Mittwoch, 27. Februar 2008

Film Quotes Meme

Because I am kinda tired and full of dread of tomorrow, I'll skip writing about me today and turn to something that I love: a film quotes meme. Snatched from grashopper. And I'm not going to brag about how difficult it is for me to pick just 10 favourite films. Hello? That list is endless!

1. Pick 10 of your favorite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. Fill in the film title once it's guessed.
5. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions

1. ~ "Why, you stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking... nerf-herder!"
~ "Who's scruffy lookin'?"
2. "It's not the years honey, it's the mileage."
3. "Today, life is good." - The Two Towers solved by Morrighan
4. "Did you really just say, "Fat Pig"? You are my sister... and the best you can do is "Fat Pig"?" - In Her Shoes solved by amandajames
5. "Girl, your English is fucking atrocious!"
6. "No true fiasco ever began as a quest for mere adequacy. A motto of the British Special Air Force is: 'Those who risk, win.' A single green vine shoot is able to grow through cement. The Pacific Northwestern salmon beats itself bloody on it's quest to travel hundreds of miles upstream against the current, with a single purpose, sex of course, but also... life." - Elizabethtown solved by Morrighan
7. ~ "Do you... do you love me?"
~ "Not today. No."
8. "Ooh, see that, there. Who needs affection when I have blind hatred?" - Ten Things I hate About You solved by Morrighan
9. "See what you have to ask yourself is what kind of person are you? Are you the kind that sees signs, sees miracles? Or do you believe that people just get lucky? Or, look at the question this way: Is it possible that there are no coincidences?" - Signs solved by Morrighan
10. "If you were waiting for the opportune moment, that was it." - Pirates of the Caribbean - The Curse of the Black Pearl solved by Morrighan

Shouldn't be too hard, I suppose. And BTW, the films are random order.

EDIT: As you can see I added the solutions to those quotes already solved. I made them dark blue so those of you who are still guessing shouldn't be able to read it immediately. If you highlight the text you should be able to see the solution though.

Montag, 25. Februar 2008

Video Diary.

Today's entry was recorded at sunset after I had cleared away a lot of branches from our trees. So if you've ever wondered why I love my village so much and hate to go back to Berlin, here's the chance to see the beauty of living in this village. And please don't look to close at me, I looked pretty horrible today. ;)


Sonntag, 24. Februar 2008

The sentiment of the day...

... is the one depicted in the icon. I went to a very nice birthday party yesterday, had my first congratulatory performance as a nun (don't ask), danced a lot, drank a lot, had loads of fun with my lovely neighbours (they are just the best people ever), and slept very little. Today I was helper at the communal election, and I had to be there at 7:30 in the morning. We were busy until 8 p.m. counting the results and doing the necessary paperwork, and now I'll enjoy a nice glass of wine and then go to bed. And maybe tomorrow I'll manage to write a bit mre about this lovely weekend.

Samstag, 23. Februar 2008

Why did nobody tell me about the hurricane?

About an hour ago the storm cut my internet connection through two short power outages right in the middle of the latest Lost episode. Well, thank you very much. At least it was not in the middle of the sexy Sawyer-sequence. Who actually said men with glasses and books were not sexy?

Well I used the time for some reading. The pile of books still to read is just growing and growing, in next week I'll add to it by buying the books I need to read for the next semester. And maybe one or two from Rory's reading list. And now I should go to bed, the night is going to be relatively short. But to be honest I am discovering something liberating about the night again. At about midnight I stop being nervous and quiet down again.

Freitag, 22. Februar 2008

I put a spell on you...

Do you know the feeling that when you dreamed something up it will never happen? That's what I've got right now. I have dreamed something up, something beautiful and something that would be nice maybe, and now it's not going to happen. Sometimes I just feel like the most screwed-up person ever.

And yes, this post is going to remain as cryptic as it is. Talking about something is even more jinxing than dreaming.

Donnerstag, 21. Februar 2008

What's supposed to be so funny about love???

As you may have noticed I am writing two papers this semester, and one of them is on Shakespeare. As actually all paths are trodden, trampled, dried, and by now even paved when it comes to analysis of the play I decided to do something about Shakespeare in contemporary popular culture. I am going to focus on Almereyda's Hamlet (2000) and Luhrmann's Romeo + Juliet with a little detour to Shakespeare in Love and Ten Things I Hate About You. I'll cut out Branagh though I think.

I'm doing the preparatory reading at the moment, and I think my next text is going to give me a heart attack. First of all it deals again with the opposition of high culture vs. popular culture. Popular culture luckily has found a way to incorporate high culture, to suck it in, chew it thoroughly and then spit it back out into the face of people who think there is only one right way to appreciate Shakespeare, and this way does not include evil Hollywood. Some of my professors and fellow students clearly exhibited this attitude during the last semester, much to my dismay but also to my amusement because when talking about Hollywood they clearly showed they didn't have a clue what Hollywood actually is.

