How do they rise up, rise up, rise up, how do they rise up, rise up high...

The last few years, May 25th was Towel Day; and although the Towel Day site is no longer working, I suppose the same goes for today.
You know, if German cinema suppliers were just a tiny bit geekier, they should have picked this day to bring out the Hitchhiker's Guide movie. Instead? Some time in June. Boo.

Additionally, May 25th is the Day of the Glorious Revolution of Treacle Mine Road ((c)Terry Pratchett). So I suppose we should all wear a towel and a sprig of lilac today, or something.

Is there the full text and the tune to All The Little Angels somewhere around? There should be. There is for the Hedgehog Song.

Craving a hard-boiled egg now. Instead, fighting a hopeless battle against Nihongo Sôdanshitsu. Ngakh.

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( Wahrheit! Gerechtigkeit! Freiheit! Preiswerte Liebe! Und ein hartgekochtes Ei! )

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How Do They Rise Up II

Yes, I visited my parents today just to snatch some lilac out of the garden, because that's the sort of geeky person that I am.

I also made a bouquet of aquilegia. I love aquilegia. It's my favorite flower right after lilies(and followed by sunflowers, in case anyone wanted to know). I couldn't exactly say why - I'm not generally a fan of purple or pink, but the hues of aquilegia I adore. And the delicate build-up of the blossoms; they look almost like fragile alien buildings with their heaped terracing petals.

Further good news: I finally carried my lazy ass into the museum library for the books I need for the presentation next week, and the term paper afterwards. The ladies at the library were almost falling over themselves trying to help me; apparently they don't have that many visitors and feel they have to chaperon each single one. The reading room is about half as big as our kitchen. Very cute. With the help of not only one but two(!) friendly ladies, I found four books that look competent and useful, borrowed them and copied them.

The bad news: All four books are in French. Now I did learn French in school way back, and it has been sufficient for reading books; but somehow I suspect that ethnographies on culture, myths, language, rituals and masks of the Dogon people might be somewhat more challenging than Harry Potter à l'école des sorciers and Bilbo le hobbit. This is going to be difficult. Interesting too, I hope, but difficult.

Funny, by the way, that you have to lock your bags away for a seminar held in the exhibitions, where you're under the professor's and your co-students scrutiny all the time, but you can take it into the library, which means you have to walk through half the Egyptian collection all by yourself.

The tiny bit of translation for the stupid Nihongo Sôdanshitsu text I had managed at all was mostly wrong. I don't know why I even bothered. How on earth am I supposed to pass the exams, when the first actual text (i.e., not a text from the textbook but from an actual Japanese book) turns me entirely helpless?
*sigh*

Got a postcard from eliathanis from Avignon. Thanks bunches!

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( ...und ein hartgekochtes Ei II )

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