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Random Ranting XVIII
Nov. 19th, 2004 10:44 amWell.
I decided in favour of the old car. They're going to repair it and I'll get it back by the end of next week, or the beginning of the week after.
Besides not being able to bring my heart to giving up my car for a new one - probably older, probably with higher mileage, probably less well-equipped, OR not for the price the insurance lists - I can't even see this new one exists.
My dad called and didn't seem to be happy with my decision; but either you don't force me to decide all by myself, OR you've got to fucking accept my decision. That simple.
(Jörg said I should have challenged him to finding me a car comparable to my own in terms of mileage, equipment etc for that price; but I must admit I'm too afraid he might have found one, after all.)
I got that Kanji test back, and I indeed have 98.5 % right. Wow. I'll always watch LotR while learning Kanji, from now on...
We had a horribly boring presentation in Cultural Anthropology yesterday, which is really a pity because the topic in itself (a secret men's association (or rather, a well-known association with secret teachings) in the Ivory Coast (yes, in. Not at. It's a country, after all.) and the art associated with it) was quite interesting; but the two presenters were rather... not so good. Besides, we were in the big exhibition hall of the museum because the gathering room where we usually have class was needed for the restauration of some wooden figures and totem poles (the whole museum was smelling of linseed oil, eucalyptus and cedarwood). And in a museum, rooms are usually build up in a way that makes it hard to hear voices at the other end of the room, so you're not disturbed by other people talking. And thus, it was well nigh impossible to understand on of the two presenters, because he was mumbling all the time. (The other one made up for that by talking loudly and shrilly).
The strange thing about Cultural Anthropology is that you talk about 'unusual' aspects (like art, language, spiritualim etc) of countries you keep hearing about in the news for different reasons. Like the Ivory Coast where there is a civil war raging right now. Or - one of Professor Orywal's former exploratory focus centres was Fallujah. Historians have the luxury of dealing with things long past, history doesn't change anymore; but Anthropologists have to live with the knowledge that "their" people, places etc are all subject to change, alienation and maybe destruction.
Kendô tonight, without Cele who is visiting her parents and Mana's birthday party. She apparently was there last week, though, and liked it, though she felt like doing everything wrong (which is perfectly normal).
I did not remind her of medieval dancing next week; I'm sort of conflicted about this and feel kind of bad, but ngah. I know I brought her there in the first place, but last time I had the feeling I was spending more time looking after Cele and dancing with her (and I hate playing the man!) so she doesn't feel neglected and throws a tantrum or something than actually dancing and enjoying myself. And when finally, finally some guy actually asks me to dance, which takes long enough, I don't want Cele to come after one dance and asking him away as she did last time. So yes.
Jörg, on the other hand, I'd love to take along; he's a good dancer (though he usually dances rock'n'roll and modern standard dances, not medieval, but he'd learn that fast enough), I wouldn't be there on my own, and it would solve the finding-a-man trouble. But he's got Jûdô practice on Wednesday night. *sigh*
I wonder whether it is possible to cobble together 10,000 to 12,000 signs (or ~5 pages in Word) to some absurd topic until November 30th for the essay contest of the English seminar.
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( Zusammenhangloses XVIII )
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I decided in favour of the old car. They're going to repair it and I'll get it back by the end of next week, or the beginning of the week after.
Besides not being able to bring my heart to giving up my car for a new one - probably older, probably with higher mileage, probably less well-equipped, OR not for the price the insurance lists - I can't even see this new one exists.
My dad called and didn't seem to be happy with my decision; but either you don't force me to decide all by myself, OR you've got to fucking accept my decision. That simple.
(Jörg said I should have challenged him to finding me a car comparable to my own in terms of mileage, equipment etc for that price; but I must admit I'm too afraid he might have found one, after all.)
I got that Kanji test back, and I indeed have 98.5 % right. Wow. I'll always watch LotR while learning Kanji, from now on...
We had a horribly boring presentation in Cultural Anthropology yesterday, which is really a pity because the topic in itself (a secret men's association (or rather, a well-known association with secret teachings) in the Ivory Coast (yes, in. Not at. It's a country, after all.) and the art associated with it) was quite interesting; but the two presenters were rather... not so good. Besides, we were in the big exhibition hall of the museum because the gathering room where we usually have class was needed for the restauration of some wooden figures and totem poles (the whole museum was smelling of linseed oil, eucalyptus and cedarwood). And in a museum, rooms are usually build up in a way that makes it hard to hear voices at the other end of the room, so you're not disturbed by other people talking. And thus, it was well nigh impossible to understand on of the two presenters, because he was mumbling all the time. (The other one made up for that by talking loudly and shrilly).
The strange thing about Cultural Anthropology is that you talk about 'unusual' aspects (like art, language, spiritualim etc) of countries you keep hearing about in the news for different reasons. Like the Ivory Coast where there is a civil war raging right now. Or - one of Professor Orywal's former exploratory focus centres was Fallujah. Historians have the luxury of dealing with things long past, history doesn't change anymore; but Anthropologists have to live with the knowledge that "their" people, places etc are all subject to change, alienation and maybe destruction.
Kendô tonight, without Cele who is visiting her parents and Mana's birthday party. She apparently was there last week, though, and liked it, though she felt like doing everything wrong (which is perfectly normal).
I did not remind her of medieval dancing next week; I'm sort of conflicted about this and feel kind of bad, but ngah. I know I brought her there in the first place, but last time I had the feeling I was spending more time looking after Cele and dancing with her (and I hate playing the man!) so she doesn't feel neglected and throws a tantrum or something than actually dancing and enjoying myself. And when finally, finally some guy actually asks me to dance, which takes long enough, I don't want Cele to come after one dance and asking him away as she did last time. So yes.
Jörg, on the other hand, I'd love to take along; he's a good dancer (though he usually dances rock'n'roll and modern standard dances, not medieval, but he'd learn that fast enough), I wouldn't be there on my own, and it would solve the finding-a-man trouble. But he's got Jûdô practice on Wednesday night. *sigh*
I wonder whether it is possible to cobble together 10,000 to 12,000 signs (or ~5 pages in Word) to some absurd topic until November 30th for the essay contest of the English seminar.
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( Zusammenhangloses XVIII )
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