It is pretty sad if academics dismiss Hollywood films as something unimportant because they don't like it/don't want to deal with it/feel they are too smart to deal with it. Apart from missing out on some good fun, they also neglect a part of our culture that has a huge impact on people. Movies draw us magically into the cinema; they tell a story in a way we care about the characters. They employ mechanism to manipulate us that are just worth understanding. Most of all they are products of our culture and its ideologies, mirroring and adressing them, supporting and questioning them at the same time.

So having finally written the rant on the arrogance of academics, this is what made me do it (apart from my little habit of evading work); it's located in a text about Romeo + Juliet:

"[Romeo and Juliet] already is a comedy, upon which a tragic denouement has been more or less arbitrarily imposed; at some point we are supposed to stop laughing and start crying. But where exactly is that point? There is, undeniably, something inherently funny about adolescent passion, even to the young."

The last bit just tipped me off. What the hell is supposed to be so inherently funny about the first time you fall in love? What is supposed to be funny about something as painful and nerve-wrecking as love anyway? Even reducing Romeo's and Juliet's love to mere passion points to the cynic speaking, and cynicism is not an academic position even if most academics love to cynically lament the downfall of our society. The author goes on to explain that the comic aspect of the passion of the young is why Shakespeare put Mercutio into the play, the cynic poking fun at Romeo and his passion. I think it is no coincidence that Mercutio dies early enough and that his death is the final event that sets the tragedy in motion that leads to the death of the star-crossed lovers. His death is the point where the audience stops laughing.

And now I'm going to take a deep breath and try not to rip apart this text in my paper.

Icons and Lorne...

So I tested some of darciana's tricks today and the icon is the result. I refrained from posting it on the GH though. I want to add some more brush and grunge stuff or some texture, so that the background stops looking so plain. BTW darciana also made a beautiful icon of the same picture in black and white.

And now, after so much work evading I'll just head for bed. Into a white whine induced sleep.

Mittwoch, 20. Februar 2008

Work evader.

I have found again the perfect strategy of evading my work for the papers again. I rediscovered my love for the Gilmore Girls. I tried to get into working mood by watching Rory work away and guess what - it didn't work. Now I'm evading reading some boring text by blogging. And just thinking that I'll have to watch Hamlet again I'm already half asleep.

Gosh, work on this paper sure sounds like it's gonna be a drag, and after this one there is another one.

Montag, 18. Februar 2008

Aaaand here we go again.

So, after holding on through the rest of the semester and work and the party yesterday, apparently my body suggests that I should get some rest. It actually makes its case pretty convincingly. And I hate it for doing this because I don't now what exactly is wrong, only that I feel kinda queasy and not too good and tired, and then I start panicking getting the idea that maybe I have something really serious and then my heart does this strange 'Thumpthump'-thing and I panic even more and at some point I will be hyperventilating again. Well, at least I'm giving my mother a reason to worry now.

So I have been lying on the couch and watching The 4400 during the afternoon to take my mind off the strange things my body is doing because it usually helps which suggests to me that this is really just happening in my head. I'll get myself checked next week though when I'm back in Berlin because it's time for the yearly check-up anyway. And yes, I do hate it to sound like an old woman who goes from doctor from doctor and has a thousand ailments but this thing kinda gets stuck in your head. So an now to the important and agreeable thing of the day: I have been watching The 4400 very selectively, means I selected episodes that interest me actor-wise. And you can guess now which I am watching and which I am just reading about. :-)

"Annemariemarie, wie heißt dein drittes Kind?"

Heute war Schwägerinnengeburtstag, und da ich nicht mehr annähernd nüchtern bin und man das auch nur in der Muttersprache schildern kann, gibts heut mal einen Eintrag in selbiger. Nach 11 Stunden Arbeit und 5 Stunden Schlaf war ich heut auch nicht so das fitteste Wesen auf Erden. Um drei gings dennoch rüber zu den Nachbarn und ihrem größeren und beheizten Partyraum. Um vier gabs Kaffee und Kuchen. Danach begann meine Schwägerin mit dem Bowle und Schnaps verteilen. Pursi dachte sich "Ummm, Rhabarberschnaps, lecker." Diese Einstellung erwies sich als eine essentielle Grundvorraussetzung für den Abend.

Um fünf stimmte Pursi-Mutter das erste Lied an. Ein Sauflied, an dessen Ende man eben das Glas Schaps vor sich leerte. Pursi-Mutter hatte außerdem freien Zugang zum Sekt. So weit so gut, denn so läuft das immer in diesem Dorf. Um sechs: Pursi hat das erste Glas Bowle wech und diverse Gläser Rhabarberschnaps auch. Trotz leichtem Rausch hört sie der 11-jährigen Nachbarin Englisch-Vokabeln ab. Englisch spricht sich im Suff schließlich am besten.

