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For those not following along at home, I live outside of Paris. There are no Parisien buildings, no boulevards and there is a single train line that links us to “civilisation”.
A couple of weeks ago I was researching software carpentry and places in France where training was happening and found to my surprise Bures sur Yvette on the list! Even stranger, I’d walk past the entrance to Proto204 without ever going in…
Inside is hidden the world of Proto204. A place for researchers, students, start ups and even us locals to meet and discuss technology.
To kick things off I managed to get a ticket to the session titled “Optimistes Numériques (O.N.)” which thanks for the single train line I turned up to spectacularly late but…
The videos are available here, and are well worth watching:
This is pure genius. I’d loved to have lost my childhood to this.
What is the chance that they’re all gone world-wide by the end of the year?
“I guess it just underlines one of the main differences between Anglo and French cultures….when we meet someone new, we tend to look for anyway possible to connect with them, whereas as the French just….dont.”
Or it just shows that in France, personal is personal and not blurted out the first time you meet. Try putting the shoe on the other foot. You’re at a evening class and your supposed to listen to everyone’s personal information and remember it. At least in France you’re not swamped with stuff that isn’t part of what you’re learning about!
Doonesbury has grow on me over the years, I first really started reading it in Chicago all those years ago.
This summer as Alex took a massive step in her life my daughter each took massive steps in theirs.
I have a fear that Mike’s experience is a vision of my own future.
“The next day, as Mike prepares to lead his daughter down the aisle, he flashed back for a moment, seeing her not radiant in the wedding dress that brought him up short, but as a little girl with a fistful of wildflowers. “You okay?” Alex asked him. “You seem a little out of it.” “I’m fine,” her father told her. “You go play.”