Have yourselves a happy new year!

December 28, 2007 at 12:34 pm | Posted in Blogging | 4 Comments
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I’ll be offline for a few days. Btw, anyone got an idea whether these are real rats, and if so whether their ears are real? Looks kinda scary. Their mouths all look the same, so they’re probably fake. I hope. Or another breakthrough in the cloning of mammals?

Rats

Benazir Bhutto killed

December 27, 2007 at 3:00 pm | Posted in News | 2 Comments
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Benazir BhuttoI have no words for it. The BBC reports:

Pakistani former Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto has been killed in a presumed suicide attack, a spokesman for the Pakistan People’s Party (PPP) says.

Other reports said Ms Bhutto had only been injured and taken to hospital. Ms Bhutto had just addressed a rally of PPP supporters in the town of Rawalpindi when the rally was hit by a blast. At least 15 other people are reported killed in the attack. Ms Bhutto has twice been the country’s prime minister and was campaigning ahead of elections due in January.

And the Plans to Become Self-employed

December 26, 2007 at 10:43 pm | Posted in Career | 1 Comment
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…are beginning to become more concrete – I have got a name and a solid idea. Now I need funding. First appointment tomorrow 🙂

Re-post: The 12 Days of Christmas, and a totally insufficient dowry

December 25, 2007 at 10:34 pm | Posted in Webvideo | 8 Comments
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I first posted this in April but feel the urge to repost the song: Boymongoose‘s Totally Insufficient Dowry a.k.a the Indian adaptation of The 12 Days of Christmas.

The lyrics, courtesy of Kuzzuk:

On the 1st day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 4th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 4 Hari Krishnas (is that Indian), 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 5th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 5 Indian games (I want to be the cowboy), 4 Hari Krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 6th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 6 IT graduates, 5 Indian games, 4 Hari Krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 7th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 7 Eleven workers, 6 IT graduates, 5 Indian games, 4 Hari Krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 8th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 8 Bollywood films (I didn’t eat the baby, was the dingo ate the baby), 7 Eleven workers, 6 IT graduates, 5 Indian games, 4 Hari Krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 9th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 9 tele-marketers (g’day mate, this is Colin Jones, are you wanting greater car rates), 8 Bollywood films, 7 Eleven workers, 6 IT graduates, 5 Indian games, 4 Hari Krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 10th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 10 minute yoga (think the lotus, feel the lotus, drive the Lotus), 9 tele-marketers, 8 Bollywood films, 7 Eleven workers, 6 IT graduates, 5 Indian games, 4 Hari Krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 11th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 11 syllable names (P Sarvan Muthu Double Decker Bus), 10 minute yoga, 9 tele-marketers, 8 Bollywood films, 7 Eleven workers, 6 IT graduates, 5 Indian games, 4 Hari Krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry.

On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 12 cricket ball tamperers (I was simply correcting the stitching), 11 syllable names, 10 minute yoga, 9 tele-marketers, 8 Bollywood films, 7 Eleven workers, 6 IT graduates, 5 minutes of fame, 4 Hari Krishnas, 3 butter chickens, 2 nosy in-laws and a totally insufficient dowry…

Touchdown…

Oops, I Did It Again: Quit My Job

December 25, 2007 at 9:45 am | Posted in Career | 4 Comments
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On the last possible day of my probation period, I kissed my new employer good-bye. The team was nice, the office beautiful – but my tasks all too quickly became that of a secretary. Writing letters in duplicate and triplicate, translating them into English, even prewriting banal five-line emails and mailing the text to my boss (the time it consumed for him to call me into his office, print out the email he had received and tell me what to write would have been more than sufficient for him to write the response himself). I don’t mind writing invitations and sending them out to key note speakers – for as long as I get to invite them (pp is fine with me). But I certainly didn’t get a master’s degree and accumulate five years of full time work experience to prewrite letters that others are going to use. To be more precisely: I am not prepared to spend 2,5 hours on trains a day if the work I am paid for is that of a secretary’s.

So once I again I am unemployed – and scheming to become self-employed. I am beginning to think that this is the only form of employment where I don’t get the feeling that I am slaving for someone else’s benefit more than mine…

The Queen is a Vlogger

December 23, 2007 at 12:48 pm | Posted in Webvideo | Leave a comment
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As of today, the British royal house have their own Youtube Channel! The top most message is the first televised message from 50 years ago – this years Christmas message to follow shortly.

To All You Hate Bloggers Out There

December 22, 2007 at 2:25 am | Posted in Blogging | 2 Comments
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In particular those who are trying to leave abusive comments on this site:

THIS IS MY BLOG.

