the traffic is insane

yesterday i wanted to start a list of all the people i have met during my life but then i realized that in the last almost two years i’ve spent here i have met so many people i could fill five notebooks with all their names

i hate to have to admit that but i am feeling crappy these days physically and mentally

as my father would say il y a un bon dieu pour les crapules because i am doing a lot of stupid things these days and among others forgot my credit card in the atm but no one used it before i was able to block it for free too

i eat chocolate all the time and have zits all the time but there might not be any correlation between the two since i also drink water and sleep and read and worry and breathe indiana’s air and teach all the time so any of these things could cause the zits

i wrote a little website accessibility survey today for margie so she can decide what changes she wants me to make on the iawe website when she becomes the president and it almost felt like i was the website expert for a minute

the snow has melted and it feels like fall a bad fall really but not like february

i listen to paolo conte and love it especially sotto le stelle del jazz le donne odiavano il jazz non si capisce il motivo

the wind the wind the wind and the rain

my favorite flower is the daffodil ou la jonquille i used to have a whole wild garden of them in yverdon and the man who wants my heart will get it in exchange for daffodils

I wander’d lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretch’d in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed – and gazed – but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

Si on me cause pas je boude