If the human brain were so simple that we could understand it we would be so stupid we couldn't.

Why do the waves of creativity always hit when I have the least time to surf them? Why do the plotbunnies always bite when I have absolutely no time to take care of them in any way? Why do the pictures always ask to be painted when I have presentations to prepare? Why do unfinished projects remind me that they want to be finished when I should take care of important matters? Why does my journal shout for a new layout NOW of all times?

I want to draw bad fan-art to pretty much every fanfic I read within the last few months, beginning with Heirs of Arda and ending with The Follower. The plotbunny I abandoned in March has found its way back and has dug its fangs deeply into my foot. I want to draw and paint and read and write, and I have now three Seelenbücher here that await my working on them.

I keep myself from doing that and tell myself that I should do it once the presentation and term-paper are done, and once I have at least begun to read the many Japanese books I have to read. But without the joys of distraction, I don't get to do that either because I feel even less motivated. Whatever I do, it's wrong.

*waves at eliathanis who seems to have a similar problem but more self-discipline*

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( Das だ steht da als だ da. )

Oh goodee.

"Des recherches récentes (Leloup 1988 et 1994), notamment à partir de la statuaire dont ils seraient les auteurs, ont permis d'identifier d'autres prédécesseurs des Dogon dans la région sud de la falaise. Il s'agirait des Niongom, qui durent également émigrer au Yatenga, où ils sont connus sous le nom de Samoro.
Ainsi que nous l'avons déjà indiqué, de très nombreux travaux ont été consacrés aux Dogon de la région de Sanga, notamment par des chercheurs français, membres de l'équipe de Marcel Griaule. Geneviève Calame-Griaule a justement souligné l'importance des révélations faites en 1946 par un vieux chasseur aveugle, Ogotemmêli, à Marcel Griaule."

Yes, well forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you know.

All right. Now stop the namedropping and fucking get on with the topic. It's bad enough having to read a text that might be mildly interesting if it didn't keep meandering off in a language that forces me to consider every sentences twice. There's no need to lengthen it unnecessary.

Bah.

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( Ui, tooooll. )

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