Um sieben gibt es Abendbrot per Buffet. Mjammi. Schwägerinnen-Neffe kommt kuscheln und hält Pursis Zeigefinger in seiner Patschehand. Auch wenn er Pursi eigentlich nur sehr flüchtig kennt, aber wenn man Ruhe will ist einem alles egal. Um acht dann gehts mit Schnaps und Bowle weiter. Kurz danach werden von Pursi-Mutter die nächsten Leider angestimmt. In diesem Dorf singt man nunmal, wenns einem gut geht. Und bei Feiern wird hier quasi immer gesungen. Um neun: der minderjährige Schwägerinnen-Neffen ist zu Bett gebracht (nachdem er mal eben eines der Schnapsgläser ausgeleckt hat, was sich als nicht so lecker erwies), also kann man auch langsam mal versaut werden. Pursi-Mutter beginnt die etwas deftigeren Lieder anzustimmen, Schwägerinnen-Oma, Nachbarin und eigene Oma stimmen mit ein. "Der Fuchs läuft durch den Wald, der Fuchs läuft durch den Wald, er hat die Elster angeknallt, jetzt läuft sie schwanger urch den Wald, der Fuchs läuft durch den Wald. Der Igel mach nuff nuff, der Igel macht nuff nuff, 'Was ist denn hier im Walde los, ich dacht wir sammeln Beern und Moos.' Der Igel macht nuff nuff. Der Borstel hats gesehn, der Borstel hats gesehn, da blieb ihm glatt der Piepmatz stehn, drum musst er in die Ecke gehn, der Borstel hats gesehn." Pursi und Pursi-Bruder fangen langsam an sich zu fragen, was da in dem Sekt war. Statt genauerer Nachforschungen verlangt Pursi allerdings nach mehr Schnaps. Das hilft beim Zuhören. Aber immer noch: so weit, so normal in diesem Dorf. Immer wieder gut: das Lied vom Schornsteinfeger: "Schornsteinfeger möcht ich werden simserimsimsim. Ist der schönste Beruf auf Erden simserimsimsim. Ging die erste Treppe runter simseriemsimsim. War die erste Magd schon munter simserimsimsim.
'Schornsteinfeger du bleibst hier juwiderallala Heute wird gefegt bei mir oho aha!'"

Den Rest des Textes muss ich bei Gelegenheit mal reineditieren, but you catch my drift. Pursi und der Rest der Festgesellschaft hören amüsiert zu. Pursi-Bruder würde gerne bremsen, aber wie bremst man eine Dampflokomotive in voller Fahrt? So gegen 10 haben wir den Trinkspruch in gesungener Form von Hermann Löns circa 15 Mal gehört. 'Hermann Löns, es brennt die Heide...', so oft wie die heut schon gebrannt hat, ist langsam nichts mehr übrig von ihr. Aber am Ende eines Trinkspruches kommt ja Gott sei Dank immer da Löschen. Pursi füllt zum fünften Mal ihr Bowleglas und zum 10 Mal das Schnapsglas. Je mehr zum Löschen, desto besser.

Gegen 11 sind wir dann bei Annemarie und Pursi singt fröhlich mit. Das Lied ist ein Klassiker, den man nach drei Dorffesten gut kennt: "Annemariemarie, wie heißt dein erstes Kind? Das Kind heißt Friedrich, es war ein Jungfernstich, eieiei Jungejungejunge, Annemarie." "Annemariemarie, wie heißt dein zweites Kind? Das Kind heißt Henriette, denn es geschah auf der Damentoilette, eieiei Jungejungejunge, Annemarie." "Annemariemarie, wie heißt dein drittes Kind? Das Kind heißt Waldemar, weil es im Wald geschah, eieiei Jungejungejunge, Annemarie." "Annemariemarie, wie heißt dein viertes Kind? Das Kind heißt Theodor, denn es geschah im Fußballtor, eieiei Jungejungejunge, Annemarie." "Annemariemarie, wie heißt denn nun dein Mann? Ich habe keinen Mann, ich lasse jeden ran, eieiei Jungejungejunge, Annemarie." Inzwischen singen nur noch Pursi-Mutter und Nachbarin lauthals und Pursi leise, denn der Rest ist schon nach Has gegangen. Pursi ist dazu übergegangen, während des Singens Beweisvideos zu machen. Pursi-Mutter feiert dieses Jahr schließlich den Sechzigsten, und sowas kann man immer gebrauchen. Der Nachbar beschließt, dass wir die Nachbarin und Pursi-Mutter ohne Probleme an Feiern als Stimmungskanonen vermieten können. Pursi überlegt, wie man wohl eine Lizenz zum Singen in der Berliner S-Bahn in bekommt.

Gegen viertel nach 11 wird es scließlich zu kalt zum Singen und Pursi, Pursi-Oma und Pursi-Mutter wandern als letzte Gäste nach Hause. Aufgeräumt wird morgen, der Vorteil von frostigem Wetter ist auch, dass man keinen Kühlschrank für die Buffetreste braucht. Pursi-Mutter beklagt einen am Schlappen zu haben, worauf Pursi nur den Ratschlag gibt, einfach das Bein aus dem Bett zu hängen, wenn sich alles dreht, das bremst dann. Der Hund freut sich halb weg. Wahrscheinlich, weil das Gesinge aus dem Nachbarhaus endlich aufgehört hat und es endlich ruhiger wird. Und somit ist der Schwägerinnen-Geburtstag zu Ende.

