Don't judge a book by it's cover ... at least not always and especially not if the literature you are dealing with is prone to the orientalizing gaze of the Western literary market - as a nice talk by Mary Anne Mohanraj at last year's SALA in San Francisco comprehensively summarized. She was kind enough to put her results up on her page upon request.
And yes, I know that book titles - just like covers - are not primarily determined by authors - especially not new emerging voices. However, sometimes the combination of title and cover (very much in the line Mary Anne determined: only parts of female body clad in sari, redish-yellowish coloring) do tell all that is to say about a book. On the return flight from Boston I finished A Good Indian Wife - perfect airplane novel (though I picked it up at Barnes & Nobles). Because, really it is only pulp chick-lit, nothing there to help me in my thesis, but at least less awful than I found Marrying Anita which I have yet to finish, or maybe just not...
And then again - I am currently, though working on a different aspect and chapter of the thesis, trying to get my theoretical argument together (which has been challenged at the Dartmouth College "Futures of American Studies Institute") as to why diaspora is just no longer an adequate frame for cosmopolitan transnational transcultural writing by South Asian North Americans, and keep pondering whether the fact that the diasporic imaginary by now also serves as the backdrop of pulp fiction is not possibly along my lines.
These two novels (usualy within a few pages already) serve up all - I mean ALL - the exoticizing stereotypes the West has about Indians and the Indian diaspora in particular (along the "only those from your own culture can truly understand you"-kind of stuff): arranged marriages, spices and food, women finding a place for themselves, omnipresence of family ties and obligations and the displaced community sticking together, ....
So, I started thinking, whether not the very fact that the arguments, methods, themes and modes which gave voice and visibility to the South Asian diaspora in literature up to the early 1990s have now entered the realm of pulp fiction and chick-lit actually supports my argument. These are no longer critical points of view, but have entered the most uncritical of mainstream markets - which means they have lost all their potential of resistance and political voice. This is no longer about collective identity constructions, but simple a re-inscription of stagnant cultural assumptions.
The diasporic collective cultural identity as the backdrop of literature is actually signifying the pastness of the idea. I will have to find a more eloquent way to voice this, yet, but in addition to my array of theories from Althusser via Levinas to Lipsitz, Benn Michaels and Appadurai I think it will at least come in as a handy footnote in the discussion of consumerism and the global literary market. Except, if you think I am totally off track here! Then please let me know.
7/02/2009
in the avoidance of real work
No, have no fear this is not yet another blog-entry listing my current procrastination activities - not much changed there.
I only loaded this page in order not to open a document to work on ... because the absurdity of my present condition is that I am very thrilled and excited because tomorrow - I decided - I really finally get to it and start my first chapter (to be handed in in 5 weeks?!?) .... But in order to do so I made a list of things to be completed before and that - strangely enough - is less exciting ...
Furthermore received a new tax statement and only owe 241 euro for 2008 - that was a pleasant surprise and is actually affordable - especially compared to the year before. And they also reduced my 2009 prepayment request from 4.190 to 0,-- not working and not being in Austria for 3 years helped here, I admit.
Oh and supported my 14-year old niece to practice civil disobedience in school and gave her instructions on how to do it. Not sure if that is morally sound, but my gut said go for it!
And a final note: I spent 12 USD on another set of really great buttons to sport! so look out for my pant legs - that's where they usually end up on at the moment. Favorites: "Fashionably Strange" "Not the brightest crayon in the box, are we" and "Now pull up your Big Girl Panties and deal with it." and have to make one (was sold out) with "When in doubt, mumble"
And now I will pull up my big girl panties and start dealing with my list....
I only loaded this page in order not to open a document to work on ... because the absurdity of my present condition is that I am very thrilled and excited because tomorrow - I decided - I really finally get to it and start my first chapter (to be handed in in 5 weeks?!?) .... But in order to do so I made a list of things to be completed before and that - strangely enough - is less exciting ...
Furthermore received a new tax statement and only owe 241 euro for 2008 - that was a pleasant surprise and is actually affordable - especially compared to the year before. And they also reduced my 2009 prepayment request from 4.190 to 0,-- not working and not being in Austria for 3 years helped here, I admit.
Oh and supported my 14-year old niece to practice civil disobedience in school and gave her instructions on how to do it. Not sure if that is morally sound, but my gut said go for it!
