This is what I have learned today:
1) Mornings are bad. I would like to shoot the person in the head that invented them. I know that I have figured this one out before. It´s just that every morning this comes as a revelation to me.
2) Knitting helps. Just like it does with most things.
3) The European Union, though it is an unprecedented crazy foray into a new realm of interstate cooperation, and in principle seems really cool is very dull. Also very problematic because it has no mechanisms to ensure state cooperation.
4) Knitting helps with that too. Not with interstate cooperation. But with the fact that the class is very dull. I´d like to think though that if everyone in the European Parlement was knitting it might help interstae cooperation. People would be more mellow. Except when they dropped a bunch of stitches. Then maybe Luxembourg would invade Finnland or something.
5) German grammer is tricky. Also dull.
6) Knitting helps with that too.
7) I make really good cheese sauce.
8) The University of Mannheim has PC pools available for its students to use. They are filled with the latest equipment and are conveniantly located right beside the university. They are also conveniantly only open until 5:30 in the evening.
9) Despite the fact that the PC pools are closed to students, all the computers and the lights are left on.
10) I am very pissed off by this. Either they should let me use the computers to justify the fact that they are using that energy to run all those computers and those lights. Or they should turn them off.
11) I find the University of Mannheim´s policies about when things are open very frustrating. Except for the libraries. Those are allright.
12) Knitting helps to take away my frustration.
13) Alicia´s birthday present is coming along very nicely thanks to the amount of things that I have found boring or frustrating today.
14) I am a knitting addict.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Clem and Clem beat my head with hammers
Dear Germany,
I like you. I think we should hold hands at recess. You are a lot of fun. I mean, who could not have fun inventing things like the world´s largest wine festival?? I think that it was a blasty blast! I mean many countries like to celebrate good company, or the harvest or some sort of conquest. Nope. Not you. You like to celebrate the intake of copious amounts of alcohol in a dizzying and confusing environment. That is what it is all about.
Love
Avril
In case you have no idea what I am talking about, I went to the world´s largest wine festival in Bad Durkheim this weekend. It was intense. When you think of wine, you usually think of classy glasses and good food. Not at this festival. It was the tumblers and the celebration of wurst that was going on. I have to give the Germans props. They really do know how to party on a large scale. Unfortunatley that kind of partying always ends with two giant brothers named Clem pounding my head with their two giant hammers. Also named Clem.
That´s all, back to the preparation of my presentation for tomorrow.
I like you. I think we should hold hands at recess. You are a lot of fun. I mean, who could not have fun inventing things like the world´s largest wine festival?? I think that it was a blasty blast! I mean many countries like to celebrate good company, or the harvest or some sort of conquest. Nope. Not you. You like to celebrate the intake of copious amounts of alcohol in a dizzying and confusing environment. That is what it is all about.
Love
Avril
In case you have no idea what I am talking about, I went to the world´s largest wine festival in Bad Durkheim this weekend. It was intense. When you think of wine, you usually think of classy glasses and good food. Not at this festival. It was the tumblers and the celebration of wurst that was going on. I have to give the Germans props. They really do know how to party on a large scale. Unfortunatley that kind of partying always ends with two giant brothers named Clem pounding my head with their two giant hammers. Also named Clem.
That´s all, back to the preparation of my presentation for tomorrow.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Someone up there is trying to make the world a better place, one set of keys at a time
I still haven´t found my keys. This is proving to be less and less of a fruitful search. I am beginning to be convinced that I may never find my keys. This upsets me a little bit. Mostly because I will have to pay for new keys. Poop.
On the plus side though I found that the city of Mannheim has a lost and found. It´s a pretty cool place. Mostly because people lose the weirdest stuff! I mean who misplaces their steel-toed boots? Oh, it´s lunch time, I think that I will take a load off, eat my sandwich on this bench and take off my boots. Then I will forget to put my boots back on when I go to back to work. Seems like a logical scenario to me.