Und Pursi bekommt einen gehörigen Schluckauf, der auch auf den Hund abfärbt. *hick*

BTW Sektgläser: kleine Anekdote aus dem Theater: Pursi am letzten Samstag zu den zahlenden Gästen, denen sie gerade zwei Gläser Sekt auf die Theke gestellt hat: "Zwei Gläser Sex(t), das macht dann acht Euro." Barneuling J. lacht fröhlich ins Kühlfach, während Pursi versucht halbwegs ernsthaft den Gästen ihr Wechselgeld wiederzugeben, bevor sie in längeres Gegicker ausbrechen kann.

Sonntag, 17. Februar 2008

Going home. In the morning.

I just managed to fit everything for my 10 day stay at home into one suitcase. Well and a laptop bag and my normal bag. But still, not bad.

Okay, maybe there is no need to bring five books but I'm pretty sure I'll finish the one I'm reading (which I haven't updated into the list - dang!) today or tomorrow, and then I need to pick a new (or an old) one, and I don't know which one I'll pick up first.

Anyway... I'm off to the station.

Donnerstag, 14. Februar 2008

I declare ...

... this semester officially over. Yay!!! :choirs.of.angels: Which means I now have sufficient time to sort my SGA icons into a better system than hundreds of icons into the same folder write two papers, work and do... important things. Like sorting my icons.

I also declare that question 17 of the meme is very officially missing. If you want to, just make something up. Be creative. So inspired by SGA episode 17 of season 3:

17. Which is your favourite day of the week?
Sunday. Because by now it is the official day of the week that I don't work and just have to myself.

So, enough with the official things. Unofficially I'll say that I'll write something about the experiences of my first semester as a masters students* later. I guess. And I'll maybe even write about academics and Hollywood. Maybe.

* Okay, hands up everyone who read something else than masters. Even I thought at first I wrote somebody's name that I would really like to study *coughs* a little closer.

The hair! The horror!

I just washed my new haircut and blowdried it to look into the mirror and find out that I look like the freaking square orange! Ahhhh! Gosh, I really gotta take a picture to the hairdresser's next time. This just turned out too fuzzy at the edges and now I'll really have a hard time to makes something halfway good looking out of it. Today I'll just pin up my hair, but on Saturday I gotta try blowdrying it differently. Oh my.

60 Questions

I got up two hours ago and am still sitting in my jimjams in front of the computer. Where did all the time go? Oh yeah, right, into a 60 questions meme snatched form Faith and some Lorne-fangirlying.

1. What is in the back seat of your car right now?
Nothing because I don't have a car.

2. When was the last time you threw up
Really throwing up? I don't really remember actually. Christmas Eve probably after that two pieces of cake with cream in it on an empty stomach.

3. What's your favorite curse word?
Bloody fucking shit or verdammte Axt or a combination of those.

4. Name 3 people who made you smile today?
I haven't even seen one person today. So... Faith on her Blog, Jason Momoa and his new haircut and Gamina's and WüRa's reaction to that. I'm easy to amuse.

5. What were you doing at 8 am this morning?
I was fast asleep.

6. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?
Having the first sips at the cup of coffee that I'm about to finish right now.

7. What will you be doing 3 hours from now?
I will be sitting in the last seminar of this semester.

8. Have you ever been to a strip club?
Nope.

9. What is the last thing you said aloud?
I was singing along to Somebody to love by Queen.

10. What is the best ice cream flavor?
Chocolate.

11. What was the last thing you had to drink?
Coffee.

12. What are you wearing right now?
Snoopy pyjamas. I just got up.

13. What was the last thing you ate?
A bun.

14. Have you bought any new clothing items this week?
As a matter of fact I have, and I actually hardly ever buy clothes.

15. When was the last time you ran?
Really ran? After the tram two weeks ago. Really really ran? Walking the dog a couple of weeks ago and suddenly I started to run.

16. What's the last sporting event you watched?
Ohhh... really watched? Well I guess the football match Greenbay Packers vs New York Giants counts anthough I just watched a bit because I was fascinated by how you only saw a lot of clothes and a bit of white fog of the fans.

18. Who is the last person you emailed?
Probably my boss. I hardly ever email.

19. Ever go camping?
No.

20. Do you have a tan?
No. I delight in my vampire-esque paleness.

24. Do you drink your soda from a straw?
No. I don't drink soda. I drink cocktails from a straw though.

25. What did your last IM say?
IM... internet message? I can't remember because I haven't used the messenger in ages.

26. Are you someone's best friend?
I don't think so.

27. What are you doing tomorrow?
Some office stuff, cleaning up, start packing, cook, and go to Kung Fu class.

28. Where is your mom right now?
At home and probably at work.

29. Look to your left, what do you see?
The telly. But it's off. Nothing on tv at this time anyway.

30. What color is your watch?
I lost two watches in a row and I didn't have the second one very long, so I took it as a sign not to have a watch. I'm going for a fob watch next time that I can put into my pockets.