And a final note: I spent 12 USD on another set of really great buttons to sport! so look out for my pant legs - that's where they usually end up on at the moment. Favorites: "Fashionably Strange" "Not the brightest crayon in the box, are we" and "Now pull up your Big Girl Panties and deal with it." and have to make one (was sold out) with "When in doubt, mumble"
And now I will pull up my big girl panties and start dealing with my list....
6/21/2009
Immigration by Austen
apparently being away from people to actually converse with - stranded in lands of strangers- at least has the side effect of reanimating my blogging activities - as there is one more story to relate concerning my journey:
chatting with the immigration officer or "It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman traveling to the US alone, must be in want of a green card."
Because, as always, I claimed to be here on tourist business only, so not to excite any suspicions connected to possible business activities if I mention the word conference or university summer school. Traveling all alone, without knowing anyone at the point of destination and being less then serious (see fully rested from the flight) raised a number of questions by the immigration officer.
Why Boston? - Well, that one I had covered: I study American studies and had not yet been to this cradle of the idea of America, an unpardonable neglect on my part, I thus intend to remedy (though answered in slightly less words). As I claimed I do not know anyone here - So you plan to find someone? - *laugh* Äh no, and anyway I am already married. - Then why is your husband not with you? - He did not get off work, and anyway, we are separated. - *puzzled look, unsure of whether that would possibly make me even more suspicious* - that's a loooong story you don't want to hear - *more suspicious puzzlement in those watery blue eyes* How much money do you carry? - About 9 US-dollars and slightly less than 20 Euros. - *shocked surprise added to puzzlement* Do you carry a *mumblemumblemubmle* - Sorry? - *even more suspicion* a credit card?! - Of course, and about 3 ATM cards. - Well .... ähm ... have a great stay. - Will do!
chatting with the immigration officer or "It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman traveling to the US alone, must be in want of a green card."
Because, as always, I claimed to be here on tourist business only, so not to excite any suspicions connected to possible business activities if I mention the word conference or university summer school. Traveling all alone, without knowing anyone at the point of destination and being less then serious (see fully rested from the flight) raised a number of questions by the immigration officer.
Why Boston? - Well, that one I had covered: I study American studies and had not yet been to this cradle of the idea of America, an unpardonable neglect on my part, I thus intend to remedy (though answered in slightly less words). As I claimed I do not know anyone here - So you plan to find someone? - *laugh* Äh no, and anyway I am already married. - Then why is your husband not with you? - He did not get off work, and anyway, we are separated. - *puzzled look, unsure of whether that would possibly make me even more suspicious* - that's a loooong story you don't want to hear - *more suspicious puzzlement in those watery blue eyes* How much money do you carry? - About 9 US-dollars and slightly less than 20 Euros. - *shocked surprise added to puzzlement* Do you carry a *mumblemumblemubmle* - Sorry? - *even more suspicion* a credit card?! - Of course, and about 3 ATM cards. - Well .... ähm ... have a great stay. - Will do!
the way to travel
I am in strong favor of travel in sleep-deprived states ... tested recently on my return from Austria to Berlin I only was conscious for about 117 minutes of the almost 9 hour train ride - barely enough to change trains, fill my stomach with the extensive breakfast bought at Linz train station and in Leipzig, as always, switch to the opposite bench as it is a dead-end train station and would result in my facing backwards on the last leg of the ride ... not an option as everyone who ever moved even over a short distance in my company would know.
As I am also in strong favor of cheap traveling, I ended up booking a flight to Boston that left Berlin at 7.35 - not a bad time I thought at the time... once again (see my Vienna trip in November) not taking the be-at-the-airport-2-hours-before-departure-idea into account. However, as I also rather successfully wasted away the day(s) before departure in a really excessively nice way (including wonderful 3-dish-Indian-dinner at my place for my Iranian friends, as well as a last evening spent on the balcony immersed in a blanket and almost romantically inclined thoughts) I started cleaning the dishes (my mother suggested that a sink full of unwashed dishes could result in a significantly less pleasant return experience after a 10 day absence) and packing my bags at about 1 am .... thinking that I would just not sleep at all ... however, efficiency, you fickle mistress, I was absolutely finished by 2.48 and thus 52 minutes too early to shower and leave. Hooray, however, to my night-shift-working experiences, thanks to which I knew that I was capable of power-napping, so off to bed, 49 minutes of rest (with the lights kept on in the hall to make the transition easier).
