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Blog archives for October, 2011

Archive for October, 2011

Monday, October 31st, 2011


a cornfield at dusk

I am drawing on a backlog of older photos these days, as I am not doing much besides working at work or working at home. I just finished working in the edits (and re-writing what needed re-writing) for a paper that I’ve got to send back tomorrow (a finally read-through shall commence tomorrow after my first class), and shall soon have dinner, before then hieing myself back to my theory chapter.

The photos work again, and the dark four months of the year shall now commence, what with the clocks having gone back this weekend. I don’t like winter time. I wish we could always stay on summer time. Brighter evenings are much more important to me than earlier mornings – waiting for the sun to rise is much more cheering than watching it set at 4pm and knowing it will be dark for the rest of the day. *sigh*

Friday, October 28th, 2011


Yes, I can see how something I just did broke most of the older images. I shall attend to fixery within the next couple of days. Sorry!

Anthropomorphizing, I’d say that, as you can see (?), the carp would like to state that it is not his fault :-O :

the mouth of a carp, open

Thursday, October 27th, 2011

Poetry at work

So, on my board here at work (where I still am, 7pm, yes, yes, I know…) I added a new ‘feature’ during the summer, namely a ‘poem of the week/month’ (to allow for a bit of leeway regarding the frequency of how often I update it) – I haven’t seen any one stop by to read it, but since I used to read everything posted outside of offices while waiting for someone’s office hours to start, I am hopeful that someone at some point actually does. My internal kind-of-rules for the selection are that the poems should be a) poems I am not going to be teaching in the near future, b) not too long, c) possibly not the most popular poems, on account of people being more likely to having encountered those, d) in English (now, at any rate – the first one I posted was a translation from Russian, so …) .

Today I changed the poem on display for the first time, and on that momentous occassion (ha!) decided to share them here, too. The first one I posted on my board I had only just encountered at the time of me deciding to embark on this venture, the second one is an old favourite (which I will share on a different day) – and for now here is installation #1, which I read and which immediately reminded me of Kurt Vonnegut writing in Slaughterhouse Five: “And Lot’s wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human.” (21f) I do, too.

Lot’s Wife
Anna Akhmatova

And the just man trailed God’s messenger
His huge, light shape devoured the black hill.
But uneasiness shadowed his wife and spoke to her:
“It’s not too late, you can look back still

At the red towers of Sodom, the place that bore you,
The square in which you sang, the spinning-shed,
At the empty windows of that upper storey
Where children blessed your happy marriage-bed.”

Her eyes that were still turning when a bolt
Of pain shot through them, were instantly blind;
Her body turned into transparent salt,
And her swift legs were rooted to the ground.

Who mourns one woman in a holocaust?
Surely her death has no significance?
Yet in my heart she will never be lost
She who gave up her life to steal one glance.


Thursday, October 27th, 2011

Its nothing but a fake lake…

a fake lake

… because the skyline etc are actually being reflected on the roof of my sister’s black car.

Wednesday, October 26th, 2011


Just got home after the second long workday, and let me say it here, in case I feel less enthusiastic three months from now: I am really really glad that term has started again. Yes, one might think that leaving for work at 7.30am in the morning and returning home at 9.30pm at night and thus having spent 14 hours out of the house (can that be right? I suppose it must be – but it did not feel that long) ought to be exhausting (and it probably will be, some weeks), but this week, it hasn’t been – not really. I mean, yes, yesterday I got home and pretty much all I did was eat something and plop down on the couch and phone my parents, and the 6am alarm this morning was not greeted with cheerful smiles, but in general, its been a good two days. I forget that I actually really like teaching, during the time between term, and its always good to rediscover the delight of it, and I am really excited about the projects my students are going to be developing, as well.

So the only thing I am unhappy about is that I cannot make it to the Interdisziplinäre Kolloquium on Tuesday evenings this term, as its during the time that I am doing ‘Time for Talking,’ and I’ve always enjoyed going to the colloquium and learning about other people’s research. I like my two TFT classes too, though – yesterday I learned a lot about the shipyard in Flensburg. I just wish the two didn’t occur at the same time. (Clearly, the IK needs to be streamed online or something).

