I think I love Randy Newman and I really start to like Reba McEntire. You can blame American Idol for the latter. The Randy Newman thing just happened.
It both sounds kind of wrong, but it’s actually really great.
Thanks to all of you for your nice comments on the anniversary post.
Caitlin suggested that I post our wedding invitation alongside the wedding picture. So here it is. Cutest wedding invitation ever.
I should be working. No, I mean I really should be working. I have four days off next week, but I promised one of the guys at work to get back to him with some instructions on how he has to transfer some files and I have to get it all together for tomorrow morning.
I wanted to it Saturday morning. Then I thought I could it Saturday evening. Then I thought somewhen on Sunday. Now it’s technically Monday and all I have gotten done so far is connecting to my computer at work.
Truth is I spent most of the weekend getting everything ready for podcasting and it was so much I did not have much time for anything else. I’m still proud that everything turned out so fine.
Anyway, I have to do this now and later I can procrastinate all I want. Although, is it still procrastinating when there is nothing I actually have to do instead of what I’m doing? And did that last sentence make any sense?
Oh my. Now I’m podcasting. If you hadn’t guessed that already from the photo hint I posted yesterday, you know it now.
Again, unfortunately for all of you who don’t know any German, it will be mostly gibberish to you. I hope it’s not gibberish to those who do understand German. My husband assures me it’s not.
Still, it’s your chance to hear how I sound like. Or how crazy German sounds. Or both.
Everything’s on my new homepage. How crazy is it that I own four domains right now? Sigh. I’m nuts.
Guess what I’m up to!
This is also the reason I couldn’t get anything done tonight. I was all busy by setting everything up for my new career.
It appears that I burdened the post guy with too many parcels today. Three, actually. The poor man actually complained about amazon to my husband.
As much as I sympathize… I really don’t care. I love getting nice things via mail and I sure as hell won’t let them stop coming.
And now I can’t wait to start with Philip Pullman’s ‚His Dark Materials‘ trilogy. Yay!
Yesterday I read my new book, ‚Cloud Atlas‘ by David Mitchell, on the bus. It is divided into several parts, the first one being the diary of an American returning from an island in the Pacific in eighteenhundredsomething. The last sentence of that chapter goes like this:
Reading my entry for 15th October, when first I met Rafael
Then it stops. Mid-sentence. Not even a hint of a trail-off or anything. The next page is blank. Then the next part starts.
What… are you kidding me? This is not a sentence. This is not even a non-sentence. I bought the book for 3,50 Euro as a ‚faulty copy‘1, but I thought that meant that it the cover was a bit damaged or some of the pages had folds or something. I’m sure that doesn’t usually imply pages missing.
Anyway, I already made plans to ask people for my missing page on my blog and read on anyway.
Then I came to this sentence:
To my great annoyance, the pages cease, mid-sentence, some forty pages later, where the binding is worn through.
Oh. Oooooh. I get it. That isn’t a faulty print I have here. It’s on purpose.
Very clever, David Mitchell. Very, very clever. And a bit annoying, too. Just like you wrote there yourself.
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1Correct English term for books that are cheaper because they have some faults. I’ll offer the German word in return (in case you ever need it): Mängelexemplar. It even has a fancy umlaut.
If there is teen-angst, is there also something like twen-angst?
Because I think that I might have a severe case of that right now. I’ll have to think about that. If I come up with anything interesting enough to write, you’ll read it here soon.
These last few weeks have been extraordinary exhausting for me. Not because so much was happening, but more because I have been (and still am) busy to figure out what’s going on in my life.
I have a week off next week and hopefully this will allow me to get it together and make everything a bit less messy than it is right now. Please don’t get me wrong, everything’s fine here. I have had some fun last weekend and I do okay during the week. I’m just not exactly sure what is going to happen these next months. I’m also not sure what I want to happen and all this not-knowing stresses me out a bit.
I need to get my room clean. I need to get my computer clean. I need to get my desk clean. I need to get my head clean. That’s a hell of a lot of cleaning I have to do, but then I am absolutely sure, everything will be good. And if I’m really really lucky I will be able to see things a bit clearer.
The study plans still stand. Do I know if that’s the right thing to do? Hell, no. I have no idea, if that’s what I should do. But I want to do it and that’s what counts. There’s also been some changes with my husbands work, changes we need to figure out and deal with. If it’s bad or good we don’t know yet. It will all show it time. But of course that added to me being stressed out and insecure about what the next move should be.
I’m happy with what I have at home. My husband, my friends, my family, my things. That’s all fine. I’m disappointed to the point of unhappy with what I have at work. My co-workers are fine, the work is okay, too. I’m just pretty sure that this isn’t my dream job. Will translating be? I don’t know. But it seems probable and that’s possibly the best I can ever get. So I’ll take it. Maybe I won’t even end up translating. Maybe I’ll end up writing or working for a publisher or teaching languages or whatever there is that I could do. Staying where I am, though, is not an option. Not for long.
So, here I am. I’m planning to try out podcasting soon. My husband promised to get me one of these all-inclusive-starter-kits and I am already thinking about what I will talk about first and what I will call it and everything. The thought of it makes me happy. Let’s hope it works out.
Starting Saturday I will have ten days with no work. While I plan to spend some time doing all the media-junkie stuff I so love, I will also try to use it carefully and get some things straight and clear.
I’ll be cleaning.
