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The playful mode

At the end of a long working day, or in the middle during a break, or in your free time at home, what is it that you most long to play? A geeky memory game!!! And here’s a version you can play right now: it’s been created by digital artist Barbara Parkman and is called Flower Match. It’s my sweetener at this stage of my life (which is the PhD finishing stage) and I thought I’d share. Barbara writes all the animations and 3D graphics in her free time and that’s pretty impressive. That there’s a sweet little game with flowers among her products – good for me and you, eh ;) Solitaire gets old – is old! – and Pearl Poppers which I have also tried just so as to take the edge off (let’s assume there’s no alcohol readily available; computer games are the next best thing, right?) but Pearl Poppers stresses me out right now. All that speed and concentration you need for it, can’t be bothered. I wonder how the wee children that it’s been made for handle all the stress…A few sweet flowers are about it right now, so Flower Match it is for me. I’m not very good at it actually; I need about 4:30 mins to find all the matches. Still, it’s fun.

 

 

Conservative crossdressers in Cuba

From my research.

Interviewer: Where do you think it’s going with Conservatism in Scotland?
I think we are flat-lining and we will- I don’t think we’re universally hated anymore, I think we’re just an irrelevance. We’re seen as some- as an oddity and being a Conservative, you know, voting for them or being a member of the Party is almost like erm something that consenting adults do in private with the curtains closed.  It’s almost, you know, something weird like cross-dressing (laughs) […] I think we must have the weakest centre-right apart from maybe Cuba.

Where do dreams come from though?

Iris Sibirica, by Erich Arends, no date

Kein Fortschritt ohne Wagnis. Wer Träume verwirklichen will, muss wacher sein und tiefer träumen als andere. (Karl Foerster)

Gerhard Finckh und Solveig Maria Schuppler (2010) Natur wird Kunst. Georg Arends. Wuppertal: Von der Heydt-Museum. S. 33

Hidden in the forest

I finished another chapter today and it felt good,good, good. The sun wasn’t quite set yet when I sent it off to my supervisors, so I hopped on my bike and went out into the forest to fill my lungs with fresh air again. It’s been a while and therefore really felt like I hadn’t been out in ages!!Absolutely amazing to breathe the fresh early evening air, slightly damp and filled with the scent of rotting leaves with a sprinkle of golden sunset on top.

Within the first few minutes of being among trees and fallen leaves my vision changed and the whole speed of my being switched into a different gear. I then spotted something white moving among the trees in the boggy area near the lake. A family of swans!! I tried to stalk them and get real close but the water stopped me. So I stood there by a tree stump and watched the family of swans for a while, thinking that I know this forest like the back of my hand and yet all these years I’ve never spotted swans nesting in them. Who knows what other treasures I might find in the wetlands and other places if I keep my eyes open a bit more? I’ll definitely have to buy a pair of wellies though.

I took this special little gift as the reward for the indoor labour I had been occupied with for the past two weeks. Thank you.

Brilliant response!!

Nathalie’s response to yesterday’s post is pretty awesome!! Two more great video-metaphors on what the PhD is like. Check it out here and laugh a little. Any more ideas on the topic? I’d be interested to see what you guys come up with!

Here’s another comment on PhDing from me. Happy Friday!!

Confused!! with eyes wide open

When you’re in a liminal stage, in the process of arriving somewhere and finding your bearings, everything is equally meaningful and meaningless. It’s like when you’re seeking for something really hard and you all along feel that you’re on the verge of finding it, ‘oh yes, this thing here looks almost like it but not quite’…Then five minutes later you’ve found ‘it’ (whatever it is that you’re looking for) somehwere completely different…Yes, that’s me in these first days after settling back home in Germany. I’ve kind of stopped looking for significance for the time being because there’s just no point – and honestly, what is it with me trying to uncover significance in every nook and cranny anyway??

The view from my parents' place - one of the things I enjoy in a relaxed loser-like fashion.

