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Feb. 15th, 2008 05:41 pmWait, what?
Two new TW episodes?
Two new TW episodes?
Feb. 15th, 2008
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Feb. 15th, 2008 07:38 pmHad a lovely week full of sunshine, blue sky, biking around a bit, walks in Hellbrunn and around Salzburg, a bit of photography (*), a zoo visit, two museum visits (neither very satisfactory, because I most definitely wasn't in the right mood for looking at art or learning about Salzburg history; everything from taking photos to reading a book or simply being outside seemed more inviting); reading (**), re-watching Doctor Who (S1 & the beginning of S2; it had taken me half a season to get used to David Tennant, but now going back is a bit weird...) and Brokeback Mountain (***). A lovely trip to the Chiemsee, which was a dream of mist and sunshine, frost on trees and and blue water in the morning, sunshine and hazy snowy mountains on the horizon across more blue water in the afternoon, also a boat trip and barely any tourists at all.
Generally felt very balanced and at peace with myself; this week finally a got a bit itchy and restless and thought perhaps now I'd enjoy going skiing after all, but on the whole I'm glad I didn't. In a way I love it too much, and every time I have to drive home again, which is invariably on a day when the sun is shining from a perfect blue sky and the snow is glistening, I slip right into depression again at the thought of my boring job in my sunless shop with nothing but houses and concrete to look at and all the supposed holiday relaxation was for nothing. Less of a endorphin rush, more quiet and peacefulness, which I think was what I needed.
My mother came over for a night because of the skylight we're supposed to be getting, but in my zen state of mind that was all right, too, even if she does drive me kind of crazy by immediately putting away everything which isn't in its proper place and talking all the time, and mostly about things that to me just don't seem really worth talking about; at least not at such a length... But then, that's what she'd think if she knew, oh, about my TW rambling.
And speaking of which... two episodes to watch now. :)
(*) Although I still lack the right kind of eye, or maybe the right kind of feeling, for this city. I'm starting to like it better and to see the beauty, but it seems impossible to take a photo that has individuality and some sort of personal perspective instead ob bland, boring prettiness, and doesn't already exist in a million tourists' versions...
(**) Yevgeny Zamyatin's We (fascinating, loved it), Halid Ziya Uşaklıgil's Verbotene Lieben (good read, even if not exactly my kind of thing), D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover (enjoyed the beginning, but ended up disliking it a lot), the better part of Simon Wiesenthal's Recht, nicht Rache and a bit of Clive Barker's Weaveworld (re-read), some of which I might actually write about a bit (i.e., type up what I wrote in my away-from-the-internet paper-journal), if ever all that TW lets me.
(***) I swear that film depresses me more every time I watch it. Perhaps because it's impossible after the first time to see the romance part and not already also know about the tragedy and futility and waste of lives, or maybe this is simply the part that resonates most strongly with me...
Generally felt very balanced and at peace with myself; this week finally a got a bit itchy and restless and thought perhaps now I'd enjoy going skiing after all, but on the whole I'm glad I didn't. In a way I love it too much, and every time I have to drive home again, which is invariably on a day when the sun is shining from a perfect blue sky and the snow is glistening, I slip right into depression again at the thought of my boring job in my sunless shop with nothing but houses and concrete to look at and all the supposed holiday relaxation was for nothing. Less of a endorphin rush, more quiet and peacefulness, which I think was what I needed.
My mother came over for a night because of the skylight we're supposed to be getting, but in my zen state of mind that was all right, too, even if she does drive me kind of crazy by immediately putting away everything which isn't in its proper place and talking all the time, and mostly about things that to me just don't seem really worth talking about; at least not at such a length... But then, that's what she'd think if she knew, oh, about my TW rambling.
And speaking of which... two episodes to watch now. :)
(*) Although I still lack the right kind of eye, or maybe the right kind of feeling, for this city. I'm starting to like it better and to see the beauty, but it seems impossible to take a photo that has individuality and some sort of personal perspective instead ob bland, boring prettiness, and doesn't already exist in a million tourists' versions...
(**) Yevgeny Zamyatin's We (fascinating, loved it), Halid Ziya Uşaklıgil's Verbotene Lieben (good read, even if not exactly my kind of thing), D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover (enjoyed the beginning, but ended up disliking it a lot), the better part of Simon Wiesenthal's Recht, nicht Rache and a bit of Clive Barker's Weaveworld (re-read), some of which I might actually write about a bit (i.e., type up what I wrote in my away-from-the-internet paper-journal), if ever all that TW lets me.
(***) I swear that film depresses me more every time I watch it. Perhaps because it's impossible after the first time to see the romance part and not already also know about the tragedy and futility and waste of lives, or maybe this is simply the part that resonates most strongly with me...