31. What do you think of when you think of Australia ?
Beach and ocean.

32. Would you consider plastic surgery?
No. I'm way to lazy to endure all the nuisance and the pain.

33. What is your birthstone?
Huh? You mean like the stone for the month you were born in? I think that's amethyst.

34. Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?
Depends on whether I have a car or not. Because without a car a drive thru doesn't make too much sense.

35.How many kids do you want?
At least two. Three would be nicer.

36. Do you have a dog?
Yes. Cutest little creature on the planet.

37. Last person you talked to on the phone?
My brother. I think.

38. Have you met anyone famous?
Define meeting. Seen - yes. Served a drink - yes. Got an autograph - yes. Met in a hotel/hotel bar/elevator - yes. Just met someone and had a chat like two people having a casual chat - no.

39. Any plans today?
Class, buying food, cooking food, reading, knitting and maybe picking up Dungeon Siege again.

40. How many states have you lived in?
One. Well, two.

41. Ever go to college?
Doing that right now. Well as soon as I'm dressed.

42. Where are you right now?
In front of my desk in a very comfortable position.

43. Biggest annoyance in your life right now?
Flatmates breaking my mugs.

44. Last song listened to?
Somebody to love by Queen in the narrow sense, in a wider sense of song it's the score of North and South.

46. Are you allergic to anything?
Dumb and intolerant people.

47. Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time?
Chucks that once a long time ago were yellow and orange. Oh, and they didn't have holes then as well.

48. Are you jealous of anyone?
No. There are occasional fits of envy, but they don't last long and usually I remember pretty fast what I have.

50. Is anyone jealous of you?
I don't think so.

51. What time is it?
Quarter to 12. I forgot how long these memes can take.

52. Do any of your friends have children?
Some.

53. Do you eat healthy?
At the moment I'm working on eating regularly and not making it fastfood. Because I share the kitchen with my flatmates I am kinda lazy to go and cook properly. It's easier at home because the fridge and the kitchen are not far away and I can bring my laptop to listen to music or watch something while I cook. So... I'm trying.

54. What do you usually do during the day?
Breathe. Sometimes I eat. Think... read... on a good day I even talk.

55. Do you hate anyone right now?
No. Unadulterated loathing yes.

56. Do you use the word 'hello' daily?
I guess so. Though more in the sense of "Hellllooooo, you sexy thing." If I see a sexy thing that is.

58. How old will you be turning on your next birthday?
26.

59. Have you ever been to Six Flags?
No.

60. How did you get one of your scars?
I only have three and I can't decide which one is the weirdest. One is on my left earlobe because I fell and hit it on the armrest of the couch (don't ask - strange couch) when I was five or so. My dad took me to the hospital and I had stitches. I still remember that. One is from rollerblading, and the other one is above the knee fom playing basketball. We used to have stones to hold open the garage doors that were about knee high where I played. So one day I didn't look and scratched my knee open on one of those stones. Bled like hell. Two days after that I played again - and scratched my knee open on the exact same stone in the exact same place. Bled like hell, again. Yes, I do learn slowly sometimes.

Dienstag, 12. Februar 2008

Our songs are our prayers

Lately I have lost my taste for music a little which is why I haven't been listening to much, but last night I started to listen to Queen and David Bowie (via Youtube) and since I got up I've been listening to all kinds of songs by Guns n Roses, Aerosmith, Bon Jovi and Queen. And I just want to say thanks to my brother. He is five years older than I am, and when he was a teenager and I still a child, he listened to all these things, and because we used to play games on his Commodore 64 (yes, early 90s if you care to ask) and listen to all these rock bands at their best I came to love them too.

I think it is where I got my taste for rock music from. It's why I've always loved the sound of a guitar. So excuse me, I gotta listen to Bon Jovi's In These Arms at full volume once more before I go to get my hair cut.

Montag, 11. Februar 2008

Bowie rockt, Alter.

Nach dem Schub an Hochkultur muss ich mal eben auf guten alten Rock zurückkommen:

I, I will be king and you, you will be queen though nothing will drive them away. We can beat them, just for one day. We we can be heroes, just for one day, and you, you can be mean and I, I will drink all the time. 'Cause we're lovers and that is a fact, yes we're lovers and that's fact though nothing will keep us together, we can still try just for one day. We can be heroes forever and ever. What you say?I-I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins-like dolphins can swim
Though nothing-nothing will keep us together
We can beat them-for ever and ever
Oh we can be heroes-just for one day
I-I will be king
And you-you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can be heroes-just for one day
We can beat them-just for one day
I-I can remember
Standing-by the wall
And the guns-shot above our heads
And we kissed-as though nothing could fall
And the shame-was on the other side
Oh we can beat them-forever and ever
Then we could be heroes-just for one day
We can be heroes
Just for one day
We can be heroes
We're nothing, and nothing will help us
Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay
But we could be safer, just for one day
Oh, oh, oh, ohhh-oh, oh, oh, ohhh, just for one day
Oh, just for one day


Der Bowie hats definitiv drauf.

