tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179614522012-01-20T02:07:46.590ZNican NicuicaLondon Field Diary of an anthropologist-in-trainingIsalicusnoreply@blogger.comBlogger591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1150318748828274702006-06-14T21:42:00.000+01:002006-06-14T21:59:11.273+01:00It's been a long while... In the mean time, I have done all my exams (all 1 of them), done a 'mini-research project' (i.e. in-depth interviews of my two most direct neighbours), furthermore I hung around in London, showed friends and family around London, and removed myself from London.This blog can no longer be properly called the London field diary of an Anthropologist-in-training. Soon, we canIsalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1146516912700608442006-05-01T21:34:00.000+01:002006-05-01T21:55:12.713+01:00One of those days......that you'd want to walk right up against the walls or one that you pretend you're dancing in the pit while actually your showering, all this just because you're trying to study for an exam next thursday and Marilyn Strathern and old Mr Karl Marx decided that they really didn't give a flying fuck about whether their prose would be enjoyable or even readable or not.Good. I Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1146094934261323822006-04-26T23:20:00.000+01:002006-04-27T00:42:14.326+01:00I R E L A N D & H O M E - T R A V E L S (for some reason I can't make this post look pretty in any way; so no headings, links, bold or italics, unfortunately)So easily you slide back in your old life. Three weeks I was gone from London: two week in the Netherlands and a week in Ireland. And now I have already handed in two papers and am stressing out over the fact I need to do a mini-researchIsalicusnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1144096689944040672006-04-03T21:36:00.000+01:002006-04-03T21:38:09.960+01:00Back in the Netherlands!I'm back in the NL for two weeks: excellent. And mien breurtie is back too, so I'll enjoy myself here. Looking forward to seeing everyone again!Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1143636445260695812006-03-29T13:07:00.000+01:002006-03-29T14:15:58.970+01:00Happiness in the City.(warning: may get excited an political towards the end) Sorry for Length.These days I feel on top of the world, I act, I walk, I think with a clarity, a consciousness of myself that I have not often experienced: everything is under control, no uncertainties about the future seem threatening. I am happy. But I am aware that not everyone in this city is, despite it being Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1143049899365390192006-03-22T17:41:00.000Z2006-03-22T17:58:26.253ZBrainssssWhile writing my papers I pause to bring you this, world's first ever pictures of MARK's BRAIN. No doubt you have all long been waiting for this!Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1142344805211671432006-03-14T13:39:00.000Z2006-03-14T14:00:05.226ZThe Cold, The Stonehenge, and The Future.Not much news, except that I have declared myself officially ill for the day due to a nice cold that blocks about anything there is to block in my head. Donations of Oranges are welcome, just as warm cups of tea with lots of milk and sugar. Appropriately enough London is quite dreary today, and probably cold too, but I am not going out!The hammer that Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1141948971343633552006-03-09T23:50:00.000Z2006-03-10T00:02:51.456ZSpring"Spring is in the air," Winston Churchill once famously proclaimed. Even more famous is the response of the exiled Dutch Prime Minister whose name always escapes me. It is unimportant, this is anecdotal. This PM was of the opinion that Churchill himself should 'spring' (jump) in the air. It was the same man who opened a conversation with "good-bye Mr. Churchill". Churchill later confided Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1141556952558496172006-03-05T10:51:00.000Z2006-03-05T11:11:10.870ZSaving Money in LondonForgive my ignorance about matters of the world, but should I be bothered about the State-of-the-world in general when my flatmate informs me £5,= is a very reasonable price for a drink in a club where you'd have just paid £20,= to get in? Not that this ever happened to me, I now feel even safer saving money without going to over-hyped places with names like The Funky Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1140380143056791432006-02-19T20:01:00.000Z2006-02-19T20:15:43.080ZPlat vrouger en noe.Vandoage bliek ok weer es da 't Iedendoagse Plat en 't olde Angel-Sassiesch aigentliks 't zulfde bunt. Wat lezen ik in zon olde tekste (The