Monthly Archive: November 2013

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Blogging on a jet plane (don’t know when I’ll be back again)

While on my way to the ESTS conference that will take place in Paris from tomorrow until Sunday (thus depriving me from a well-deserved week-end, but I guess that with advent coming up, I will find occasions to make up for it), I can at long last take advantage of time I am not running after to do all the things that occupy a busy life. Blogging from the plane is always special. You are offline and hence off time (will have to add links and put online later), at some distance from the ground of things, moving from A...

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Memory is made of names and places

For years, I have been wondering why so few people work on intellectual networks around 1800 like I do. And then I started noticing the shivering. Those intellectuals around 1800, German idealism and romanticism – the roots of evil. Some about them is known, and some is known enough to know you’d rather not know more about it. Very few people go back to the sources, go to the archive to find out more. The older professors working on the field with whom I talked about it answered to me: It is so much easier for you to work on...

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A nail in the wall

I know only too well of all the corpora and features that we have still not fully realized (or even not yet begun to work on) for the edition, although they were initially conceived as primary goals. I can foresee, for instance, that we will probably not have enough project time to encode the correspondence of the Friday Society, an exchange of letters between five protagonists, sometimes one-to-one letters, sometime group-to-one or one-to-group. I have been wanting to edit this correspondence for ten years now. For seven years, I was blocked by the difficulty of choosing between presenting it in...

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Break

My grandfather died on October, 20th at the age of 77. Beneath many other things, he has been an intellectual mentor to me for years. On the day that I defended my dissertation, he told me that I would defend my habilitation exactly ten years from that day, get a professorship and be free to do great things. I did not manage that, but I’d rather think that he died at peace with my life choices and proud of the things that I actually achieved. 1976 I will resume blogging in a few days.