I was heartened by the fact that I am not alone in losing my keys. In the lost and found of the city of Mannheim there are cork board filled with keys for each month of the year that those keys are turned in. There are at least 30 sets of keys per month. And that is only the keys that have been turned in. There must be hundreds of sets of keys lost every month in Mannheim alone! Extrapolate with me for a bit... what about all the sets of keys that are lost in the entire world on a monthly basis. Let´s say Mannheim loses 200 sets of keys a month and that every city in the world does the same.... Millions of people the world over are locked out of their home and garages! Are causing their friends and family members inconveniance and annoyance!Essentially I think that it is time to change something here. We need to get rid of keys. Come on, I am sure we can think of SOMETHING that I would never lose! Come on! Let´s make the world a better place. Get rid of keys!
On the plus side though I found that the city of Mannheim has a lost and found. It´s a pretty cool place. Mostly because people lose the weirdest stuff! I mean who misplaces their steel-toed boots? Oh, it´s lunch time, I think that I will take a load off, eat my sandwich on this bench and take off my boots. Then I will forget to put my boots back on when I go to back to work. Seems like a logical scenario to me.
I was heartened by the fact that I am not alone in losing my keys. In the lost and found of the city of Mannheim there are cork board filled with keys for each month of the year that those keys are turned in. There are at least 30 sets of keys per month. And that is only the keys that have been turned in. There must be hundreds of sets of keys lost every month in Mannheim alone! Extrapolate with me for a bit... what about all the sets of keys that are lost in the entire world on a monthly basis. Let´s say Mannheim loses 200 sets of keys a month and that every city in the world does the same.... Millions of people the world over are locked out of their home and garages! Are causing their friends and family members inconveniance and annoyance!Essentially I think that it is time to change something here. We need to get rid of keys. Come on, I am sure we can think of SOMETHING that I would never lose! Come on! Let´s make the world a better place. Get rid of keys!
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
10 British things and my masochistic room
I have a bad luck place. Every time I go there terrible things happen to me. Things that are inconveniant at the time and occaisionally have larger repercussions. Things that if I had any sense I would avoid. And yet I go back there. Again and again. I think this is my own unique form of masochism.
My bad luck place is the popular Mannheim club Zimmer. Several times I have had to pull the I-have-to-go-to-the-bathroom-and-then-run-far-far-away-because-you-are-creepy maneuver. (In common speach this is know as ''ABORT! ABORT ABORT!'') And several times there have been bad face-eating kisses and last night I lost my keys. This is very inconveniant. I had to sleep over at Evan´s, ´cause he was kind enough to come back with me to Zimmer to help me look. I didn´t find them. Thank goodness today I went to the Hausmeister and got temporary keys until I get new ones made. I can get into my room so I am not homeless and without toothbrush and clean underwear. My room might not be the cleanest or the prettiest but it is mine. I am really sure that I lost my keys at Zimmer because I found one of my keychains there, the one that I had used to attach the keys to my waist. Clearly this plan did not work. I am hoping that during the clean-up after the club cleared out that someone found my keys and handed them in. The VISUM people are going there tonight when the club opens to see if they find them. I do so hope that they do. Good thing that my keys don´t say where I live I guess, ´cause this way no one can try to break in to my room and steal all of my left socks or something.
I thought that today I would get my courses sorted out. I was wrong. I was under the impression that this course on Game Theory that I am taking was boring and useless. I was wrong. I find the ideas interesting and at least reasonably pertinant. And I can see how it could be useful for me to know that sort of thing for later on my life. So instead I think that I will have to drop my Proseminar on Introduction to International Relations. Mostly because I have basically done the course before. And now my courses are just as messed up as before. Great.
I bought a USB key today. So that I can type at the library. It took me 20 minutes to find the darned things and no one in enormous Saturn wanted to help me. I was frustrated beyond my normal capacity for frustration. But I have to say this for my British friends who were waiting for me at the bank. The British certainly are expert waiters. Very patient.
Here are 10 more things I´ve found the British to be good at:
1) Queueing. Obsessively. All the time. You are just doing something normal like running onto a tram or something and there they are, forming an orderly queue. Then they express mild annoyance that ''The Germans don't queue!''
