after almost three months of writing it usually takes a week for me to wind down and adjust to normal life again. it is kind of strange, you know… i took me even more than a whole week to clean up my desks and put all those Lacan and Zizek books into big amazon boxes and out of sight. what i did not anticipate was what is going to happen now. well, there is still the “rigorosum”, but that is far away… too far. as a result i’ve had some (strange?!) ideas the past few days. for example, i intend to learn French. that would be something completely different and actually fit into the grand theme of Lacanian psychoanalysi — to make a french connection (pun intended, as always). and somehow i discovered that apart for its excellent use for cursing (see the Merovingian in Matrix Reloaded), that particular language is full of ambiguities and puns. (as you may have gathered i do really love puns.)