And thus, I had the perfect Iberia flight to Boston one could imagine - in a state otherwise only approved for infants. Both times asleep before take-off I missed all of the Berlin-Madrid flight (no free food on that one anyway). And on the way to Boston could not even have been disappointed by the fact that it was one of these really old airbus models with only small and far-away shared screens for half the plane and those to be filled with two recent movies of which I would still be hard pressed to decide which was awful and which one was worse: "17 again" and "Pink Panther 2" - a fate, I was spared by my state. I woke up in time to claim my (quite edible) pasta lunch and coffee, to sleep (with the brief interruption of accepting my immigration forms) until dinner with coffee (apparently the Spanish airline coffee is no more effective than what I am fed since) to wake up to witness the amazing landing in Boston - as the airport is right at the sea, the plane seemingly grazing the ocean just before landing.
And not only are long distance flights less annoying (although I actually always like travel as much as arriving), it also prevents jetlag to start off with a totally disoriented body already!
Then again - living in a cheap (though acceptably clean and nice as well as well located) hostel possibly does little to enhance sleeping-in anyways.
As I am also in strong favor of cheap traveling, I ended up booking a flight to Boston that left Berlin at 7.35 - not a bad time I thought at the time... once again (see my Vienna trip in November) not taking the be-at-the-airport-2-hours-before-departure-idea into account. However, as I also rather successfully wasted away the day(s) before departure in a really excessively nice way (including wonderful 3-dish-Indian-dinner at my place for my Iranian friends, as well as a last evening spent on the balcony immersed in a blanket and almost romantically inclined thoughts) I started cleaning the dishes (my mother suggested that a sink full of unwashed dishes could result in a significantly less pleasant return experience after a 10 day absence) and packing my bags at about 1 am .... thinking that I would just not sleep at all ... however, efficiency, you fickle mistress, I was absolutely finished by 2.48 and thus 52 minutes too early to shower and leave. Hooray, however, to my night-shift-working experiences, thanks to which I knew that I was capable of power-napping, so off to bed, 49 minutes of rest (with the lights kept on in the hall to make the transition easier).
And thus, I had the perfect Iberia flight to Boston one could imagine - in a state otherwise only approved for infants. Both times asleep before take-off I missed all of the Berlin-Madrid flight (no free food on that one anyway). And on the way to Boston could not even have been disappointed by the fact that it was one of these really old airbus models with only small and far-away shared screens for half the plane and those to be filled with two recent movies of which I would still be hard pressed to decide which was awful and which one was worse: "17 again" and "Pink Panther 2" - a fate, I was spared by my state. I woke up in time to claim my (quite edible) pasta lunch and coffee, to sleep (with the brief interruption of accepting my immigration forms) until dinner with coffee (apparently the Spanish airline coffee is no more effective than what I am fed since) to wake up to witness the amazing landing in Boston - as the airport is right at the sea, the plane seemingly grazing the ocean just before landing.
And not only are long distance flights less annoying (although I actually always like travel as much as arriving), it also prevents jetlag to start off with a totally disoriented body already!
Then again - living in a cheap (though acceptably clean and nice as well as well located) hostel possibly does little to enhance sleeping-in anyways.
4/30/2009
eine bootsfahrt die ist .... well...
What is the hardest part in kayaking?
a) just paddle straight ahead
b) not to drown
c) to get into the boat
d) to hold the boat with your knees
e) to get out of the boat
f) not freeze in April-cold Wannsee
g) not be eaten by the mosquitoes during clean-up
well, if g does not really count as it is post-kayaking work I must confess: while I had suspected this question to have multiple answers all the way from b to f, actually it is not a multiple choice question at all and the only answer is a!
I had my first kayaking class last night and I think I am going to love it - because the water was already surprisingly pleasant, temperature-wise and also there was, of course (!) no full body water contact yet; and being on the water while the sun sets on the other shore and paddling away is really fun - ONLY the away part of my (and many of colleagues'!) paddling is not yet under control and thus we basically spiral our ways around the Wannsee in not quite pirouette-stile gracefulness.
a) just paddle straight ahead
b) not to drown
c) to get into the boat
d) to hold the boat with your knees
e) to get out of the boat
f) not freeze in April-cold Wannsee
g) not be eaten by the mosquitoes during clean-up
well, if g does not really count as it is post-kayaking work I must confess: while I had suspected this question to have multiple answers all the way from b to f, actually it is not a multiple choice question at all and the only answer is a!
I had my first kayaking class last night and I think I am going to love it - because the water was already surprisingly pleasant, temperature-wise and also there was, of course (!) no full body water contact yet; and being on the water while the sun sets on the other shore and paddling away is really fun - ONLY the away part of my (and many of colleagues'!) paddling is not yet under control and thus we basically spiral our ways around the Wannsee in not quite pirouette-stile gracefulness.