Random observation #1: The cool kid in the supermarket with spiky hair and weirdly fashionable clothes cued to buy – a vanilla pudding. Such a ruffian! When this cool kid heard that the pudding only cost 0.29€ (he obviously hadn’t read the price tag) he said ‘oh, entschuldigen Sie bitte’ to the checkout assistant, dashed off, got himself a small chocolate bar – a Kinder Country, to be precise – said ‘Entschuldigung’ again as he came back and put his few coins for the now two items on the counter. What a cool kid eh! Germany is going in a good direction with this polite next generation.

Random observation #2: You know that you’re a loser when you’re thinking ‘geez, I’m so glad to live so comfortably in my new room at my parents’ place’. LOSER!! Yup, true that.

Random observation #3: In a similar vein, you (that is: me) know that you’ve been away for too long when the old cycle-path shortcuts just don’t work any more. In my hometown where cycling places is the business and where status is derived from the coolness of your bicycle, not knowing your way around weighs heavy. Loser twice.

Random observation #4: East-German science fiction novels are the bee’s knees in terms of social criticism. They were the main vehicle of that back in the day and it’s plain as daylight when you read them. Brilliant stuff! Though this might well be a case of me adapting to well-written German in a confused way. The words resonate within me more immediately maybe (seeing as this is my mother tongue) and that’s probably why I’m thinking all along that ‘this is the best book I’ve ever read! It’s all soooo true’!!! Unlikely that it really is, I mean objectively speaking (which no one ever can do but who cares); Karl-Heinz Tuschel’s books are ok but the one I’m reading right now, Leitstrahl für Aldebaran, was only ever published as a pocket edition and surely can’t be the best of the genre ever. It ranks 84 on the list of 100 best science fiction books in the former GDR and all Tuschel’s other books rank much higher. Which proves both that I’m confused and that GDR science fiction is worthy of having a top 100 (or that this genre is so amazing that even the sucky books don’t suck, at least for this reader!!). There. Confusion.

Almost put my foot in!

In case you haven’t noticed, I do have a bit of a penchant for drama and it’s got me into many scrapes over the years actually. (I remember the time I threw plates around someone else’s kitchen) Anyway, I will be leaving these British Isles shortly and I thought just a few minutes ago that I could jot down a few words about how sad it is to leave etc. The intended title of the blog post was ‘The time of the last things begins’, sort of ‘this is the last time I’ll go shopping at Tesco’s, how sad’ or ‘this is my last pint’ etc. Boring, I know. I’m really glad I decided that it would be way too dorky to write a kitschy post like that because just by accident, in choosing that title, I would’ve been talking about the end of everything! According to the Global Catholic Network, the “the last things are death, judgment, heaven and hell’. Yikes!

I knew the phrase ‘the last things’ was awfully familiar! From watching ‘Supernatural’! Which is the normal person’s access road to Christianity, or rather Christian mythology. How weird is that eh…but how absolutely delicious to watch too!

Gee, it’s been a long week. Anybody interested in learning about the Last Things, read below and look forward to the weekend. Cheerio.

Death is the separation of man’s mortal body and immortal soul. It comes to all men as a result of original sin. It is a temporary state, for at the end of the world, all men shall rise again to be judged by Christ. Thus the whole man, body and soul, will be rewarded for the good or evil that he has done, body and soul, in this life.

At the moment of death, each human person is judged by God based on his conduct in this life, and goes immediately to his reward or punishment.Moreover, at the end of the world, Jesus Christ will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead. At that time, God’s whole plan for the world shall be revealed, and his mercy and justice demonstrated.

Heaven is the eternal state of perfect happiness resulting from the face to face vision of God, which is the reward of those who have served Him in this life.

Hell is the eternal state of torment and despair which awaits those who, in this life, have freely rejected God and the happiness which He offerse.

Before the end of the world, there will be an intermediate state called purgatory. There, those who are bound for heaven, but whose love for God is still marred by some imperfection, undergo a temporary period of purifying suffering. When this purification is complete, they are fit to enter God’s presence and are admitted to the joys of heaven.

TGIF

Tramitz and Friends are doing The Godfather in German, in different dialects.

Have a good one.

