A lot of what I do comes unannounced from the left field. I am currently reconstructing the cuisine of ancient Rome in my kitchen. Why not?
I'm a research scientist and if you thought that this might be an awesome job, let me dispel any doubt: it really is.
Je suis scientifique de recherche et si tu penses que c'est une job platte, mange un char.
At 22, I worked in a Marseille research lab. On my first day, at exactly 12:30 my boss came and said "Laisses tes outils, c'est l'heure du déjeuner -> drop your tools, it's lunchtime." I took part in the sudden, all-inclusive communal march of the French toward the caféteria. I was served a three course meal, with cheese, dessert, a glass of wine and my pick in an olive bar.
The French ate and bantered but 13:15 come, they communally moved to the coffee and cigarette area, then resumed work as they had stopped it at 13:30. The research institute opened at 8:30 and was shut, with all lights off at 18:30. It was shut all weekend long.
My north American workaholic self could not express itself and this was liberatory. I wandered off in Marseille's seaside calanques, drank some wine, swam top-less in Mediterranean creeks, took the train to visit the regional sights, yet, I accomplished a hell of a lot of work.
Helping a distressed person calm down and put things in perspective.
La psycho cognitive et la philo à deux sous.
Saying unsettling things matter-of-factly.
Être extremement vulgaire juste au bon moment.
Storytelling. Raconter des histoires.
Designing and constructing 3D printers.
Fabriquer des trucs et autres machins.
J'aime les sciences, en théorie.
Stanley Kubrik makes me want to buy a Go Pro cam. Ingmar Bergman bothers me when his films remind me of my upbringing.
Those aircraft safety information cards in the pocket of the seat in front, they're incomprehensible are they not?
Si j'étais dans un accident d'avion la dernière chose que je consulterais serait la carte bédé incomprehensible qui se trouve dans la poche du siège en face.
The Goldilocks zone.
The pursuit of happiness.
Papier et crayon feutre.
The means of production.
I am an animal.
I constantly reflect on the reasons and incentives that drive my behavior and my expectations of other's behavior.
I don't hold others to a higher standard than I expect of myself and the example of other's achievements inspire me.
Je ne veux pas t'imposer un role que tu ne veux pas prendre. La pogne tu?
Tu ne ferais peux-être pas ça d'habitude mais écris-moi. Je te donnerai deux morceaux de robot.
Après réflection, j'ai réalisé que quand une femme m'écrit en premier je suis beaucoup plus enclin à la gâter. Comme un bon placement à la bourse...
Reflecting on my behavior I realized that when a woman writes me first I am that much more inclined to cajole her. Wise investment...
Message me, period.