If you post misogynist, racist, white race supremacist, or otherwise abusive messages on this blog, I will delete them and put you on the black list.

If you feel the need to rid yourself of such thoughts, please continue to do so elsewhere, ideally on the sites where those ideas originated.

What did the hate bloggers write on this blog?

Some suggested that all countries should set up their own Guantanamo camps, some that I be sent there. Others demanded that all women who haven’t/won’t/can’t give birth to a child have forfeited their right to existence. The suggestion was made that I’d better kill myself.

Such outbursts confirm that the use of racist, misogynist etc language and ideas – no matter how ironically and witty the people first circulating those ideas might have intended them – only furthers the prevalence of racism, misogynism, etc in our society.

The irresponsible intellectual uses them, the retards dumb them down and spread them.

Merry Christmas from Austria!

December 21, 2007 at 10:55 am | Posted in Austria | 2 Comments
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Brought to you courtesy of Hansi Hinterseer, former alpine skier turned entertainer: Wandern durch den weißen Winterwald.

Btw: This English Wikipedia entry was first created by a student of mine back in 2004. The stub was no longer than two lines, but has grown considerably in the meantime. Nice!

Introducing: My Elfed Self

December 20, 2007 at 12:54 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment
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I’ve become quite addicted to this nice little gadget which allows you to elf yourself. I am using it for all my Christmas cards – last year, I actually sent out about a dozen of real, cardboard Christmas cards, but I might be too lazy this year. Even my estranged father has switched to virtual Christmas wishes now – so why bother?

Elf Yourself

Here is one version of my Elf Yourself Christmas cards (I must have created at least half a dozen by now), featuring my avatar dancing with three random strangers. You can choose between 1 to 4 elves, and either upload your own pics or use random pics or a combination thereof.

Jamie-Lynn Spears is pregnant. And everyone else, too

December 19, 2007 at 7:18 am | Posted in Life | Leave a comment
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According to everyone. And so is Jessica Alba. And Lilly Allen. And Cate Blanchett and possibly also Angelina Jolie. Just for the record.

Are “stars” getting pregnant more often and ever younger these days or do the papers simply report it more often?

A blog post is what I need (girls only)

December 18, 2007 at 12:59 am | Posted in Blogging | Leave a comment
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I’m really not very good at keeping up my daily blogging routine at the moment. Nothing noteworthy is happening, at the same time so many little things need my attention that I hardly get anywhere.

ONE of the interesting things though is that I am bleeding like a sheep, slaughtered the Halaal way… Who ever put the idea in my mind that the orc instrument reduces the mucous something in your uterus was wrong – it’s simply stopped from falling apart every month (or so it seems, judging from the insides now going outside… looks like a 5 months workload at least!)

Uterus

Getting up at 5:30am

December 17, 2007 at 2:41 pm | Posted in Life | 1 Comment
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…isn’t so bad really, yet at the moment I am really just rushing from place to place during the week, as I had a total of five choir concerts scheduled. Next one this evening at 6pm at Schloss Belvedere in Vienna – see you there!

Blackmail: Hitchcock’s Last Silent and First Talking Picture

December 16, 2007 at 11:38 am | Posted in Film | Leave a comment
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I saw two wonderful Alfred Hitchcock movies yesterday at the Filmmuseum in Vienna – they are currently putting on a review of his complete works. I first saw The Lady Vanishes from 1938 (which I always wanted to see because it’s referenced in When Harry Met Sally, a film I’ve analyzed to death – and it is hilarious), and then Blackmail (1929).

The curious thing about Blackmail is that it was filmed as a silent picture, but with the plan to synchronize it afterwards. As a result, the dialog often seems to be slowed down, or the voice and particularly laughter set in a little bit later than you’d expect from the movement; atmospheric sound and voices do not really seem to correlate, yet this gives the movie a rather interesting, artistic atmosphere. The actors’ faces still echo the expressive spectrum of a silent movie – Anny Ondra in particular is one of loveliest faces to be gazed at in a talking picture ever.

She couldn’t cope with the transition though – she was an Austrian-Hungarian citizen, and her heavy accent disqualified her for the synchronized version. Here is Hitchcock’s first sound check, with Anny’s real voice – not the one to be heard later in the movie. The mentioned “squad van” is a reference to Blackmail.

Bye-bye Mirena: No More Orc Weapons in MY Uterus

December 15, 2007 at 9:50 pm | Posted in Women | 12 Comments
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Yesterday I finally had the Orc weapon that goes by the name of Mirena removed from my uterus – it had been sitting there for 10 months and giving me all interesting sorts of pain. Even though it is a very convenient and effective form of contraception – thanks to the hormones it gives off, and also thanks to the pain it induces which doesn’t really make you feel sexy – I have finally decided that that isn’t worth the torture. The first month was characterized by tidal cramps, followed by several months in which the cramps vanished to an xtent that I could feel the sting more clearly that the instrument caused on both side (probably the entrances of the uterine tubes – the coil is T-shaped, the uterus, however, isn’t…).