Sonntag, 10. Februar 2008

Flowers!

Thanks to Amanda I got some beautiful narcissus standing in my room now opening their blossoms and smelling in the most delightful way like spring. Outside the sun is shining and it looks like spring. I can't wait to see the world change into the sight of today's icon because these are my favourite spring colours, the yellow of rapeseed fields, the blue of the sky and the fresh green of the trees. And the smell and the warmth of the sun! Spring really is my favourite season of the year.

Unfortunately I gotta work today though and can't send the rest of the afternoon reading a book, watching a film and knitting away on the scarf for my sister-in-law. Oh well.

They broke my Snoopy mug!

I am about to tell you a really sad story now.

Once upon a time, there was a cupboard full of mugs. The mugs lived in cute little kitchen and were safe from harm. Once in a while they were taken out, they were stroked lovingly while coffee was sipped from them in the morning, and they were held carefully with both hands when tea was drunk from them in the evening. They were blissfully sighed into when it was cold in winter and they provided something warm to drink.

But then one day they had to leave the kitchen. They were packed up into newspaper and when they saw the daylight again and blinked away the dust they stood in a completely different kitchen. There was no glimpse of trees when they looked out of the window, but at least there was sky. They looked around, and they realized there was no cupboard! "But where shall we sleep?", wondered Diddl Mug? Still the mugs thought they'd settle in well enough. "I'm sure the other mugs will be really nice to us," said Sheepworld Mug when he saw a bunch of other mugs of various colours sitting on a shelf and eyeing them suspiciously. Snoopy Mug and Spongebob Mug looked at each other when they were placed next to a pink snoopy mug and squealed: "Oh look! Family!" But the pink mug just turned up its handle at them. Snoopy Mug's handle drooped in turn. "How mean, they are not nice at all."

And it got worse. The mugs often waited days for their regular baths and during that time they were pushed this way and that and sometimes they had to stand in the sink, not being able to see the sun in the sky, having dirty plates on top, and shivering in the cold water that was dropped on them from time to time. The hands that held them handled them carelessly and banged them on the table. Chinks and chunks were broken out of them. Now they knew why the other mugs were so mean. What mug wouldn't be if it had suffered this all its life long?

Then one day Sheepworld Mug dropped and shattered. Careless hands picked up the pieces that once had held together the herd and threw them into the Old Darkmouth. Sheepworld Mug vanished and was never seen again. Dark Blue Mug turned grey in places loosing bits of its colour along with its nerves. Some weeks later Aragorn Mug lost its handle and its base. It couldn't keep anything in anymore. The other mugs watched in horror when it was picked up, but it was placed on the table. An hour later it was picked up again - the mugs froze in shock - but the hands carried it into another room and put it into a cupboard. Old friends greeted the broken Aragorn Mug there, mugs it had not seen since it first was put into the new kitchen. Soon the other mugs from the kitchen also settled into the cupboard and they even got new company: Red and Orange, two wonderfully cheerful mugs that made them all laugh all the time with their silly jokes.

But still life as a mug is dangerous. Spongebob Mug shrieked when Snoopy Mug was carried in and placed above him one day. "Your handle's broken off!" Snoopy Mug looked sadly at its friends: "And I am not even clean! They just left me standing there, at the edge of the sink, dirty and my handle broken!" Tears flowed down the red hearts that had been stroked this very morning by the caressing hands as hot coffee had been sipped from it. The other mugs looked mournfully at him. But Aragorn Mug said: "As long as you can hold what is poured into you there is still hope. And even then... look at me. I am useless and yet I am here." And Snoopy Mug wiped its tears away, looked at its friends and said in a defiant voice: "But at least I want to be washed."

And as if someone had heard it the door to the cupboard opened, hands picked it up, took Snoopy Mug once more into the kitchen. For a dreadful moment it thought: "Oh no! I will end up in Old Darkmouth!" But no, the little mug was carried past the old grumpy garbage bin and placed next to the sink. The hands waited until the water was warm, put Snoopy Mug underneath and cleaned off the rests of coffee that clung to its bottom. Then a towel dried its hearts and it was taken back into the cupboard. And just as the doors closed on it and its friends smiling at it, a voice said: "Maybe we can even find some glue for you."

And now excuse me, I gotta wash a broken mug.

Freitag, 8. Februar 2008

Sie schmecken nach Mokka!

Hmm, Mokka. Stark, intensiv und nicht zu süß – Sie schmecken nach langen Nächten und frühen Morgenstunden. Man trifft Sie regelmäßig in Cafés, wo Sie eine Aura tiefer Gedanken verbreiten. Denn Sie haben eine Menge Grips vorzuweisen! Bekannte bezeichnen Sie als intellektuell, und das gefällt Ihnen. Sie sind tiefgründig und nachdenklich und haben ein Faible fürs akademische Umfeld. Oder zumindest den Drang und die Disziplin, Ihr Wissen zu vervollkommnen. Und was ist in langen, einsamen Nächten am Schreibtisch geeigneter als die Gesellschaft einer Tasse Mokka? Sie sind aromatisch und intensiv, ein wahrer Leckerbissen!

