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- For somebody who generally dislikes people (except, of course, the people I like), I sure care an awful lot about what people think about me. I’d say it’s too much, but then how could I tell if I think it’s too much or if I’m just saying that cause people don’t like people who care too much about what people think.
- As of today, I have been alive 9573 days. Deb has been my significant other for 3759 of those days. 3759 is 9573 backwards. (And that’s almost 40% of my life.)
- Although I don’t like meeting new people, I find I have an easier time of it now than I used to, especially with people my own age. Some might attribute that to being older. I attribute it to being married.
- My brother deserves more credit than I give him; I’ve probably had more total hours of fun with him than with any other person. (Though Deb could pass him sometime after she gets past the 50% mark.)
- I’ve been to three continents, and of those I have not been to the only one I really have a desire to visit is South America. I blame all the Nazis in Argentina for that one. And Evita.
- Somehow I always end up in plays with male characters being played by female actors. Well, not always, but at least twice, and both times also involved my love life (or lack thereof): in tenth grade, of course, I was in Guys and Dolls, and a young woman who I’d had a crush on played Big Jule. More importantly, I met my wife thanks to my (minor) roll. In middle school, before I moved to Wisconsin, I was the villain in some Snidely Whiplash-type melodrama where the hero, who at one point had to disguise himself as a woman, was in fact played by a girl I had a crush on. Double cross-dressing neither contributed to nor diminished the crush.
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I’m leaving Bonn/Koblenz for Hamburg tomorrow morning, and I’m happy for the change. Two months in less than ideal living quarters hasn’t been so bad–I’ve really enjoyed uninterrupted miles of trail along the Rhine for runs–but I’ll be glad to do something else for a week, and even happier to get back to Berlin.
I should not have had to go buy milk this morning. You see, German milk comes in two varities: fresh and nonperishable. The latter lasts for months if it’s not opened. And before I went to Freiburg, I put an unopened carton of nonperishable milk in the refrigerator.
Knowing this, I bought muesli but no milk yesterday, only to find this morning when I went to the refrigerator that the milk was half gone. And what was left did not smell very good. So I had to walk down the block to get some milk when I was already starving (ran 25km).
Stupid roommate. I’ll be so glad to go back to Berlin.
So this week I’m in Magdeburg. Well, I’m spending my nights in Magdeburg at Niko’s, and spending my days in Braunschweig at the Georg Eckert Institute for Textbook Research working in their library. And since today is Thanksgiving in the US, when I got back from Braunschweig Niko and I went to and Indian restaurant for dinner. Spicy stuff.
No turkey for me, or pie. But that’s ok. I’m still thankful–for my wife, my family, my friends, my animals, and more.
I wish I were thankful to be finished with my research, but that’ll be a while yet. Got some good stuff from Braunschweig, though.
This evening I went grocery shopping. I bought:
- 6 x 1.5L bottles of water
- 1L bottle of organce juice
- 1L of milk
- loaf of bread
- big box of generic frosted flakes
- 2 x 500gm bags of pasta
- 1 jar of spaghetti sauce (enough for 1 bag of pasta)
How much did I pay (in Euros)? Closest guess without going over wins!
…I’m supposed to keep up with the blog. Sorry. But I’ve been posting photos, and status updates, and, and…
Ok, whatever. I’ve been up to a bit since I last really sat down to write something. Went to Wittenberg (no, not that Wittenberg) on Wednesday, which was fun. Went out last night with some friends from the archive. Been running–did 11 miles today, and 10km has become my “normal” run once again, which is nice. And of course I’ve been working in the archives.
From some reason I’ve got it in my head that I should be doing something more meaningful. Like becoming a doctor. Or joining the Peace Corps (with Deb, of course), or adopting African children, or something. Just doing history doesn’t seem to contribute much to society, or the world, or anything.
I’ve also got it in my head that my research, though interesting, isn’t necessarily contributing to my dissertation to the extent that it should. I’m stuck in a rut of East German foreign policy, but my dissertation isn’t supposed to be about East German foreign policy. It’s a component, to be sure, but not the whole (or even the biggest chunk of) the story.
Tomorrow will be a day of work, including some cleaning up around the apartment, finishing of applications for funding for next year (funding which I hope to have no need for), and perhaps even some reading (I have SO many books to read.) Then it’s back to the archives on Monday.
Sometime soon, however, I might just do another video, or something with audio, or who knows what. So stay tuned.
Just made a few site updates, the most important being the fact that those daily links of mine are now posted in the sidebar along with any other smaller posts in the “Asides” section. Might not keep it that way, just thought I’d try it out… feedback welcome, as always…
Earlier this week I got back my wedding band. It turns out that the downside to losing 40 pounds is that nothing fits anymore, from shirts and pants to, yeah, jewelry. The one thing that hasn’t changed size (besides my feet, I guess) is the one thing I wish would: my head. I could use a smaller head both literally (so I can find hats and caps that fit) and figuratively (I guess I can be a bit full of myself at times.)
Anyway, now my wedding band won’t just fall off my hand anymore. It was bad enough last summer in Mombasa (when it fell into the Indian Ocean and I was ridiculously lucky finding it at low tide), but recently it would fall off just getting out of bed. Literally. One morning I came back upstairs from letting the dogs out and saw it on the floor, next to the bed.
New clothes and resizing jewelry are the expensive part. Otherwise eating healthier has actually been less expensive for us. I know that studies show that poorer Americans have less access to and ability to buy nutritious food, but cooking at home instead of going out has saved us a bunch of money, and the types of meals we have are relatively inexpensive. We eat a lot of rice, and every other day or so we have chicken, or hamburgers, or hot dogs. Breakfast rotates between cereal, oatmeal, pancakes, and French toast. Skim milk, egg substitute, low-calorie bread, and no-calorie maple syrup keep those breakfasts from getting out of hand.
I might start posting a few recipes here, since I’m doing so much cooking but I always forget to bookmark the sites where I find recipes I like.
Now if only I could do something about the size of my head.
Penny, our Soft-Coated Wheaten Terrier, has developed a case of canine cyclophobia. She has become deathly afraid of bikes. Which is unfortunate, because the trails along which I like to walk her also attract those evil mechanical monstrosities.
It also doesn’t seem to fit with the vision of Ireland I have in my head (Wheatens are an Irish breed), which includes lovable old men gliding through quaint villages on their trusty old bikes. Dogs yelping in fear would spoil the scene.
Or maybe that’s my vision of Wales. Which is, of course, based almost entirely on two screenings of The Englishman Who Went Up a Hill But Came Down a Mountain. So if there are any bicycles in the film, then yes, I’m thinking of Wales.
I’m not sure what it is about bikes that has Penny spooked. She’s not a total Luddite: she likes cars just fine. Maybe it’s the closer cooperation of man and machine that does it; she fears cybernetics and the mechanization of body, mind, and soul.
Or the extra height it gives people freaks her out. (That’s probably it, since she’s not scared of kids on bikes.)
Today’s the last Friday of the semester, the last day of finals week. As a grad student, finals week isn’t about taking finals, but rather grading them. That’s a process I’m almost done with. Continue reading ‘Turn and face the strain’
