Teaching Ravens to Fly Underwater
Friday, September 26, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Busy, busy, busy
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This Bokononist phrase best describes my last week. I arrived home from Germany at about midnight on Sunday (my Germanwings flight was delayed about 20 minutes and as a nice courtesy upon landing everybody got a bottle of ice tea as a present).
Almost all week school started at 8 o'clock in the morning, and its getting to be too much: I decided to skip any class that starts too early. Even using such arbitrary measures to decide which lectures to attend I still am in school at least till five in the afternoon.
The point behind all this self-pitying is that after so many tiring days I don't have neither time nor opportunity to jot down my ideas that I consider more worthy of this blog, such as my anger at ELTE (my new university) for not informing me of a deadline for a scholarship I would have received or some parallel I drew between the topic of media freedom and my weekend in Germany while on the metro. These pieces would not have been Kubla Khans in literary quality but still, they are lost for ever.
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Almost all week school started at 8 o'clock in the morning, and its getting to be too much: I decided to skip any class that starts too early. Even using such arbitrary measures to decide which lectures to attend I still am in school at least till five in the afternoon.
The point behind all this self-pitying is that after so many tiring days I don't have neither time nor opportunity to jot down my ideas that I consider more worthy of this blog, such as my anger at ELTE (my new university) for not informing me of a deadline for a scholarship I would have received or some parallel I drew between the topic of media freedom and my weekend in Germany while on the metro. These pieces would not have been Kubla Khans in literary quality but still, they are lost for ever.
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