Hoarfrost. An old english survivor in the modern hasty world. Last night, the sky was dark blue with the orange reflection of the city lights. The trees stood out against the orange blackness of the sky in a silvery glory. Suddenly, the world was so fragile. Like a crystal creation of myriads of tiny blades, […]Read More Hoarfrost
My reptilian brain looks out to the sun. I want to be somewhere warm (not the South, it’s too hot) I want to have nice food A want to digest it slowly. Doing nothing. Belly-up in the sun, lazily observing the world. Instead of that, I am here. Ok,ok. Maybe this all is because I […]Read More Reptilian dream
Ye deities of one’s preference. A number of things happened this day. First. I got hangover without drinking. The god of Hangover (see Pratchett, Hogfather) might have mixed up the doors or something. Second. I woke up at 5 a.m. O misery, o moonless snowy night. O world indescribable by mortal words. I have not […]Read More A door is a door is a door is a … what?
Christmas 2005 It feels like March, Only the roses Are not bitten by snow. The melting smell in the air, The sky grey with a margin Of translucent sun. Someone is born, Only to walk To the end of their life. It feels like joy, Only the smiles Have thorns in them. Someone is born, […]Read More how curious
Tonight, I dreamed of trying to return home. I was in the airport, all things ready, and then it turned out that it was the wrong day. I lost my boots (dreams are like that, incoherent), and suddenly was barefoot in a blizzard, looking for the airport entrance. I found it. Then, I tried to […]Read More … … …
Yes, I went to see “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire” That was an adventure worthy of a ballad. First of all, the only show un English was at 8.30 pm. That would be ok, the film being ca. 2 hours and a little long. I located the cinema alright, even got the ticket […]Read More Harry Potter at night
Is full moon enough for a human being to be sleepless? Most certainly yes. Or is it? How about one just getting to sleep, at about 3.30 a.m. when the moon has finally moved out of the bed… only to be woken up by the alarm? Because some extra-bright person has forgotten his keys in […]Read More The importance of keys
Ernst Barlach. Two words that for some time will dim all my perception. Two hours of an exhibition that will not end so soon. Some of the pics of works by Barlach can be seen maybe here There are hardly any words to describe the feeling in that place. The movement still, the stillness moving. […]Read More Barlach
Sometimes, weather is the only thing one knows. Where the winds blow, what the tempereature is. As if that were important in the daily life of the faraway person. I look at the departing fog and think that the English obsession with weather has more than fun to it. Weather makes us all suffer or […]Read More The importance of observing Wheather
The full moon has set up a trap for me. And I have fallen into it. I think Mainz will pass into the Dino history as the Place Where I Slept Not. I observe a pair of nuthatches (an uncommonly large variety, with white faces and reddish tails, song slightly different from that of the […]Read More Full moon and other noises
Tonight I rediscovered a simple truth: I am so happy I actually cannot communicate in German. I am so happy that there is no chance for me to talk. And all this is because there is no necessity actually. I was traversing the streets at the Hauptbahnhoff and suddenly enjoying the silence. Then I thought […]Read More catholic adventures in mainz
October. Gold. Red. Azure. Green. And a thousand other smells. The leaves turn all shades of colour, move in the breeze and randomly depart, hitting the ground with a rustle and a sigh. I breathe this time, and those leaves. Their smell reminds me of something that elevates? Changes the inmost being? It is bitter-sweet […]Read More Time to smell
I have been Immatriculated. The two days of waiting and filling of forms and airless rooms and queues and boredom have been crowned in glory. What do people write in their diaries, when nothing is there to write about? Yesterday, as I was returning from this wonderful place in the Department, I observed a cotton-tail […]Read More Papers and foam
This day, I managed to open the bank account, and to do so by myself. This means that I have finished the preparations for the registration. Now I have to manage still some preparations as to the methodology of the research, and I am all set. The weather is wonderful, and I am slowly getting […]Read More Bank. Hoooray.
A summary of yesterday: was reading. And exploring the bus routes and graveyards of Mainz. Lovely. A summary of today: was writing. I should definitely say some words about Expotition entitled ‘Extremely Lutheran 2” The morning was misty (I believe this rather classifies as a ‘cloud’, at least in Wales it would, all dripping air […]Read More Of cabbages and Kings
The sky is blue. Like it was yesterday. Another unslept night. I have a feeling that my nose does not like the local whatsitname… weather? air? it keeps running, trying to escape. And with the heat added, I cannot sleep. I wonder will I reach the state of altered consciousness soon. I have read through […]Read More Potter or Hesse?
At twenty-one Celsius. Lizards go out on the rocks to sun. Students gaze at the blue sky. Teachers want to be students that gaze at the sky. But they cannot. so they are naturally upset. I cough and sneeze and want to be elsewhere. But I am here, and I am looking for all sorts […]Read More sunshine. 21 Celsius.
Something like that. I am alive, and proicessing too much info at too little time. Will post when I am able to. German makes my head ache. The soul has not come yet, and I cannot sleep at nights. Three (or four?) unslept nights… soon I will have entered that strange state of consciousness where […]Read More Mainz. Oder?
Congratulations. That means, congratulate me. I have spent a whole day here, and I am still alive. We had the official welcome from the International office of the University, and from the Vice-president of the University and all that. The majority of the Internationals are French. Or at least it seems so. Or sounds. Filling […]Read More whatever was left out
A placement test in German. I placed myself as a dog. I certainly can understand direct orders and some of the feelings in the speakers. I definitely cannot write or speak. Can dogs read? And then, a day-long introductions. Shall I meditate on my deliberate usage of the indefinite article in order to underline the […]Read More Can dogs read?
Yes. I did it. I taught the computer to communicate with the mobile. Now this means that I have a use of that camera built in the mobile. I have also managed to get through ‘The Theory of Oral Composition’. Marking the bits I have to return to later. Finally, there is some material on […]Read More Samson and chestnuts
Today was/is a Sunday. [btw, the concept of the Present is a very difficult thing to manage when it comes to things like notes and scrap-books and journals. Because the very attempt to seize the Present makes it past. Because it is impossible to analyse the present without making it past and thus it loses […]Read More Extremely Sunday
Flying at night is very… educating, I suppose. The great sprawling octopuses of the cities, their streets like tentacles, spread, encrusted with lights. The cars like moving white-and-red dots in the abyss of the night. The clouds lit by the regular flashes of the aeroplane lights. And the feeling of the absolute freedom of flight. […]Read More Cities like octopuses of light
Has anyone ever noticed that the headings are the most difficult part of a post or a paper? I spent five minutes inventing this, and it is far from perfect. Yes! I have managed to settle the last documents necesary. Or almost all. Or most of all. whatever. The fever of running is almost over. […]Read More Transcendence and water