4/19/2009
Austria's impending financial disaster and my unpaid taxes
My interdisciplinary seminar on 'neoliberalism and the US' last week started off with a reading assignment of 3 chapters of Paul Krugmann's 2002 book The Conscience of a Liberal (and by being outed as "coming from Vienna, äh.. Austria I mean" after being the ONLY one about whose origin the teacher inquired - and the class being held in English it should not be due to my 'cute' accent....)
Since then (me of course not being familiar with the name Krugmann before... ignorance, it may be noted, is not necessarily bliss, especially not if present to the extent I usually display) much has happened and been treated in a classical Austrian manner:
Paul Krugmann allegedly claimed - in an address at Princeton University - that in the course of the current global economic crisis Austria was one of the countries most definitely heading towards national bankruptcy due to its generous credit-spending in East European countries. (Actually, there was a comment in this direction in the q&a period, when Krugmann mentioned that, after Ireland and Iceland, Austria was the European country who will likely suffer severely from the economic crisis in the time to come as many Eastern European countries experiencing currency issues might not be able to repay their credits, but he did not predict or does not see Austria to be doomed - see also his blog).
But, what is far more fascinating than what Krugman said or how he reacts to reactions are these reactions because in all their fervor they are such a tragically exquisite image of the Austrian Volksseele. Whenever, it seems, anyone who not only possesses the authority but also the data to substance his/her claim makes an utterance that sounds at least faintly critical of any Austrian issue - especially if it is not only dead on but possibly also addressing an issue 'we' are all too aware of - the whole country rushes into full defence mode:
Step 1: Blow the utterance totally out of proportion, first by the state media corporation ORF, immediately followed by the two really bad tabloids constantly battling for the label: "most news least based on reality"
Step 2: Political and other (relevant) "Authorities", using the Austrian media reports rather than the original source for background information, rush into full defense mode, usually by diverting attention from the actual issue and by trying to discredit the criticizer.
Usually (especially if the truth of the original statement should soon prove to be impossible to conceal any longer and especially if anyone should then dare to mutter (even under their breaths) 'told you so') these are followed by:
Step 3: "We definitely do not need some self-appointed someone for something to tell us how to run our affairs" - attitude paired with hostility towards possible well-meaning attempts of trying to extend a helping hand.
Step 4: If then both critics and well-wishers turn away from 'us' annoyed and (honestly) also because this small speck that looks like a fallen shriveled pear is just not important enough to hold international attention for more than a half-day, 'WE' actually turn from them - as we don't need anyone! definitely!
Step 5: Keep a low profile, pretend nothing ever happened, ingrain the we-did-not-do-anything(-wrong)-attitude in the collective identity and wait till the whole thing blows over, as it will soon enough (see 4).
Well, can't wait for this week's class, because I am pretty sure I will be taken for the authentic Austrian voice in class and be asked about the topic ... great! my little self in a discussion on international economics... I mean, people, there is a reason I am in literature! (Actually, one of the most treasured compliments I ever received was upon entering the University of Economics in Vienna in my 5th semester there (yes, I went there, too!!) dressed in an ankle length bright purple dress, meeting someone (in proper attire, of course) from my English class, who starred me up and down, exhaling: "You obviously so do not belong here" - end of digression).
BUT: Despair not - dearest country mine! Your situation is a lot less grave than anticipated!! Because, I have outstanding taxes to pay for two years. *schluck*
And this is dealt with beautifully at the moment - one more example of our efficient bureaucracy. My Göttergatte informed me that there had been an attempt to deliver an RSA-letter to me. That means most official letter possible (also used for the persecution of criminals, I assume). There is RSA and RSB - format of official letters. While RSB can also be collected by someone related to you (and by proving several things or so) RSA can ONLY and EXCLUSIVELY be collected by the addressee, which is a little difficult if you live mere 9 hours away.... (train-time that is). However, while no one can get the letter, Stefan could go LOOK AT it - and this way find out that our tax authorities were trying to send me some greetings. Thus, I called them (already suspecting my non-declared 2007 taxes to having originated this communication). After only 3 times being redirected within the office (though the first contact proved difficult as she wanted to know why I called - because someone from your office sent me an RSA - we send many RSA, I have no idea which department, you need to be more specific - I can't, because I live abroad and thus cannot find out what is in the letter - but without knowing the content, what do you want - I want to know the content - get the letter then - I cant, I live abroad .... - .... - .... - do you want my social security number so you could look up my file and maybe find out? - No - ähm? - what is your last name - (gave my name) - starting with D? - yes - then you 'belong' to the a-d department. Just a moment, I put you through. (!!!!?!)
