"the French don't conceptualize diversity"

Aloa!

Okay, I am back to life. Thanksgiving week off is coming up, so I have a little more time to catch my breath and enjoy a few seconds of writing on this poor, poor blog, who suffered from acute loneliness over the past few weeks.

Life at Stanford is great. Lots of sun, lots of smily people, lots of activities.
Tonight, for example, I am going to see Paul Farmer talk at the Memorial Auditorium. The venue sold out. Wow.

They don't and won't have snow. But they have things that LOOK LIKE snow banks. Look, here!



Ju Jitsu is going well, although I am not kicking as much ass as I was in karate.
Humf.

Yesterday I overheard a young woman complain to an older man that she lacked a word in French to express something. She continued, "the French don't conceptualize diversity". Hum. I wonder if she was talking about "gender". I faced the same issue myself when I was writing my scholarship applications (in French) and trying to talk about my future work.

Interesting.

I am preparing research papers on gender and decentralization, and on feminist pedagogy and feminist theory in the Stanford Teacher Education Program.
Fun.

My mom is in China.
My sister is back home. (She sent me a bracelet and some Chicken earrings from Chile, gorgeous. Her third present has yet to be photographed... You'll like it.)

So here, le Poulet wearing chicken earrings:



And the bracelet come mustache:



I'm having fun with the French crew.



(Oh, and I DON'T look that skinny. Weird photo effect, and the fact that I am upside down... Bizarre!)

Life is good!