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I have done it.

So I went to my client’s event and loved it. Every minute of it.

But the way there …

It all started at home, of course.

My two-weeks-ago-carefully-put-together outfit fell out due to one fact I had ignored when doing the sartorial maths. Luckily, I conjured the next outfit on the spot, as you would, and I still had enough time to check it out. Unluckily, the second outfit wasn’t good enough, either. I did tell you I had nothing to wear?!?!

Like in a fairy tale, it was the third outfit, born out of necessity (aka 5 minutes to go) that was good enough and made me feel well, so off I went.

Only to find myself in an old train half an hour later, wondering whether the 3 guys next to me were going to drink all that beer and what the strap of my brand new bag was doing down there. They didn’t, they were rather nice while sipping their beer, and the strap had gotten somehow detached from the bag – without my help.That something like this should happen!

So now what? What now so? Now what so?

Ahhh, my brain cell went, you have some safety pins in your kaputted bag – use them. So I did. The bag lasted till I made the first few steps in the small town I had been headed to.

Do you know Karstadt? It’s one of those warehouses that are going to be abolished because we all shop cheap things online these days (like bags). Anyway, there was a Karstadt near the venue I was headed for and they sold me a most lovely bag within minutes, made all the sympathetic noises while I told them about my stupid old bag, didn’t wince when I used their surfaces to empty the old bag and fill the new one and wished me a nice evening.

I threw away the old bag, what else and had myself a nice evening.

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Impertinance Day

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Pointen zum Abwinken

“Guck mal, hier schreibt ein Forist über den Andreas, duweißtschon, Andreas Kümmert, der nicht am ESC teilnehmen will: “Wenigstens hat er Rückrad!”

😆 … 😆

“Ob das eine Art Rollator für feige Sänger ist?”

😆 …

“… und alle, die’s werden wollen!”

So früh am Morgen und schon so gut gelaunt. Passiert recht häufig; Das unverschämte Sprücheklopfen nach der Art “Mir-ist-Nix-heilig” haben wir in all diesen Jahren ganz gut vorangetrieben.

Und wir sind passionierte Titanicleser.

Mein lieber mitgackernder Mann kann die Lebensversüßungssprüche sogar im Büro erzählen.

Ich gebe mir meistens Mühe, das nicht zu tun. Nicht, weil ich allein im Büro bin.

Als Ausländerin muss ich zwar laufend Beweise erbringen, integriert zu sein, darf jedoch häufig genug nicht zeigen, dass ich zufällig mal bisschen mehr Integration drauf habe. Manchmal ist es viel nützlicher, dem eigens beauftragten Fachmann nicht mitzuteilen, welche Rechtschreibfehler er begangen hat, und auch nicht davon auszugehen, Muttersprachler seien bereit, mitzulachen oder zu diskutieren.

Dazu müsste man mich ja als eine der Ihresgleichen akzeptieren und das ist nicht dasselbe wie voll integriert, das weiß schließlich jeder.

Sei’s drum: Hauptsache nicht noch einmal ESC gewinnen.


Well.

“You know, I don’t want to sound paranoid or anything, but I’d really prefer to be properly equipped. I know I shouldn’t be reading all those local newspapers and I know I have no idea what real life is like outside my home office, but I’d still like to cling to something promising safety when travelling at night. Just to feel better. Even the police admit the crime rates in our region have risen beyond their worst expectations.”

“OK, I’ll take care of that.”

Which is why I can travel to my late evening law courses in Karlsruhe by train and afoot and hope noone is going to even attempt anything unlawful, because my face says it all. I am carrying a legal means of self-defense. Also a 10-year-old mobile phone absolutely not worth stealing and 10 euros or so. I don’t do smartphones or cash or expensive jewellery, not even credit cards at night, but how am I going to communicate that to potential attackers before it is too late?

After all, I’ve seen some people tear down the walls between “mine” and “yours” in my life and I am not too keen to repeat the situation. There comes a moment when enough is enough.

Surely my face says that, too, and nothing’s ever going to happen 🙂

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Gute Frage.

Ausländische Mitbürger haben auch dann schlechtere Chancen auf dem deutschen Arbeitsmarkt, heißt es, wenn sie dieselbe Ausbildung wie ihre deutschen Mitbewerber anzubieten haben. Somit nutzt ihnen der ganze in Deutschland absolvierte Bildungsweg kaum, wenn der Familienname falsch ist.

Schlingligerweise frage ich mich, ob die Beibehaltung des nichtdeutschen Familiennamens in Kombination mit einem Job, denn eindeutig nur Muttersprachler anderer Sprachen machen sollen, irgendwelche Vorteile bringt? Weil wenn ja, her damit!


Zakaj sem toaletni papir vrgla v smeti.

Ker je smrdel, jasno.

Resda bi bilo bolje, če bi že v trgovini opazila, da toaletni papir po znižani ceni oglašujejo kot prijetno dišeč, vendar na to možnost pač nisem pomislila in nisem brala opisov na embalaži. Zanima me samo število plasti (4): ste res mislili, da prevajalci beremo opise izdelkov in navodila za njihovo uporabo?

Pri poceni papirju sem si privoščila pomoto kljub temu, da že dlje časa kolnem proizvajalce in prodajalce higienskih vložkov, ker mi na vso silo hočejo zasmraditi življenje: imam občutljiv nos in kar je njim dišava, je meni obupen smrad. Skrajni čas bo za menopavzo, se mi zdi. Ali pa za drage vložke od biokmeta, dobavljene še pred sedmo uro zjutraj.

