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Apr. 25th, 2007 08:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
solitary_summerSchedules and planned out days are not for me, or I'm not for them. I simply lack the energy. Third day, and I'm absolutely exhausted, and this is supposed to be a holiday.
Didn't manage a morning run on Monday, but I'm going to forgive myself for that; Sunday had been a long day, and I'd done an hour of belly-dancing practice.
Did manage to go to the Albertina; Enjoyed he Baselitz exhibition a lot, and it was pleasantly empty at least at about 10:30. Of course I had absolutely no point of reference/comparison, since I don't really know his older paintings that he'd 'remixed', but I really liked some of the results. It still always almost surprises me when I'm looking at the work of a (more or less) contemporary artist and really like it...
What also was surprisingly interesting was the Biedermeier exhibition, which I'd assumed I'd only rush through since I'd already bought the ticket. While I've stopped thinking that Waldmüller is the embodiment of everythingevil kitsch a while ago, I'm probably never going to be a fan of Biedermeier painting, but the exhibition changed my perspective quite a bit. Some of the minimalist, simple and stylish furniture and silver design that out of context I'd have put a hundred years later easily, was exquisite. Very well presented all in all.
Managed to study a little Spanish, too - picked up one of the low price paper-backs at work & am making my way through it with a dictionary. I'm deadly bored by the artificial dialogues in our study book.
Therapist - meh. Wasn't in a very introspective mood. Apparently I'm less fucked-up than I thought? Or perhaps she just hasn't seen the messier and uglier sides of me.
Tuseday, the orthodontist appointment from a dentist-phobic's hell. Not to go into detail, but if I'd known in detail just how unpleasant this braces thing was going to be, I'm not sure I'd have agreed on doing it. Even if I'm already seeing results. Me: *ouch!* Assistant: Das zieht jetzt ein bissal. *pulls some wires tight to close spaces between front teeth* Me: *ouch!!!* *whimper* Gotta love the Viennese bissal. I was standing in a pharmacy one, where the memorable sentence 'Das ist halt ein bisserl rezeptpflichtig' was uttered. Only in Vienna.
And I'm not talking about the two tiny rubber bands I have to fumble into my mouth each evening. Gah.
I expect proposals from handsome millionaires at the very least, when this all come off.
Baby swimming was cute to watch, photos turned out mostly crappy. Absolute lack of experience with this kind of photography, bad light conditions, back light, more or less, didn't want to flash all over the place (not that I'm sure it'd have helped much) and tried to make up with high ISO and aperture.
Belly-dancing class was partly okay, partly not so much, need to practice this Nubian step. Shimmy works sometimes well, sometimes (like yesterday) not at all, muscles just locking up.
Up early again today, took the (surprisingly well-behaved, for once) horse for a brisk (twenty minutes faster than Ch., even with taking the wrong turn once and having to go back) two hour walk; since we really can't do anything faster than walk anyway, I might just as well get some exercise, too.
Henna'd my hair, ate lunch.
Was exhausted. And somehow the rest of the afternoon and evening passed. A page further into my Spanish novel. (Ken Follet of all things. But at least it's not ovrly complicated.)
In conclusion, tomorrow I'm allowed to sleep as long as I want. And do nothing as much as I want, with the possible exception of buying jogging shoes, since apparently the old ones that I've used for the past few years have shrunk? Or have my feet grown? Strange.
Didn't manage a morning run on Monday, but I'm going to forgive myself for that; Sunday had been a long day, and I'd done an hour of belly-dancing practice.
Did manage to go to the Albertina; Enjoyed he Baselitz exhibition a lot, and it was pleasantly empty at least at about 10:30. Of course I had absolutely no point of reference/comparison, since I don't really know his older paintings that he'd 'remixed', but I really liked some of the results. It still always almost surprises me when I'm looking at the work of a (more or less) contemporary artist and really like it...
What also was surprisingly interesting was the Biedermeier exhibition, which I'd assumed I'd only rush through since I'd already bought the ticket. While I've stopped thinking that Waldmüller is the embodiment of everything
Managed to study a little Spanish, too - picked up one of the low price paper-backs at work & am making my way through it with a dictionary. I'm deadly bored by the artificial dialogues in our study book.
Therapist - meh. Wasn't in a very introspective mood. Apparently I'm less fucked-up than I thought? Or perhaps she just hasn't seen the messier and uglier sides of me.
Tuseday, the orthodontist appointment from a dentist-phobic's hell. Not to go into detail, but if I'd known in detail just how unpleasant this braces thing was going to be, I'm not sure I'd have agreed on doing it. Even if I'm already seeing results. Me: *ouch!* Assistant: Das zieht jetzt ein bissal. *pulls some wires tight to close spaces between front teeth* Me: *ouch!!!* *whimper* Gotta love the Viennese bissal. I was standing in a pharmacy one, where the memorable sentence 'Das ist halt ein bisserl rezeptpflichtig' was uttered. Only in Vienna.
And I'm not talking about the two tiny rubber bands I have to fumble into my mouth each evening. Gah.
I expect proposals from handsome millionaires at the very least, when this all come off.
Baby swimming was cute to watch, photos turned out mostly crappy. Absolute lack of experience with this kind of photography, bad light conditions, back light, more or less, didn't want to flash all over the place (not that I'm sure it'd have helped much) and tried to make up with high ISO and aperture.
Belly-dancing class was partly okay, partly not so much, need to practice this Nubian step. Shimmy works sometimes well, sometimes (like yesterday) not at all, muscles just locking up.
Up early again today, took the (surprisingly well-behaved, for once) horse for a brisk (twenty minutes faster than Ch., even with taking the wrong turn once and having to go back) two hour walk; since we really can't do anything faster than walk anyway, I might just as well get some exercise, too.
Henna'd my hair, ate lunch.
Was exhausted. And somehow the rest of the afternoon and evening passed. A page further into my Spanish novel. (Ken Follet of all things. But at least it's not ovrly complicated.)
In conclusion, tomorrow I'm allowed to sleep as long as I want. And do nothing as much as I want, with the possible exception of buying jogging shoes, since apparently the old ones that I've used for the past few years have shrunk? Or have my feet grown? Strange.
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Date: 2007-04-25 08:49 pm (UTC)Am Beck from Doctor Honoris Causa for Ulrich Beck. Now everything we do at the Sympsium tomorrow will pale in comparison because we have no togas and no "Hallelujah" between Round Tables. Alas, we'll do our best...
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Date: 2007-04-25 08:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-25 09:18 pm (UTC)Togas?
Viel Glück für morgen, jedenfalls!
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Date: 2007-04-26 09:00 am (UTC)