2) Being gentlemanly. This is something that is perhaps inculcated at a very very young age. I like it. However, conversely, it is rather hard to envision the man in a suit and bowler hat being a wild partier.
3) Being convinced that they know more about North American culture than they actually do. This is due to TV I think. And being surprised when North American culture/slang is different.
4) Student loans. Really they get a lot. Of course it would be better if they didn´t have to pay at all, but still it´s purty good.
5) Inventing very strange, niche products. Self-raising flour anyone?
6) Being self-depricating.
7) Saying ''Show them how the British do it!'' Then drinking.
8) Having a really fun sense of humour. But also quoting TV shows and movies that I have either never seen or never heard of.
9) Being confused about whether they are European or not. (Really, what continent do you think you are part of? South America?)
10) Making cracks about pants. Both kinds.
That was fun! Maybe I will do the same for some other nation another day.
My bad luck place is the popular Mannheim club Zimmer. Several times I have had to pull the I-have-to-go-to-the-bathroom-and-then-run-far-far-away-because-you-are-creepy maneuver. (In common speach this is know as ''ABORT! ABORT ABORT!'') And several times there have been bad face-eating kisses and last night I lost my keys. This is very inconveniant. I had to sleep over at Evan´s, ´cause he was kind enough to come back with me to Zimmer to help me look. I didn´t find them. Thank goodness today I went to the Hausmeister and got temporary keys until I get new ones made. I can get into my room so I am not homeless and without toothbrush and clean underwear. My room might not be the cleanest or the prettiest but it is mine. I am really sure that I lost my keys at Zimmer because I found one of my keychains there, the one that I had used to attach the keys to my waist. Clearly this plan did not work. I am hoping that during the clean-up after the club cleared out that someone found my keys and handed them in. The VISUM people are going there tonight when the club opens to see if they find them. I do so hope that they do. Good thing that my keys don´t say where I live I guess, ´cause this way no one can try to break in to my room and steal all of my left socks or something.
I thought that today I would get my courses sorted out. I was wrong. I was under the impression that this course on Game Theory that I am taking was boring and useless. I was wrong. I find the ideas interesting and at least reasonably pertinant. And I can see how it could be useful for me to know that sort of thing for later on my life. So instead I think that I will have to drop my Proseminar on Introduction to International Relations. Mostly because I have basically done the course before. And now my courses are just as messed up as before. Great.
I bought a USB key today. So that I can type at the library. It took me 20 minutes to find the darned things and no one in enormous Saturn wanted to help me. I was frustrated beyond my normal capacity for frustration. But I have to say this for my British friends who were waiting for me at the bank. The British certainly are expert waiters. Very patient.
Here are 10 more things I´ve found the British to be good at:
1) Queueing. Obsessively. All the time. You are just doing something normal like running onto a tram or something and there they are, forming an orderly queue. Then they express mild annoyance that ''The Germans don't queue!''
2) Being gentlemanly. This is something that is perhaps inculcated at a very very young age. I like it. However, conversely, it is rather hard to envision the man in a suit and bowler hat being a wild partier.
3) Being convinced that they know more about North American culture than they actually do. This is due to TV I think. And being surprised when North American culture/slang is different.
4) Student loans. Really they get a lot. Of course it would be better if they didn´t have to pay at all, but still it´s purty good.
5) Inventing very strange, niche products. Self-raising flour anyone?
6) Being self-depricating.
7) Saying ''Show them how the British do it!'' Then drinking.
8) Having a really fun sense of humour. But also quoting TV shows and movies that I have either never seen or never heard of.
9) Being confused about whether they are European or not. (Really, what continent do you think you are part of? South America?)
10) Making cracks about pants. Both kinds.
That was fun! Maybe I will do the same for some other nation another day.
