Thursday, 26 November 2009

Happy Thanksgiving!

(g m g)

Sometimes I do miss the party element in my life.
It's not just that the dust has settled around me ... some of it has already evolved into higher life forms.

Sunday, 22 November 2009


<3: That, and foxes.

Lists of loves are good therapy.

Friday, 20 November 2009


I am proud to announce officially that in the course of the last month I have aquired a new source for bad conscience.

It came complementary with the (mild, rudimentary) political awareness that I, obviously prompted by the peer pressure or chain reaction of the student protests here in Austria, exchanged for my long-time escapist apathy and self-inflicted myopia.

I am, obviously, unarguably, behind this cause, (and many others) and will give anybody who asks cogent arguments why. But that is as far as it goes.
Political commitment, out of my own initiative, is extremely hard to practice and all my noble intentions fall short of being transformed into reality. And whereas up to now, I have usually shrugged this off with reference to my personality and interests, it's now really beginning to bother me. Certainly another consequence of the current "political atmosphere", which is close enough to give me ideas, but apparently not close enough to suck me in.

I have tried blaming my lack of connection, my insular-isolated-introvert situation, and I have tried blaming my other obligations and my more-than-brimful time table - but all in all these are all empty arguments that miss the quintessential point, which is that I am, in that respect, as in many others, pretty much inept. Boldly walking up to people to tell them what I think is right and why they are wrong is definitely NOT my strong point. And neither is boldly walking up to people to tell them that I think what they are doing is right and that I would like to support them. Not even that! It is incredibly pathetic.

My contribution to the student protests therefore is: explaining my point to various members of my family and wearing a badge.

Colour me shamefaced.
None of my cells are revolutionary.

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

Passion Pit

I like Passion Pit very, very much.

Have you seen me crying
Tears like diamonds?
Down and down they slide
Faster and faster like the speed of love

Saturday, 14 November 2009

Brown as Autumn ...

Today, I am dressed like this:

The occasion? Going to the post office and to new girl band rehearsal. Possibly a case of slight over-dressing, but I think of it as ars-gratia-artis.

Also, I just got this book in the mail:

Looks kind of garish, doesn't it? ENGROSSING! COMPELLING! TITANIC!
It's a re-telling of the myth of Prometheus, albeit quite far removed from the original (being a sort of Dan Brown story?), and I'm not quite sure how much I will like having to include this in my diploma thesis - but maybe I should read it first, before I complain.

Wednesday, 11 November 2009

These days ...

Please don't confront me with my failures. I had not forgotten them.

Friday, 6 November 2009

Wij sin twee!

Having a very pink afternoon tea at the upstairs salon de thé of a pictavian Pâtissier.

Living the clichée, ftw!

Thursday, 5 November 2009


I'm back from my trip to France to visit Max. These 10 days have been full of autumnal ambulations through parks and medieval alleys, exceedingly lovely weather, exceedingly crap weather, visits to Romanesque churches and small museums, alternatives-to-the-internet©, fixing shower drains, trips to the sea-side, improvised home-cooking with delicious outcomes, getting drenched in the rain after missing the night bus, snuggling up in a tiny bed and breakfasts for two at eleven thirty.

So all in all ... y/y/y! <3

That person.

Schnitzel according to Max. (I would take peas instead of the apple puree) We had to make the breadcrumbs ourselves, because apparently they don't sell readymade bread-crumbs for breading in France.

Église Saint-Hilaire: the hilarious church

Poitiers is predominantly made up of streets like that.

Some photographic evidence of our borderline-retardedness, for good measure.

Whereas shots of our feet are much safer and generally preferable!

The French do strange things to their trees.


Also, as you can see, I am so very pathetic that I even have a new countdown already. Dog love ftw!