For two hours, I wrote directly to Blogger a nice long text that my hands were full of inches evaporate in cyber space and I could retrieve only records that Blogger automatically before the vacuum remained. That'll teach me not to go through a word processor before writing here ... Some new
anyway before going to bed. The return last week went well, even though my birthday was a bit lost in the frenzy of the period. Is that giving a new course in an area we know less well (quantitative methods) requires a lot of preparation and concentration, otherwise you become more nervous and lost more than students. As they themselves are still traumatized by their arrival in college and the math aspect of it, it becomes even difficult to decipher their reactions. It goes better this week.
For the rest, this was hanging on. He is 30 now and the St. Francis River is an air of rio Mexico lost in gravel bars.
plaindera We can not get it.
*** In the series there are singers you love and that has too often forgotten here is one which I resouvenu this summer
that would make a nice mix with his only hit:
And this one for the road (not the song beautiful that I have not found)
Thereupon I'm going to sleep ...