Monday, September 10, 2007
I´m BAAAACK
So, the death of my beloved Maxwell, computer to the stars has caused some troubles for my blogging progress. I have been sad and uncomunicative for a while. And I have realised just how much I am dependant on my little silver box. I still don´t have a new one. I still don´t have an answer about how sick Maxwell is. I am in the library a lot. Unfortunately since MSN, Skype and the like are not considered academic I am uncommunicative. I have however found out that Facebook and blogger are ''academic'' sites. I am not quite so sure why. I am guessing because the library doesn´t really get a lot of people chilling on blogger. Just me then. So the moral of the story is, even if I am taking pictures (for the first time in my life) I am not able to post them. This makes me a little sad on the inside.
But I can share some of the weirdnesses of life in Mannheim!
For a moment contemplate a library. Good. Now contemplate the reference section of a library. Good. Now contemplate a library in which the entire thing is a reference section. Conveniant no?
That is how the library works at the university of Mannheim. I guess it has its pros and cons. The books I want are always available. But I can´t take them home and play with them. Realistically though I think that it´s probably a good idea. The books that I take home in Canada chill on my windowsill for a long time until they make me feel guilty enough that I actually read them. That is about how it usually goes. I feel that this system is much better.
I feel like I should talk about my weekend. I partied a little. Which was good. I contemplated the utter magnificance of the Wasserturm. Pride of Mannheim. Seriously the place is a water tower. Pretty I guess but I don´t understand the obssession with it. Atle, Hanna and Matt swam naked in the Verbindungs canal behind the Hafenstraße residence. During the middle of the party. I think they may have a very contageous form of super AIDS combined with hypothermia now. Seriously. That is so dirty. They have this thing for swimming naked though. It´s all good I guess because I am now harbouring a not so secret ambition to swim naked in the Wasserturm fountain.
My classes here at the university are MESSED UP! I don´t know if York is giving me credit for my language courses and I don´t know what International Relations courses I am allowed to take. It is a happy place of joy and fun. :P
I am really looking forward to tomorrow, for the VISUM pub crawl. Advertised as the best night you´ll never remember.
In other news I am not looking forward to Wednesday morning.
The Studentenwerk Mannheim has sent me confusing stuff about my rent. They have my bank details. They told me that they would withdraw my rent monthly. Nope. Not the case. I hate bureaucracy. Not true. I hate bureaucracy that doesn´t work.
I think that is all for this post. I am headed off to dinner with the international students. We are SUCH COOL KIDS. Kiss kiss.
But I can share some of the weirdnesses of life in Mannheim!
For a moment contemplate a library. Good. Now contemplate the reference section of a library. Good. Now contemplate a library in which the entire thing is a reference section. Conveniant no?
That is how the library works at the university of Mannheim. I guess it has its pros and cons. The books I want are always available. But I can´t take them home and play with them. Realistically though I think that it´s probably a good idea. The books that I take home in Canada chill on my windowsill for a long time until they make me feel guilty enough that I actually read them. That is about how it usually goes. I feel that this system is much better.
I feel like I should talk about my weekend. I partied a little. Which was good. I contemplated the utter magnificance of the Wasserturm. Pride of Mannheim. Seriously the place is a water tower. Pretty I guess but I don´t understand the obssession with it. Atle, Hanna and Matt swam naked in the Verbindungs canal behind the Hafenstraße residence. During the middle of the party. I think they may have a very contageous form of super AIDS combined with hypothermia now. Seriously. That is so dirty. They have this thing for swimming naked though. It´s all good I guess because I am now harbouring a not so secret ambition to swim naked in the Wasserturm fountain.
My classes here at the university are MESSED UP! I don´t know if York is giving me credit for my language courses and I don´t know what International Relations courses I am allowed to take. It is a happy place of joy and fun. :P
I am really looking forward to tomorrow, for the VISUM pub crawl. Advertised as the best night you´ll never remember.
In other news I am not looking forward to Wednesday morning.
The Studentenwerk Mannheim has sent me confusing stuff about my rent. They have my bank details. They told me that they would withdraw my rent monthly. Nope. Not the case. I hate bureaucracy. Not true. I hate bureaucracy that doesn´t work.
I think that is all for this post. I am headed off to dinner with the international students. We are SUCH COOL KIDS. Kiss kiss.
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