Initialisation Ritual.

This is where I occasionally work.
These are boxes full of photos of pictures.

What I do is I split the continuous information of pictures up into searchable, verbal information. Digitalisation.

(Quick, before you miss a turn.)
Input Input.

Digitalisation means fingering.



Today: Manuscript Illuminations.
Kiss.

Random stuff I write in the back of my notebook while researching.

You don’t really like discussing things, do you?



I wanted to write: “One thing I've learned is that I prefer working with words to working with images.”

But then I started to think about it some more, and I’m not really sure that that’s what it is.
One thing I can definitely say is that the way art history is done at my university, it is not something I want to pursue for much longer. In that comparison I’ll take the study of literature any time.

But it probably doesn’t simply boil down to words > pictures. Oh no. Cos that would be far too easy and where would we end up if I could ever decide anything?

All of you people knowing what they want – how do you do it?

Yoho, yoho, a fictional life for me ...

image source
Reality brings out the worst in people.
Discuss.

In other news ...

It feels good to get some work done after what seems like forever. It’s just baby steps but ... maybe this dissertation is happening after all.

Jubilee.

This is my dad. He turned 60 today.
Prost!

What’cha looking at?

Garden. Tomato.
Decay is everywhere, but it adds character.

ABC

Maybe the reason for my unhappiness is that I don’t eat more alphabet doughnuts?

Cat Gift

Live mice in the house, dead mice in the garden.

What’s for dinner?

... Pumpkin soup!
First homegrown Hokkaido is meeting its maker today.

The Status Quo As Of Now

Academic Panic Breakfast.

Increasingly, with this blog, I feel like I’m playing at a game I am really not good at, trying to impress people I don’t even like (and who couldn’t care less.)

Obviously I have to figure out some things. Don’t know what I am or trying to be.

I’ll report back when I know more.

Escapism.

Going through walks through the city and cycling through nature are just about the only things that make sense to me at the moment.

This has nothing to do with reality. Reality is not nice enough to show.

Summer in the city ...

It’s summer* and I’m in the city.
Why would anyone even think that is a good idea? Well, it isn’t, but I’m buried in work and work involves several ton-weighing tomes and the computer, so that I can’t just pack myself together and transfer to greener pastures. Therefore I have to endure my room turning into a sweltering 40°C hot-house come four o’clock (that’s when I get direct sunlight) and hardly cooling down at night. It’s not particularly conductive to productivity. But any emigration to air conditioned libraries would again require the transportation of tomes, so alas I am stuck.

It’s not that bad.
We can listen to this song together and dream of a world where business men on pogo sticks are a thing.

And here are some pictures from Thursday before last (which was Corpus Christi, and also maybe our third anniversary, egads!), when Max and I had the brilliant idea to go rowing on the Old Danube.

Rowing is a lot of fun. And you get to laugh condescendingly at the lazy people in motor boats.

So long!


* think tropical nights