Dream of the Rood, regel 7-8) ? Tis messchien 'n wa' vremde regel, moar echt woare, 't is praktis plat: (..) Eall thaet beacen waesbegoten mid golde. (..)In 't Hooghaarlemmerdieks:Heel dat Baken wasBegoten Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1140377558087436792006-02-19T19:14:00.000Z2006-02-19T19:32:38.100ZSign of Our TimesThis morning I was not feeling very productive at all really: having dutifully read throughout most of my reading week. So, I decided to go out into the gloom (it was cloudy today) and I walked along the Regent's Canal. This is the sort of place like in the song Dirty Old Town:I met my love by the gas works wallDreamed a dream by the old canalKissed a girl by the factory Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1140174884730502712006-02-17T11:08:00.000Z2006-02-17T11:14:44.776ZThe Odd EnglishYesterday I made Treacle Sponge with custard for desert formyself and my flatmates, as you may or may not know, this recipe contains the magical secret substance Treacle or Golden Syrup. According to the author Terry Pratchett this substance is from the mines around Treacle Mine Road in the city of Ankh-Morpork where dwarves delve it. However, one look at the tin it comes from Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1139358678611749082006-02-07T23:25:00.000Z2006-02-08T00:31:22.360ZEdinburgh.Dear reader, this weekend I spent in the capital of Scotland and a capital city it is! (pun intended) I went to visit my friend Sytze who studied and now works there and a brief walk, a 5 1/2 hour train ride and another brief walk is all that seperates our homes. I think I shall just stick to a chronological version of events, although I fear I can only get lyrical about that place. Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1138659972259904682006-01-30T22:12:00.000Z2006-01-30T22:26:12.280ZSkating PicturesNot much news from London today: have some pictures from last week's skating trip.Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1138036438737932002006-01-23T16:11:00.000Z2006-01-23T17:13:58.766ZBooooooksss!As compensation for my studious readings yesterday (and this morning, too) and because I felt a good introductory/overview type of book about Post-Modernism and/or Post-Colonialism would be useful, I decided to go to Waterstone's after lunch. To get the facts straight immediately: I did get a good and cheap "Introducing: Post-modernism" from Icon Books, which - despite the retro 80's Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1137974471939865852006-01-22T23:08:00.000Z2006-01-23T00:01:11.990ZMore English Skating & other Adventures.Believe it or not, but skating appears to be extremely popular here in the UK. Well in any case, the Alexandra Palace Ice Rink (not open-air like Sommerset House, but also cheaper and no one-hour time limit) in North London was literally packed. Eventually three brave skaters showed up (plus me, makes 4), one Englishman, one Italian, and one American, but Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1137795278177456782006-01-20T22:02:00.000Z2006-01-21T00:16:31.753ZThe Hotel that is my room was busy this week.This weekend and this week brought two consecutive guests from the Netherlands and a booking for next week Wednesday from Edinburgh. And all the while the new semester is coming along too. Although the library here managed to loose all readings required for my courses this week. An enormous feat, imho, that freed me from feeling guilty about not havingIsalicusnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1137341353479441992006-01-15T15:56:00.000Z2006-01-15T16:09:13.490ZWow, it's been a while. I'll send another signal to to Cyber space, informing you (whoever you may be) of my continued existence. I was home for three weeks, which was excellent; I came back pretty refreshed, which was a good thing because, as was to be expected, I hadn't worked that hard on my paper and on my other assignment for this break. So, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday were all pretty damn busy Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1135881065574074052005-12-29T18:29:00.000Z2005-12-29T18:31:05.586ZMore Integration.A Sri Lankan girl at the Dutch National Speed Ice-skating Championships..Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1135791301097138192005-12-28T17:34:00.000Z2005-12-28T17:35:01.106ZIntegrationI know consequently look the wrong way at crossings on the continent...Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1135786862612291512005-12-28T14:46:00.000Z2005-12-28T17:04:39.096Z¿Indios en Holanda? Today I visited the Lakenhal Museum in Leiden with a Secondary School friend who had returned from the Far East to see his parents here. We went to see the exhibition "Rembrandt's Mother, Myth adn Reality" that was held because 2006 will be the 400th anniversery of Rembrandt van Rijn who - as you all knew, of course - was born in Leiden. This exhibition had nice paintings, Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1135454816989691572005-12-24T19:18:00.000Z2005-12-24T20:08:02.970ZBack in the NLWell, I am back in the Netherlands for two and half a week. And it's odd to say the least. I was here already some two weeks ago for Sinterklaas and that was absolutely fantastic; but now it was almost normal and I didn't feel like leaving London all that much and arriving I seemed to lack enthusiasm. I had had a rather hectic week writing my final paper for Critical Issues in Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1134678670662978482005-12-15T20:28:00.000Z2005-12-15T20:31:10.676ZAnd more Maya footage!Here's the movie of the new painting (right-click and download). Spectacle! Jungle! Mud! Monkeys! More paintings! &c.Thanks to boingboingIsalicusnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1134588757887421902005-12-14T18:54:00.000Z2005-12-14T19:34:08.556ZNew Mayan PaintingThanks to Lani who first send me this story. Here's the newly discovered Mayan painting from San Bartolo, click for bigger. Not only does it look absolutely amazing, it is also some 1900 years old, almost from the dawn of Mayan civilization. Unfortunately, I can't find any better pictures than this one, which is rather small and doesn't give a whole lot of detail. It seems to Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1134406150414648532005-12-12T16:25:00.000Z2005-12-12T16:49:10.426ZBrand in LondenWho heard the big bang? Apparently yestermorn's explosion of the Fuel depots at Buncefield near Hemel Hempstead were heard even in the Netherlands and France, whereas I, a mere 20-30 miles away, slept peacefully. There seemed to be rain in the air; dark clouds moved like a front, but after I heard the news of the fire and had another look the clouds were actually a bit different! Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1134088262025312792005-12-08T23:29:00.000Z2005-12-09T00:31:02.060ZLondon's Concrete Valleys. Just realised how 'high' buildings here in London tend to be (especially on my way to Uni). It all makes the sky a whole lot further away. Especially when I put this experience next to my sudden realisation how 'low' the sky can be in the Dutch fields when I was in the car on my way to my Family's Sinterklaas celebrations in Zwolle last weekend. Yes, for less than two Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1133470347327869452005-12-01T21:03:00.000Z2005-12-01T21:05:25.456ZThanksgiving picturesFirst photographic evidence that I actually reside in London (with my fellow Anthropologists) Pictures courtesy of him (the guy at the far right) whose camera was used in the taking. ➛Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1133465558926900392005-12-01T19:30:00.000Z2005-12-01T21:23:38.453ZFor all the knitwear-addicts.Shaun of the Dead and other zombies, in knitted figures.. Waar moet dat heen met deze wereld?(BTW: look! I ccan now do pictures! More to follow soon, I hope.)By the BTW (for the thick): these pics are not by me! I did not start knitting zombies.Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1133446281042290082005-12-01T14:03:00.000Z2005-12-01T14:19:45.703ZThe Nefarious Influence of the Big CityI suffer from an increased indifference to people. This especially results in ignoring the very existence of all the charity workers that try to chat you up on the streets. I do it and I find myself shocked at my own behaviour: it is one of the rudest things you can possibly do to an individual in Western society. How wrong is this from a left-wing/socialistIsalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1133170829341522562005-11-28T09:30:00.000Z2005-11-28T09:40:29.933ZThe Strokes are playing at ULUNever in my (suprisingly uneventful) life did I see a queue that long and orderly (British), it must have been half a Kilometre. Verder, still geen bericht, goed bericht: I am working on my papers & trying to find time to dedicate to the construction of my Sinterklaas present and poem. I am going to skip things in order to achieve both, that's the end of the semeser Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1132932306730064132005-11-25T15:20:00.000Z2005-11-25T15:25:06.743ZGrr, it seems there's snow all over England, Wales and Scotland (click for nice pics), but not here! Although, I did notice that the little pools in the park