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Alright, my homies, let's just pause and remember that today in 1898 Zola published J'accuse. (Remember? He condemned the Dreyfus affair? And the French army didn't admit that he was right until '95?) Thanks, Zola, for being firey and French.

On Saturday I'll be meeting with Cecile, who may or may not be teaching me French. For the record, I'm not taking classes because I already speak French, it's just got holes in it, and I feel that a tutor would be a lot more useful than a class.
Once my French is back up to speed, though, I'll be starting Italian classes. I'm trying for this summer.

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When I came home from work there was a box underneath my doormat, as though someone who might have wanted to steal my fondue pot would go 'oh, well, I guess I won't since it's under the doormat and all. It must not be for me.'
Thanks, Fed Ex, for looking out for me.