Mirena

Come June/July, the cramp attacks renewed – I am not very tolerant to pain, or rather, I may be able to tolerate it, but I can’t fail to notice all of its shades (my boyfriend might say I am paying too much attention to them, which I probably am).

I remember various incident, one where I was sitting in a beer garden with a friend, where the pain was so unbearable I had to try very hard not to curl up and grunt in public. I started using pain killers for cramps more often – in Austria, you cannot get these without a prescription, so whenever I went to Germany I stocked up on Buscopan and made sure I always had some in my pockets to ease the pain when it started.

The hormones in the coil sort of make your period go away – in my case, it was reduced to a very faint, yet all around the month bleeding. The pain also came and went as it desired – regardless of conservative monthly bleeding patterns.

Using my pain killers, I managed to keep the cramps under control. Unfortunately, they didn’t help to get rid of the sting that I felt somewhere leftish in my nether regions – a sting that, curiously, sometimes made walking a bit painful. Eventually, it was there 24/7 – I felt it when I woke up and sometimes it stopped me from going to sleep. It’s a rather uncomfortable situation – knowing that some piece of plastic is stuck somewhere in your uterus and somehow dislocated or generally unfit for your body (else it wouldn’t hurt, right?).

So I finally, finally picked myself up and made an appointment at a gynecologist – not exactly happy about it, because the whole process of placing the thing in my uterus was already extremely painful. And I got news that was even worse: My previous doctor had cut off too much of the thread on the coil which is supposed to be used to remove it. And with no thread in sight, one would first have to search a bit for the thing (i.e. widen the cervix, and try to find and pull out the thing with a kind of crochet needle).

Too cut a long story short: We managed to get the thing out, with the help of my cherished yoga breathing techniques to distract me from the pain and that of the doctor’s wife who came in and whose hands I was allowed to pinch as hard as I needed it.

Mirena may work for some – it didn’t for me. Some say that women who haven’t given birth shouldn’t use a contraceptive coil because complications might render them infertile. I say: Women who haven’t given birth shouldn’t be given a coil by their doctors, because the inapt Mirena thing only comes in ONE size – and there’s simply not enough room in a virgin uterus to accommodate the coil generously enough.

Aren’t we living in an era of micro-gadgets? Is there no way of making the damn thing smaller? More flexible? Why isn’t it part of the package that the doctor first defines the size of the uterus and then selects the custom size contraceptive coil?

Because contraceptive coils are for WOMEN – you’d be surprised how quickly they’d come up with a customized solution if ever a MAN would have to stick a little peg up his prick.

A Long Commute: Upside and Downside

December 14, 2007 at 10:44 am | Posted in Career, Work | 1 Comment
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I started on my new job the last week of November, and am pretty happy with it. What continues to be a downside, however, is the long commute: This and last week, I got up at 5:40 am to get on the 6:51 train (I need to have enough time to drink my litre of Earl Grey in the morning, so 6:15 won’t do for me). I arrive at my destination at 8:01am and try to sleep on the train, but that doesn’t always work out (Don’t blame it one the tea though; I surely noticed that my Christmas Green Tea kept me awake on the train, but I allow my morning Earl Grey to steep for five minutes – that is supposedly giving it a soothing effect). On the night train, however, I can sleep like a baby – unless I have to engage in conversation with colleagues on the train, which of course can be nice, but I am so addicted to sleep…

At least I don’t have to commute by car which would be quite a pain in the butt as you can neither read nor sleep behind the wheel. Unless the urge for sleep overwhelms you, one can use a good hour on the train for many useful things:

_catch up on your reading (most important point!)
_take your lappy with you and work on the train
_prepare yourself for meetings during the day
_make a few early-bird phone calls in particular to doctors and agencies
_knit, crochet or take care of other urgent needlework

So commuting isn’t all bad. And the one peculiar advantage of my present situation is that there is a COMPLETE SPLIT between work and home. Where I lived before, it was a 15 minutes walk to my office, and it happened regularly that I went in late at night or worked long hours. I don’t have this flexibility now anymore, and need to be more disciplined in terms of how swiftly I take care of things. But as soon as I get on the train home, I am leaving work behind. Not a bad thing!

The best of all commutes, however is telework! In the future, I might inofficially be able to telecommute at least one day a week. Then I’ll paste this sticker on my lappy:
I don't commute, I compute

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