were frozen over this morning.On the other hand, maybe it wouldn't such a great idea if there were snow here: Hundreds stuck on snow-hit moor The stories I have heard of what would happen in London when there's snow are spectacular. I hope Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1132910873169066302005-11-25T09:15:00.000Z2005-11-25T09:27:53.180ZNotes on the Weather and further Koetjes en KalfjesUnlike Exeter, where apparently Vadertje Winter took over, and unlike the Netherlands, where apparently the Autumn Storm Gods are on the rampage, you may be suprised to learn that one blik out of my window here gives an exceedingly pretty, quiet and sunny garden/grave-yard view (nothing morbid: I look out over a park that still bears the traces Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1132613863496140392005-11-21T22:44:00.000Z2005-11-22T10:12:09.770ZPolitical Systems of Highland Burma, by Edmund Leach.Edmund Leach, whom I am forced to read for one of my courses, has just become my hero. This because of what he wrote at the start of yet another chapter (VIII, entitled "The Evidence from Kachin History") that I was about to go through tonight. I just wanted to record this quote for myself."I suppose that the main difficulty that every Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1132605393875426972005-11-21T19:58:00.000Z2005-11-21T20:36:33.886ZWhat's next?That's the biggest conversation topic among the UCL M.Sc.'s these days: what the hell are we going to do next? Although so far the main result of this has been to scare each other even more about that place called "The Real World". It seems to be a rather shitty place to be in .. I fear that for my own sanity I will set it aside for now and focus on my Thesis topic and my two papers Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1132352105676043352005-11-18T20:09:00.000Z2005-11-18T22:15:05.730ZShort news round-upPor fa', disculpeme for my virtual absence on this blog; geen bericht goed bericht, but still this doesn't bode too well. So, here's a short news round-up: This morning my brother left for Buenos Aires, Argentina, his blog is up now (see right as well). Sony is an Evil Mega Corporation (EMC) whose CDs you should all shun (download 'em instead, I'd say; if you're interestedIsalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1131835583011963832005-11-12T22:09:00.000Z2005-11-12T22:48:00.663ZLiljorna och Jamie OliverOK, so the whole Lilly thing was not quite as funny as it appeared on Thursday afternoon. It turned out that my flatmate was extremely upset, which made me feel very sorry for her and made me also very upset. What could I do but say sorry, it was stupid and wrong of me to throw away your flowers? But that was the evening I could least use something like this; for it Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1131794285702799152005-11-12T11:09:00.000Z2005-11-12T11:18:05.703ZLink of the day: http://www.killbillsbrowser.com/Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1131631142563089532005-11-10T13:47:00.000Z2005-11-13T14:01:28.776ZLilliesConversation in the hall-way some 10 minutes ago with flat-mate X (of female sex) who shall remain anonymous.Her: :-( Mark, do you know what happened to the Lillies that I got for my birthday ?Me: They were in the Kitchen and they kept falling over, so at some point I just threw them away.. [mentally: and they stank tot aan de hoge hemel]Her: :-( But my boyfriend spent over a 100 poundIsalicusnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1131585844671981412005-11-10T01:21:00.000Z2005-11-10T01:29:29.343ZEssay HellWriting my first essay in, well, almost a year is quite hellish. I am writing on the relation between History and Anthropology, but i regret having taken that topic, I haven't read enough it is way too broad! I am getting cynical and pseudo-funny anarchic in my academic writing, that can't be good. Well, I give up for tonight (even though the heading says this is written on Thursday, itIsalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1131489604750673452005-11-08T20:21:00.000Z2005-11-08T22:42:11.026ZGuido Fawkes Day (a very long essay for a weblog, I got carried away a bit. No literature was used in the argument, so most of it is speculation, but -I hope- learned speculation. Just ignore this if you are actually interested in my life)At the fifth of November people in England set fire to bonfires and sometimes burn effigies of someone called 'Guy Fawkes' and they set of fireworks. ApparentlyIsalicusnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1131467093037095752005-11-08T16:17:00.000Z2005-11-09T11:05:42.426ZDeaventer Koeke!I