And I need to improve the food situation – advance food prep will definitely be called for, because, by9.30pm, the last thing you really want to do is spend 30 minutes cooking/waiting for things to cook, no matter how potentially tasty the zucchini etc look, and eating microwaveable rice with cickpea spread – not all that exciting, and while a perfectly good stopgap, is not a long-term plan. And I discovered that, while salad is quicker, the fact that I make a big tupperware container of salad to take to work with me in the morning (which has been working really well) means that even I don’t find a second meal of salad (that still needs to be prepared) all that enticing. If it were ready to eat, who knows. But, you know, advance food prep: not a problem. Just needs to be done.

So, yes, good (but long) days (today was longer than it was technically required to be, since I opted for 1km of swimming after the senate meeting finished [I opted out of doing more distance than that on account of the business of the pool – back to longer distances on friday]). Also, suprise encounter with a colleague from the physics department – in the pool. Networking, no telling where it might occur. :-).

Now – to write for another two hours, or to sleep, and write early tomorrow morning before I head to work? Decisions, decisions… .

Wednesday, October 26th, 2011

I am the cactus

Tuesday, October 25th, 2011


Monday, October 24th, 2011

Home is where the television tower is

TV tower in Mannheim


Sunday, October 23rd, 2011

La brindille

Saturday, October 22nd, 2011

One afternoon, the birch

Friday, October 21st, 2011

Once upon a Thursday in September

So, here’s part one of a slightly late travelogue from three weeks ago (I initially typed a light travelogue, and while that is not quite what I wanted to say, it woll most likely be true, as well. Light on text, heavy on image.) So, three weeks and a day ago I took my car and started my leisurely journey towards Kirchen and Filkcontinental, the plan for which was to take small country roads instead of the major highways.  I like driving when I am somewhere else on holiday, but I don’t like doing it when its just getting-straight-from-a-to-b-on-a-major-highways (boooring), and since I had enough holiday days for 2011 left over (having not gone anywhere this summer), I just took an additional one off and left on Thursday.

On the way down I stopped in Hamburg for a while, to attend a recording of the TV show Topfgeldjäger, of which I can only show you a picture of my entry ticket, as photographing is not allowed at all. (It’s [maybe exclusively, but certainly partially] due to the fact that that would spoil the whole ‘live broadcast’ illusion they have going.]) If I were them, I’d use the staff photographer they have on hand anyway to offer taking pictures of the attendees with the people on the show, and then emailing them to the attendees on the day after the broadcast. Or even to print them out, have them signed by the stars, and them mail them to people. Both for a small (or not so small, for option b) fee, of course. But no-one asked me, so that potential goldmine of money shall remain unexplored – and a photo of but the ticket for you there shall remain here.

Lots of prettier things to show, at any rate, and a photo was never central to my attendance there, so fair enough. (I went to see how the camera works that they use to zoom into cooking pots and pans and ovens with, and learned its secrets I have, so all is good. Also, fun times.) But I digress.

Since the day was getting on a bit by then I took the highway until close to Bremen and then opted for the ‘scenic route’ option in the navigation system, which took me down small country roads, ever southwards. I caught the sun setting over the Dümmer See and then spent my night in Osnabrück, and then heading off to Bad Iburg early the next morning, to look around there, before driving through the Hochsauerland to Kirchen. (Which will be in the Friday part of this travel report).

Wednesday, October 19th, 2011

Behind Glass

I was going to post more than just a photo, but then a 12 hour workday happened, and tomorrow will be another one. So, you know, things behind glass.

Tuesday, October 18th, 2011

Be a joyrider!

Roxette Concert, 16. Oct. 2011

Photo taken with my telephone, because cameras were not allowed. See the flash in the photo for a less rules abiding (chicken?) citizen than I… .

Friday, October 14th, 2011

One tree

Here’s another challenge reply – this is my take on the prompt ‘tree’.  :-)

Wednesday, October 12th, 2011

Progression: II. Second-hand Heart

A second-hand heart
But the feelings remain
It’s been battered and bruised
But it loves just the same
You’re not the first one I love
But you might be the last
I step into the future
And let go of the past.