Rainy weekend – but at least it’s the weekend

Phew…another week is out, or almost out!!! Whoohooo! Not for me because geek as I am I will have to work tomorrow as well but still – life is good right now. I am making fast progress on my theory chapter and coming to terms quite nicely with really difficult conceptual stuff. No one else has done the kind of research I am doing before, so if I manage to pull it off well then I should be well-positioned for a job next year. Unless, of course, the reason no one does this kind of research is because it’s stupid. In which case I might still be able to get a job at Walmart, hopefully.

Speaking of geekiness though – I came across this very funny blog post just before which is a list of neologisms that really should be used in everyday language.

disgussion (discussion + disgust) (n.) — to segue a discussion into a venting session about the state of the profession, the workplace, or coworkers. “We were just having a disgussion about the new tardiness policy.” Disguss (v.): to have a disgussion. “Yeah, I read the memo but I don’t have time to disguss it right now.”

suscitation (n.) (resuscitation – re-)– To give support or life to, by extraordinary means. “Our blog is now open for respectful and positive comments on this proposal. Please commence nose-to-anus suscitation.”

Bless! Enriching like an electron to an ion or a visit to the Tate Modern eh. Really enjoyed that one because it reminded me of how cool it is to be geeky. Here are the obvious benefits of being geeky again:

  • You can, at the age of 32, hang out with your mates of the same age in just the same way that you hung out with mates when you were 17: drinking, cracking jokes, maybe even camping out. Without a worry on your mind.
  • One of your mates will never have smoked pot before because he/she was too busy with a variety of geeky pursuits. So there’s the enjoyment of watching people do that. Or so I heard.
  • There’s the amazing feeling of having the world at your feet through a mouse-click, all day long. That wonderful sensation even has an erotic component to it, as all experiences of power do.
  • Geekiness is cleanliness, unless you have to work in some sort of archive in which case you are to be pitied. No dirt in my working life. (Well, the keyboard does accumulate all sorts of crumbs over time but that doesn’t count.)*
  • If you’re a sporty geek, then you’re special but be careful, ‘special’ cuts both ways: People might think that because you ALSO, on top of all the scholarly pursuits, keep fit you’re a smashing individual (there is the moral imperative in our culture to be concerned about our appearance) or they might think that you’re a bimbo (‘someone who invests that much time in looking good must be an airhead’). Or people might not notice at all because they’ve got their heads in their books, in which case you’re just a normal person who’s trying to be healthy. Good on ya.
  • Being geeky means not being out in the weather. I am looking out onto a rainy Scottish sky at the moment, or else just a Scottish sky. But I am warm in my office.

So you see, being geeky is the best, hence my 6-day-working week: Why shorten the enjoyment by one day and have two boring normal days on the weekend? Phhh.

Happy weekend to all you geeks out there!

* This is where I turned my keyboard upside down to clean it. A tiny little portion of a crumbly meal came out.

Bring on the weekend!

This wasn’t such a bad week actually. Ok, Germany isn’t in the World Cup any more but I cannot pretend that I am cut up about it. Because I am not. I’m not even going to watch the World Cup final (shock!horror!!!), not because I don’t want to but because I won’t be able to. I have better plans: I am planning to cross the Cairngorms on Sunday, yay! Out in the mountains all day long!

That’s what I am looking forward to and I am sure on Sunday evening I will be able to say (with feeble voice because I’ll be absolutely knackered) ‘This was a good week.’ I can already say that right now too, of course, because:

  • The week started with my sister’s birthday which was nice. I had sent her a birthday parcel and therefore, for a change, didn’t have to feel bad about not being in touch as often as I should be.
  • On Tuesday night, and for the first time ever, someone recognised my Speights t-shirt as what it was straight away. Speights is a New Zealand beer and only very few people outside New Zealand know it which is why my t-shirt normally doesn’t get recognised as the cool piece of clothing that it is. On Tuesday it did. BTW, Speights commercials are absolutely awesome; take 2 minutes and check out these two samples of New Zealand stockmen masculinity and humour.
  • Wednesday was carbohydrate day. I hadn’t planned on it but it happened. Finished it off with a handmade burger in the evening. What can I say. It was good.
  • Thursday was the acceptance of my first article in a proper academic journal.
  • Today is Friday.

Blue skies, take me away…

Happy weekend y’all.