would like to share my joy with you at finding today in my local Sainsbury's the following item: J.B.Bussinks Echte Gemberkoek (although redubbed as "J.B.Bussink's Real Dutch Stem Ginger Loaf"); truly, such discoveries, combined with my first home-ground coffee brought light to my otherwise dreary I-really-should-be-writing-that-bloody-essay-life.Furthermore, due to some Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1131316685707495522005-11-06T21:40:00.000Z2005-11-08T16:29:03.503ZHail reader, onverdroten this account of life, the universe and everything (focused on Central London) continues. I wouldn't know what would interest you, but there is a lot in store, although I guess we'll have the summary tonight.What I did not do.For instance it may interest you to know that I did not get to see Karl Marx's tomb this pouring wet Sunday as High Gate Cemetery charges an entranceIsalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1131129245725130352005-11-04T17:52:00.000Z2005-11-08T20:20:59.986ZThe Kent-mp3I have tested it & on my computer the downloading of the file seemed to work (see post below), you open the link and then select the free-option (all the way down), which then makes you wait a full bloddy 30 seconds before you get the download link (scroll all the way down again). There are no annoying commercials, just those google text thingees which you can easily ignore. Maybe Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1131047861429367072005-11-03T19:12:00.000Z2005-11-08T16:30:10.663ZBah.I was lost in the platonic cave today; surrounded by people, who apparently had seen the light of a realm of ideas that said absolutely nothing to me. Marxist Metaphysics, I should be interested: power relations and ideologies were on the programme today. But please, please PLEASE leave the bloody miereneukerij (ant-fuckery, sic) and haarkloverij (hair splitting) on these issues between Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1131026987436539722005-11-03T13:50:00.000Z2005-11-08T16:31:13.206ZIn het kader van "ils sont fou, les anglais" Yesterday's Guardian featured a one-and-a-half page In Memoriam for an exceptional racing horse, plus a two-page 'centrefold' picture of the horse in question. Requiescat in Pace Best Mate, that was his name. FurthermoreYesterday I worked a bit on the student-teacher relation/networking field by joining the big men for dinner at a curry place, which Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1130887695552126762005-11-01T23:18:00.000Z2005-11-08T16:32:24.663ZMeditationTonight I first went to have some italian coffee at the place of one of my fellow students who also lives in these halls and afterwards I went for a walk. One of my old-fashioned wanderings, at random through the residential areas that surround us (remember: this is central london we're talking about, and still, there's no irony involved here). I walk the empty streets and I clear my Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1130845193696300692005-11-01T11:36:00.000Z2005-11-01T11:39:53.706ZFor those of you less versed in Lower-Saxon dialects (see post below):I just had my picture taken under the most anarchic of circumstannces: I was sitting down on a little stairs with a white screen behind me while the photographer was struggling an over-full deks in order to get a good sight of me. It worked out in the end and there's nothing ot be seen in the final product of all this. Now I Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1130840302426510772005-11-01T09:32:00.000Z2005-11-08T16:32:49.720ZVandaege 's Plat.Mien va ef mien gester 'n artikel estuurd woar uut bliek da plat 76 persent rapper sol wean as Hooghaarlemmerdieks. Dus vandaege alleenig op Plat! Maer 'k ebbe nog völle te leer'n (in kort wean) as dèze veurbeeld'n bewiez'n:Ik wil u uitnodigen voor een gesprek onder vier ogen ...........gao'j met noar buut'n?Hetgeen u zojuist meedeelde, was mij niet geheel duidelijk...........Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1130626489175159322005-10-29T23:08:00.000+01:002005-11-08T16:33:06.983ZWhat I learned today in the British Museum.After cooking myself a full English breakfast (I had some sausages to finish) at noon I walked to the BM together with my flat- and country mate P. and there I spent a nice and educational non-Uni-related day learning the following: Britain in the 4th Century AD was attacked from the east by the Angles and Saxons and from the north by the Picts (from Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1130538257739957792005-10-28T22:00:00.000+01:002005-10-30T15:02:29.680ZToday I read the following words etched into my table during a lecture: "Popol Vuh" and that really made my day. This was extremely odd though; apparently some student knew about this text and found its name worthy of communicating with his fellow students.But that aside: what you all (and I mean you, the proverbial halve paardekop) are waiting for, is obviouslyy, the revelation of a new purpose Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1130318436238627292005-10-26T09:45:00.000+01:002005-10-26T10:20:36.243+01:00Yes! Today's Anthropological Methods day, and guess what's on the programme? Correct, the field diary, amongst others, I hope I will finally get some professional guidance on what a field diary is suppossed to be. I hope it'll still make an interesting read afterwards, and oh, what does it mattter? The only ones who will read this will be my professors ..I was going to try and focus this diary Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1130226402735902082005-10-25T08:03:00.000+01:002005-10-25T08:46:42.743+01:00Well good morning! Yesterdaynight I passed out somewhere between 8 and 9 in the evening only to wake up at 1 to close my window and then to sleep again until my alarm clock went off at 7:20. I'm glad it worked out that way, I feel pretty good now, awake and all, at 8:00 in bloody morning! I decided however not to use my newly found energy to throw myself at Claude Lévi-Strauss, but first to Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1130018799484689362005-10-22T21:46:00.000+01:002005-10-22T23:06:39.490+01:00This weekend is two-hundred years since the British won at Trafalgar. I only found this out because I walked around town today with my parents and we bumped into this huge son-et-lumière spectacle that was being prepared at - where else? - Trafalgar Square. It looked awful: with sails hanging from the poor National Galery and lots of navy people (Soldiers!) walking around, but the worst was the Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1129899485821664852005-10-21T13:56:00.000+01:002005-10-21T13:58:05.826+01:00British computers can be so dramatic: today all printer terminals displayed the message "Catastrophic Failure". What might ever have induced them to this political statement and this general strike? Saddam's trial, perhaps? More research would be necessary...Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1129845818314255702005-10-20T22:53:00.000+01:002005-10-20T23:03:38.323+01:00Thanks to F. I can now at any moment enjoy the witches' song 'Destruction's our Delight // Delight our greatest Sorrow', and indeed 'het schalt nu door mijn kamer'. It is a good theme song to my readings today: several articles relating to Durkheim's book 'Suicide' and one on State violence amongst others. Cheery stuff I hope you can imagine. The rest of the opera I mentioned (Purcell's Dido & Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1129758082757268022005-10-19T22:03:00.000+01:002005-10-20T07:52:22.113+01:00Tonight was the premiere of the play I have been working on for the last week and a half (instead of doing my proper course work), and man was I nervous (apparently). On comes Dr. Chasuble, mutters his first words and goes blank, haha. Great. Line ?!? Thank god our prompt girl was having a black-out at exactly that same time, all to the great amusement of the audience, and that's what matters in Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1129674110495334092005-10-18T22:50:00.000+01:002005-10-18T23:28:17.613+01:00Journal implying 'daily' means that really I should write every day, and I have enough honour left in me to not count this mornings remark about my bread, which indeed I had left hanging in a plastic bag on my bike, which for want of a key was parked outside the shed. It remained unstolen the morning after. I guess that this is a very respectable neighbourhood where no-one is needy. Hmm. Or maybeIsalicusnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1129625050619512542005-10-18T09:43:00.000+01:002005-10-26T10:23:53.053+01:00The fact that my bread was not stolen last night proves that the bike shed is a safe place to keep it.Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17961452.post-1129582558931634102005-10-17T21:13:00.000+01:002005-10-18T12:07:16.710+01:00Indeed, dear visitor, you see correctly, yet another weblog has seen the light (ignoring any arising ontological and phenomenological questions on the sense-ability of weblogs). A secret peeping hole allowing one's peers to peer into one of their peer's life, one of many lives lived by the boring, one more place to read the obvious, you ask Lector? Yes. The author will in all probability be Isalicusnoreply@blogger.com0