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I actually caught myself hoping today that I wouldn't get the job, because there'd be no way I'd be able to be all energised and alert and attentive and learning a gazillion new things right after Christmas. I'd try to be perfect and end up having a huge teary freak out/break down and they'd fire me, and I'd be without a job, and would still have to find a new flat, and OMG panic, my life is over, whatever shall I do.


And okay, maybe overreacting a tad. The prospect is still starting to completely freak me out, though. M. is used to my occasional mood-swings and minor crises, but there I'd have to be *bright smile* for 9 hours/day.

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Feeling rather a lot better today. Had my hair cut by a hairdresser who looked eerily like Suzie from Torchwood. It took a while to pinpoint why she looked so familiar when I was pretty sure she hadn't done my hair before, so I hope I didn't stare too rudely...

Sunshine. Blue sky and sunshine, and I even got to see it. Quite warm, too.

Delivered the collective (M. & B.'s) birthday Topfentorte I made yesterday evening at the shop (& ate my piece), then onto buying flared black trousers and a bodysuit for the third choreography. Also bought a new purple coins-and-pearls hip scarf to go with that, which I really shouldn't have, but it, was, er, pretty? Very pretty? And they're going to film the whole thing, so, all right, I'm vain. If I'm going to embarrass myself, then I at least want to look good while doing it.

Brief stop at home & then another be-seen-showing-your-interest-by-potential-but-probably-not-future-boss book presentation, sadly, other than last week's, pretty boring. Modern architecture in Austria is always problematic because the climate is so very conservative, and being more public than art it's more exposed to often simple knee-jerk doesn't-look-like-at-lest-a-century-ago 'criticism', so I do understand that even writing about that subject you can get easily frustrated, but the slightly whiny, elitist, writing for the Presse, blablabla, frozen pizza isn't Esskultur thing kind of got a bit on my nerves. Uninspiring.



Okay. How many takes did it take them do that without collapsing into giggling fits?

(On a slightly related note, also saw the preview for the DW Christmas special on YouTube, and I take it all back, I'll really miss David Tennant. A whole lot. Even a few pixled seconds put a stupid grin on my face. The replacement better be good.)

Also, This. And this. *lol*

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On a slightly more serious note, so as not to lump it all together in one entry with hip scarves and the Suzie look-alike hairdresser.

So there's a big crisis in the German car industry. Now, from an environmental, global warming. etc., perspective fewer people buying new cars they mostly don't really need, fewer people driving, would actually be a good thing, but at the same time it isn't, because, job losses, unemployment, recession, crisis, calls for government intervention, after decades of being taught that government intervention in economic matters is the Ultimate Evil. Generally speaking, fewer people buying less useless crap produced by people who work under horrible conditions half-way across the world would be a good thing, but global economy depends on it.

It's completely perverse, there's no other word for it.

Has anyone caught on yet that we need to rethink and reconstruct our economic system on a very, very basic level instead of just doctoring with the symptoms here and there?


About Proposition 8 I feel I don't have the right to say much, because so far in Austria there isn't even anything for anyone to try to repeal, not even registered partnerships, but mostly, this. Some subjects it's good to get emotional about.

Personal anecdote - I remember arguing about this with my mother a few years ago. Now my parents' marriage is the kind that made me wish they'd divorce for most of my childhood, and I still don't understand why they even got married, although at this point I can, from a psychological point of view, kind of understand why they stayed married, even if I still wish they hadn't. And there was my mother, arguing that gay marriage would somehow devaluate marriage. Right. And my father would almost certainly argue against adoption, because it'd somehow hurt the children. Growing up in this picture book heterosexual family with all the yelling and fighting and constant threat of violence exploding completely fucked up my ability to have relationships, probably for good, I'm starting to suspect, but god forbid children learn love and respect from two people loving each other, if those people happen to be of the same gender. God forbid.