Predstavljajte si, da je v manjšem kraju v nedeljo ena taka fajn prireditev, dan je lep in sončen, sprehajate se med stojnicami in ves čas vam pod nos sili tako imenovana dišava iz toaletnega papirja. Vaša prva misel je, da morate domov in pod tuš, potem pa ugotovite, da isti smrad oddajajo tudi drugi obiskovalci prireditve. Seveda: en sam večji prodajalec na vasi, ista posebna ponudba, veliko kupcev. Veliko smradu.

Ljeh. – – –

“Mal je čuden,” pravi moja frizerka, “ne maramo ga preveč, ker se nam prilizuje na tako ogaben način.”

Stranke se smejimo, medtem ko Hairkillerki oponašata vedenje njihovega novega svetovalca za marketing.

“Upam, da vam ne bo treba te sluzljave vsiljivosti po novem oponašati?” sem malce zaskrbljena.

“Ma ne, po novem moramo strankam pogosteje svetovati, kaj bi še lahko naredile z lasmi oziroma kaj še ponujamo pri nas. To mi ni všeč, ta vsiljivost, če kdo hoče kaj posebnega, nam bo že povedal.”

Moja najljubša vrsta frizerke. Če kaj hočem, bom že rekla, če imam vprašanje, ga bom zastavila, drugače pa bi samo rada striženje v miru.

“In, ti je všeč?”

“Jaaa!” posnemam njeno prejšnje posnemanje njihovega svetovalca za marketing: “Super je!” sem narejeno sladka.

Smeh.

No, frizura mi je res všeč, zelo kratka je, zato po novem kažem celo vrsto uhančkov.

Poletje in to.

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Animal Farm 2014

Don’t tell me: You’ve just discovered our friends the cavemen lived unusually long, happy lives because all they ever ate was plants growing along the paths taken when hunting animals to be also devoured. Day in, day out. And: ground almonds? And … coconut, was it? Cooked paleolithic food? Of course. They sure had time to spend on food, the Iron Men and Women.

And because of them you are healthier and happier than ever before.

Well, it turns out so are the pigs nowadays bred for your pleasure, to give you their paleolithically appropriate meat even in the 21st century. Have a look for yourself, it is SFW.

The welfare of animals plays an important role in the modern European legislation:

a) For example, it is considered mandatory that pigs have enough living space.

b) Sows are supposed to take care of their litter in special, comfy areas.

c) And if, by sheer coincidence, anything should happen to one of those poor intelligent sweeties, they get a decent, EU conform burial, of course.

So next time a goddamn bloodless vegetarian mentions the poor animals, make sure to have your pics ready to show them the facts of the modern animal farming. You do care about the well-being of the animals you eat in larger quantities, right? And you would try to make your voice heard if you found out some of them, somewhere in less modern and less controlled places are being treated like … shit or similar? You know: wield you purchase power to do away with the bad guys and stuff. Surely you would – vegetarians have no such persuasive powers, it is known.


Herrje. Und so.

Vor allem aber bin ich beleidigt. Diese Leute haben mir meinen Mathegenuss genommen und ich zahle auch noch dafür.
Noch vor zwei Monaten konnte ich es kaum erwarten, mit dem BWL-Modul anzufangen und endlich Mal die Mathe anzuwenden, die wir im Auffrischungskurs, nun, aufgefrischt hatten. Der mir so wahnsinnig viel Spaß gemacht hat. Continue reading


Jezi me

Situacija: Prevod tehničnega besedila v slovenščino. Pregled in prevzem že prevedenih stavkov.

Problem: Že prevedeni stavki so marsikdaj … ljek. Tudi po vaših standardih.

Širša politična konotacija: Tehnični prevodi se velikokrat oddajo moškim s tehnično izobrazbo, ženske smo dovolj dobre le za popravljanje pravopisnih in slovničnih napak. Na žalost tudi moški s tehnično izobrazbo lahko preslabo razumejo nemščino, da bi znali pravilno prevesti. Ali pa se jim ne da, itak je za pridobitev projekta dovolj, da so moški s tehnično izobrazbo. Kaj potem, če iz naprave za zajemanje odpadkov na deponiji narediš računalnik (de. Rechenanlage v obeh primerih). In koga briga, da v slovenščini nimamo izraza podkoračiti? Pomen je vendarle jasen. Ne? Bo pa bejba popravila, o tehniki itak nima pojma. In slovenščina je itak za pusice.

Paralele: podkoračiti, podseči, podmisliti, podpričati …


Darkly Dreaming

It is not really surprising that I had this dream last night: we’ve been watching Dexter (Season 2) these days and at one time or another, it simply had to happen.

So I dreamt I was caught and should be put to prison, as a killer. Funny thing is: I don’t even remember having ever hit anyone, I think not even as a child. I also don’t tend to feel aggressive towards people and I certainly don’t suffer from a lack of emotions 🙂

So I just copied the most interesting moments from yesterday’s three episodes and played them through in my sleep.

Since this must be the most important question Dexter has confronted us with, I have spent some time wondering whether I felt any empathy towards him. I don’t. I am emotionally involved in his struggles to survive as a special, queer human being and to research the new and the old possibilities connected to that, but I don’t think or feel he’s a hero.

I also didn’t feel heroic in my dream.