But the A-D department tried to be helpful (though utterly slow - especially in the speech act. If the two guys there would not have been Austrian civil servants already, they could make a terrific career in some bio-supermarket, where complete body-deceleration is unfortunately but apparently a pre-condition for employment). I immediately (with the second person that is) got the information, that as i never declared my taxes for 2007, they now estimated them and sent me the result and due-payment information. Yes, we always send that by RSA, it is important personal information. No, I could not send it RSB, that is not done. No, we cannot send it to an address abroad. Of course, you can appeal this estimate. You have until Mid-May. - But, I cannot get the letter before summer when I am next in Vienna, thus cannot know what to appeal. - Well, if the letter is not collected and returned to us, we eventually (after sending other RSAs) will start legal prosecution - meaning I will be hunted for tax evasion, made more severe by my relocation abroad....
You see, we had a very *lösungsorientiert* (solution oriented) conversation placing us, within not even 2 minutes, squarely back into frame 1: I cannot collect your RSA letter because I now live abroad.
So after having discussed and eliminated all regulated options for their impracticality this clerk suddenly asks: 'Do you have access to an e-mail address?" - OF COURSE!!! 3 at least! "Oh, then just write me a quick note, and I will just send you your estimated tax report as pdf by mail." (took less than 7 minutes to get the whole thing - and now takes only 1 more weekend to come up with my real tax reports and appeal)
The beauty of modern technology is less its actual speed than the advance (speed wise) it has on regulations of how to use it in the Austrian system. Unfortunately their estimation was not far off reality, and thus - although I will try to claim a lot more expenses etc - I am likely looking at back taxes that will eat up the 'generous'-part of my scholarship for all 2.5 years still to come ...
Since then (me of course not being familiar with the name Krugmann before... ignorance, it may be noted, is not necessarily bliss, especially not if present to the extent I usually display) much has happened and been treated in a classical Austrian manner:
Paul Krugmann allegedly claimed - in an address at Princeton University - that in the course of the current global economic crisis Austria was one of the countries most definitely heading towards national bankruptcy due to its generous credit-spending in East European countries. (Actually, there was a comment in this direction in the q&a period, when Krugmann mentioned that, after Ireland and Iceland, Austria was the European country who will likely suffer severely from the economic crisis in the time to come as many Eastern European countries experiencing currency issues might not be able to repay their credits, but he did not predict or does not see Austria to be doomed - see also his blog).
But, what is far more fascinating than what Krugman said or how he reacts to reactions are these reactions because in all their fervor they are such a tragically exquisite image of the Austrian Volksseele. Whenever, it seems, anyone who not only possesses the authority but also the data to substance his/her claim makes an utterance that sounds at least faintly critical of any Austrian issue - especially if it is not only dead on but possibly also addressing an issue 'we' are all too aware of - the whole country rushes into full defence mode:
Step 1: Blow the utterance totally out of proportion, first by the state media corporation ORF, immediately followed by the two really bad tabloids constantly battling for the label: "most news least based on reality"
Step 2: Political and other (relevant) "Authorities", using the Austrian media reports rather than the original source for background information, rush into full defense mode, usually by diverting attention from the actual issue and by trying to discredit the criticizer.
Usually (especially if the truth of the original statement should soon prove to be impossible to conceal any longer and especially if anyone should then dare to mutter (even under their breaths) 'told you so') these are followed by:
Step 3: "We definitely do not need some self-appointed someone for something to tell us how to run our affairs" - attitude paired with hostility towards possible well-meaning attempts of trying to extend a helping hand.
Step 4: If then both critics and well-wishers turn away from 'us' annoyed and (honestly) also because this small speck that looks like a fallen shriveled pear is just not important enough to hold international attention for more than a half-day, 'WE' actually turn from them - as we don't need anyone! definitely!
Step 5: Keep a low profile, pretend nothing ever happened, ingrain the we-did-not-do-anything(-wrong)-attitude in the collective identity and wait till the whole thing blows over, as it will soon enough (see 4).