Dabei will ich gar nicht intellektüll sein! *quengel*

*sigh*

I decided because I am ill and feeling rather terrible, drinking tea and not doing anything for my papers anyway I could as well do something that makes me feel better and so four hours ago I threw "North and South" into the DVD player. And now I'm sighing happily at the thought of yellow roses and meetings at train stations. Haaaaach.

And the book just made it onto my Amazon wishlist. Since I can finally read something that I want to read and do not have to read for class from next week onwards, I have been collecting ideas (and occasionly books as well) the whole semester already. So, next week. After finishing at least two of the books on my reading list.

Uhh, before I forget: Darciana's icon. (You are the only one that I will credit. ;-))

Mittwoch, 6. Februar 2008

You're 6:49 a.m.



"You're the time of day right around sunrise, when the sky is still a pale bluish gray. The streets are empty, and the grass and leaves are a little bit sparkly with dew. You are the sound of a few chirpy birds outside the window. You are quiet, peaceful, and contemplative. If you move slowly, it's not because you're lazy – it's because you know there's no reason to rush. You move like a relaxed cat, pausing for deep stretches that make your muscles feel alive. You are long sips of tea or coffee (out of a mug that's held with both hands) that slowly warm your insides just as the sun is brightening the sky."

It's funny how I am a time of the day when I am usually really not awake. At all. But it fits perfectly!

Okay, now I'd like to have some lemon...

... because now I really start to feel sick. Wonderful. So I'll get me some tea and go to bed... well early for my usual bedtime.

And Sunday is on the telly, so I'll cry and be depressed in a little while.

Uhh, Sheppard got knocked in the head! *giggles*

Sorry, if I took meds I'd blame it on them. Like this it's just the illness speaking.

"Is there any citrus in this?"

Thanks to my infernally bad health and some slightly rodneyesque character traits of mine (and unfortunately I don't have an infirmary in the basement) I skipped my second class today and went to the doctor after I was in quite a bit of chest pain during my first class. Yes, my body has decided to trip me up again and make me go home. Luckily only the rodneyesque streak is responsible for the pain. I got treated to an ECG and nothing showed up there, although the whole procedure reminded me a little of an electric chair, me being hooked up to so many wires.

The funny thing is, I don't even have to consciously make up illnesses to get a sick certificate. My subconscious does the job for me. Of course I had not finished reading the text for my second class, so it didn't make any sense to go there anyway. But I have to say I have been feeling like crap the whole day, so I'll just relax and read for the rest of the day. And finally eat something.

Dienstag, 5. Februar 2008

Whot?

As I spent most of today not doing what I was supposed to do, I'll just go on with it now. (I should be reading Greenblatt. Yessss.) SciFi's press release concerning some cast decisions on Atlantis has caused an uproar in the fandom. But I guess they expected that when they made Woolsey the new leader of the expedition.

Yes, Woolsey. Yes, the half bald guy that used to be a doctor and that has mostly been a constant pain in the ass when he appeared so far in Atlantis. Don't get me wrong, I really like Robert Picardo and I like how he acts the character. But the character himself? Constantly? Whot?

I mean, I have been thinking about this for the last couple of days when I wasn't researching JEkyll and Hyde and preparing the Hamlet thing, and I have come to realize that I miss Lizzie very much. She just has what it takes to be the leader of this expedition. Her skills as a diplomat and language expert were very much wanted in this position. And the focus was not only on four main characters, which is something that I really liked. I think Carter is a great character and as the leader of the expedition the next best thing, but I didn't like her lack of presence in Season 4 very much. Apart from that her skills as a scientist are kinda redundant. We already have two brilliant scientists bouncing off ideas of each other. There was just no need for another one.

As for the comment by Joe Malozzi that Weir was supposed to stay more in the background and be more like Hammond or Landry, why the hell did they then introduce her the way they did? No need to set up this relationship to Sheppard then. That comment sounds like a cheap way to me to suggest that the show was going in some wrong direction then it for sure wasn't.

And now Woolsey. The laughing stock of Atlantis is supposed to be the leader. I really hope this one stays in the background because I seriously don't want to see much of him. And I don't think the character has what it takes to lead Atlantis. Yes, I know the whole thing has some potential in it. It will be interesting to see the team's reaction to his promotion. It will be interesting to see the struggle with his leadership. For about two episodes. Because we have already seen so much of it. Then it might become very annoying. I just don't see him fit in like Weir and even Carter did. And I haven't even started with the annoyed teeny-tiny bit of feminist feeling inside me that sees another man in charge.

This however does not mean that I'll stop watching the show. I like the other characters too much to stop caring about them. I am just disappointed about this.

Montag, 4. Februar 2008

"Orcs! And so far from Auckland!"

So here we are again. I really have to get out of this city. I come here and turn melancholy and I don't know what to do with myself and I am frustrated.

