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The Expert
Today I returned V.’s library books to the university library; chased by a student who wanted to chat, I just pulled away and said it was a difficult day. Difficult especially because one of our first-year students committed suicide last night; a sweet kid, one who had had problems with depression and anxiety, but who…
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Lose an hour
Normally I am annoyed to lose an hour in spring – and elated to gain one in the fall. It’s not just getting to sleep late (my schedule is such that usually I could do that anyway), but the larger association with how I manage my life – I’m kind of full of the White…
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Awake
Early, gray but with enough light to waken me. Among various work, and things not done, and a few things done: still a certain drift, this frequent anxiety that my inept use of my own time puts my life in the category of ‘unsuccessful, also ran, not quite sound.’ Not quite a failure, certainly not…
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Elsewhere
My apologies for this post: merely another whinge about wanting to be elsewhere. But first: where am I now? At home; the apartment is pleasant and, on the side away from the western winds that are bringing us a last dose of winter, relatively warm. Small patches of snow in the corners of my downstairs…
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Against Research
All right. Having included a rather irretrievably assertive statement about getting research done in V.’s eulogy; and knowing that she would be annoyed with me if I let our projects slide too far; and having indulged myself about as far as I can this weekend (drunk to her memory, a lot, on Friday night; slept…
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Memory of V.
[Read today at V.’s funeral, after other remembrances by H. and one of her French relatives.] With Vanessa, the sheer range of enjoyable things to remember about her is a bit daunting – so much hard work, so much fun – writing, shopping, dancing – talking with people from all over the world. The endless…
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Paul Attinello 