Well, can't wait for this week's class, because I am pretty sure I will be taken for the authentic Austrian voice in class and be asked about the topic ... great! my little self in a discussion on international economics... I mean, people, there is a reason I am in literature! (Actually, one of the most treasured compliments I ever received was upon entering the University of Economics in Vienna in my 5th semester there (yes, I went there, too!!) dressed in an ankle length bright purple dress, meeting someone (in proper attire, of course) from my English class, who starred me up and down, exhaling: "You obviously so do not belong here" - end of digression).
BUT: Despair not - dearest country mine! Your situation is a lot less grave than anticipated!! Because, I have outstanding taxes to pay for two years. *schluck*
And this is dealt with beautifully at the moment - one more example of our efficient bureaucracy. My Göttergatte informed me that there had been an attempt to deliver an RSA-letter to me. That means most official letter possible (also used for the persecution of criminals, I assume). There is RSA and RSB - format of official letters. While RSB can also be collected by someone related to you (and by proving several things or so) RSA can ONLY and EXCLUSIVELY be collected by the addressee, which is a little difficult if you live mere 9 hours away.... (train-time that is). However, while no one can get the letter, Stefan could go LOOK AT it - and this way find out that our tax authorities were trying to send me some greetings. Thus, I called them (already suspecting my non-declared 2007 taxes to having originated this communication). After only 3 times being redirected within the office (though the first contact proved difficult as she wanted to know why I called - because someone from your office sent me an RSA - we send many RSA, I have no idea which department, you need to be more specific - I can't, because I live abroad and thus cannot find out what is in the letter - but without knowing the content, what do you want - I want to know the content - get the letter then - I cant, I live abroad .... - .... - .... - do you want my social security number so you could look up my file and maybe find out? - No - ähm? - what is your last name - (gave my name) - starting with D? - yes - then you 'belong' to the a-d department. Just a moment, I put you through. (!!!!?!)
But the A-D department tried to be helpful (though utterly slow - especially in the speech act. If the two guys there would not have been Austrian civil servants already, they could make a terrific career in some bio-supermarket, where complete body-deceleration is unfortunately but apparently a pre-condition for employment). I immediately (with the second person that is) got the information, that as i never declared my taxes for 2007, they now estimated them and sent me the result and due-payment information. Yes, we always send that by RSA, it is important personal information. No, I could not send it RSB, that is not done. No, we cannot send it to an address abroad. Of course, you can appeal this estimate. You have until Mid-May. - But, I cannot get the letter before summer when I am next in Vienna, thus cannot know what to appeal. - Well, if the letter is not collected and returned to us, we eventually (after sending other RSAs) will start legal prosecution - meaning I will be hunted for tax evasion, made more severe by my relocation abroad....
You see, we had a very *lösungsorientiert* (solution oriented) conversation placing us, within not even 2 minutes, squarely back into frame 1: I cannot collect your RSA letter because I now live abroad.
So after having discussed and eliminated all regulated options for their impracticality this clerk suddenly asks: 'Do you have access to an e-mail address?" - OF COURSE!!! 3 at least! "Oh, then just write me a quick note, and I will just send you your estimated tax report as pdf by mail." (took less than 7 minutes to get the whole thing - and now takes only 1 more weekend to come up with my real tax reports and appeal)
The beauty of modern technology is less its actual speed than the advance (speed wise) it has on regulations of how to use it in the Austrian system. Unfortunately their estimation was not far off reality, and thus - although I will try to claim a lot more expenses etc - I am likely looking at back taxes that will eat up the 'generous'-part of my scholarship for all 2.5 years still to come ...
3/28/2009
three cheers for fischer-fix-it-pads
heute mal wieder aus der beliebten Serie: Die Frau und das Gewürzregal - a success story! Weil auch wenn drei der Bohrlöcher ausgerissen sind - mit insgesamt 4 fischer-fix-it-pads ist das überhaupt kein problem! Und jetzt Gewürze in 2 Reihen!
Oh, und beim Friseur gewesen endlich ... falls euch also wo ein brav-mädchen-kopf-der-den-helm-nicht-abgenommen-hat entgegen kommt, das könnte ich sein! Lass mir nämlich ja mal wieder die Haare wachsen, vielleicht....
And: The status of 'gray' moved from 'noted presence' to 'visible minority'
Oh, und beim Friseur gewesen endlich ... falls euch also wo ein brav-mädchen-kopf-der-den-helm-nicht-abgenommen-hat entgegen kommt, das könnte ich sein! Lass mir nämlich ja mal wieder die Haare wachsen, vielleicht....
And: The status of 'gray' moved from 'noted presence' to 'visible minority'
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