Erm anyways. I just watch LotR bloopers and laughed my heads off mostly about what Ian McKellen said. And in a second I will watch some SGA or Enterprise actually to divert my thoughts from the usual gloominess that overcomes me when I'm here.

BTW it is funny how everybody suddenly wakes up when you talk about films in a seminar. We are all so passionate about them, it is really funny. I did a short presentation on the history of Jekyll and Hyde adaptations today, and it was ery funny how people reacted. I mean the history in itself is already very interesting. Jekyll and Hyde was adapted for the theatre a year after it was published and changed significantly. In the early films we suddenly see what the evil things are that Hyde does, something that is very vague in the book. Usually there is a very strong sexual content up to the 1931 film, the last Jekyll and Hyde film before the Hays Code was enforced. Jekyll is suddenly killed by his friend instead of taking his own life in the 40s, in the 50s he's parodied, in the 70s Hyde turns female, in the 90s we see the story through the eyes of Jekylls maid; the myth becomes popularized with The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and with a musical version of the story, and there has been a BBC six-parter last year and will be an American version probably this year or next. The whole story is extremely present and it is very interesting to see it change over this period of time. And it was fun to see the reaction of everybody.

Well, that was my day.

Now I know why I usually don't get up early.

Morning. The forum's down. Hmmmm.

BTW who decided that it is so freaking dark and cold on winter mornings? My room is also my bedroom and I have the window open at night, so I have been freezing half to death when I got dressed. Really must think about my policies concerning this. Maybe dress in mom's living room.

Sonntag, 3. Februar 2008

This feels weird.

Life becomes very surreal in certain conversations. I just discussed my brother's habits and the difficulties of sharing a house with my mother, and I ended up defending my brother to a certain degree. I advocated the right of the child to make his or her mistakes and learn from them - even if the child is 30 years old and I am five years younger. But I have been living on my own for a couple of years now, and I have made a lot of mistakes and turned each of them into something good. So at least I know what I am talking about.

But there is one thing that I forgot in my defence for my brother. My mom pays for this house. For everything. My brother only pays his share of electricity and water and so on, but no rent. So my mom has in a way a right to point out mistakes to my brother, because technically it's all hers. But my mother is not the most diplomatic person. And my brother tends to get always the worst part of her criticism, the "You did this wrong" instead of the "Maybe it might have been better if you did this instead of that". At bad times, when my nerves are on edge, I only take away the criticism as well instead of the constructive part.

I liked the conversation though. My mom has often very fixed view points of things and I see both sides of the story in certain things. I see that my mom is still getting too much involved in what they do upstairs, when she always claims that she does not want to be involved. But some things just can't be taught, they have to be learned.

And the second completely unrelated note: I am turning into a Weir fan and I want her back. Hmpf.

*blubb*

I think today I am not capable of writing anything sensible. I could write about the visit to the flea market this morning, but it was rather uneventful. Exept that my mother bought a cup along with saucer and plate that I had found. I am very fond of old coffee dishes in white or ivory with orange decoration on it. I am quite determined to collect at least twelve of these.

I could also write about my frustration when I hoped to watch some nice old film this afternoon. But there was just carnival junk on. I am so glad when carnival is over on Wednesday. I could write a review about Northanger Abbey that I watched instead this afternoon. Or I could post the recipe for the salad I made afterwards. But ... I am not in the mood to write about these things today because tomorrow I'll have to go back to this dreadful place and get two more weeks of studying over with. And this week is going to be pretty horrible and even the thought of it literally makes me feel breathless.

I'll just close my eyes and think of England.

Samstag, 2. Februar 2008

That is so ...!

I just took a walk with my dog because after some rain in the afternoon the sky had cleared and there was going to be a really nice sunset. We walked over to the next village, the air was wonderfully fresh and clean, and the sun was setting the sky on fire. Suddenly I hear this screaming of some hundreds birds from one of the meadows nearby and then the noise of a lot of wings flapping, and a hundred ducks take of and soar the sky heading in to my direction. And I think "This is really beautiful, the sunset and the birds before it, and this soaring noise of so many wings! I never heard this before, this is beautiful!"

Then the birds are above me and my dog, and for a split second I think about how I got shat upon by a dove when I was a child. (Mostly I remembered how my brother laughed at me.) Then there's a new sound, a very distinct "Thud!". And another three thuds follow in quick succession and pretty close. And before I can even do anything or go anywhere a "Thud!" hits my arm.

Well, I am one of the privileged people to know that ducks' crap is still green as grass.

Freitag, 1. Februar 2008

Home. Ahhhh.

Hmmmm. I came home today, I settled in, I suddenly thought clearly and wrote for about an hour. I don't know if it's just the change of place ... anyway it feels good. Tomorrow my day is crammed with stuff to do, cleaning my room and going over to the neighbours. And taking the dog for a walk and think about the story. Which is not in the slightest way term-paper-related. Oh well. I'll come up with something when I come here next time. For over a week. Yay.