An Evil Hot Dog Calling Me Things
Apologies for the problems with the previous post - I've been trying to write these in Markdown and import them in, but the Ghost editor is a little wonky. You get what you pay for I guess.
So what's new?! A metric fuckton of French!
My job is just French
I hesitate to dump a bunch more information about the government French class but it genuinely is where I spend most of my time and energy. It's named `330-1` because it is five days a week, 6 hours a day, for 11 weeks for a total of 330 hours - and it very much feels like it.
But the last post was really text heavy so let's get some balance with a bunch of photos:
Interior courtyard I walk past daily, before and the beginning of a protest against the....yeah - what else do you call it but a genocide at this point? Rhetorical question of course, check out almost any major US news outlet for all the creative ways of describing the situation without using that pesky "g" word.
More stuff I pass on my thankfully-mostly-indoors walk from the metro to class. In reverse order: some cool art, "the phobia against electric appliances is as irrational as LGBTQ-phobes" - appealing to rationality around these parts actually works, and the local Marxists have a pretty good designer?
In order: All My Respect to Those Who Serve, A Place That Knows Their Business.
And of course, we have some silliness from the course material itself.
Anyway you were so good you made it to the end. I forget if I posted it already but here is the world's most tired/drugged dog:
