“What, do you imagine that I would take so much trouble and so much pleasure in writing, do you think that I would keep so persistently to my task, if I were not preparing - with a rather shaky hand - a labyrinth into which I can venture, in which I can move my discourse, opening up underground passages, forcing it to go far from itself, finding overhangs that reduce and deform its itinerary, in which I can lose myself and appear at last to eyes that I will never have to meet again.
I am no doubt not the only one who writes in order to have no face. Do not ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same: leave it to our bureaucrats and our police to see that our papers are in order. At least spare us their morality when we write.” –Michel Foucault

Oct 5, 2014

Chekhov

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IC6W8J0j8Co
I just finished doing a conversational English session via Skype with a student in Moscow. He did not say a lot. I had to prompt him with questions. When he did speak his accent was not a problem for me in understanding him. He plays video games in English and likes American music but does not watch American Movies or TV shows. I would be tempted, next time, to send him a YouTube Video to watch before the conversation so that we can have something more definite to talk about. He was fun for me to talk to because he sounds exactly like the character “Chekhov” in the original “Star Trek” TV show that I watched as a teenager. It was a running joke on Star Trek that, according to Chekhov, everything of any significance was invented in Russia.
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