Um.. OK, so I am supposed to write stuff here. But seriously, I don’t know how to start, or what to put in the middle, or what should go at the end. And as far as I know, those are the three major components of a blog entry. So I will just do the stream-of-consciousness thing for the next 20 minutes, for all of you who want to know how scary and random it is inside Jess’s Head. Hey, remember that TV show, Herman’s Head? With the four people sitting on chairs inside his brain, duking it out for how Herman would react to any given situation? Yeardley Smith was one of them, and I can’t for the life of me remember the other three. Herman's Head heads my list of “Shows they shouldn’t have cancelled because I found them amusing.”
I am sitting on a giant blue rubber ball. Bounce, bounce.
Remember that paper chain? Heather and I somehow had the idea before she left that I should have a German word of the day and write it on the link that I take off the chain each day (and yes, I am doing it). Favorite words so far: räudig (mangy), neppen (to rip off), Planierraupe (bulldozer), hanebüchen (scandalous). I challenge you to use all four in a sentence.
I just got back from choir, where we are singing a lovely medieval piece in Latin. Tu pauperum refugium, tu languorum remedium. My two quarters of Latin (at the hands of one especially fine Jewish British-South-African flamenco guitarist with a taste for Persian cuisine and a soft spot for my baklava) sure are coming in handy. Du Armen Zuflucht, du Matten Erquickung, it means. Go me.
And either I have grown a full-body callous, or I have picked up just enough of German culture to finally blend in a bit. Twenty new folks came to choir today – a class of seminarians that will be in Wittenberg off and on for a few months – and sang with us, blended their voices with ours in a heavenly chorus and whatnot. We came, we sang... we left. Without introducing ourselves, without making one tiny bit of small talk, without even shooting shy smiles at each other across the room. My hospitable American church-going soul was deeply disturbed, but by now I know that large group gatherings are not for socializing, silly. In choir, you sing. Every semester or so, the choir will have a grill party or an evening-o-fun, and that is when you introduce yourselves, not before. So.. today (drum roll please)... I didn’t take it personally! Go me, again.
The rest of the stuff in my head, you really don’t want to hear about. Or, better said, you just don’t get to hear about it because it is self-absorbed, self-pitying drivel and I will be better served to just stop the pity party already and get on with the things I have to be getting on with. Over and out.
Now, two minutes left for proofreading and erasing my heinous typing mistakes.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Posting some stuff
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3 comments:
The way that mangy bulldozer ripped me off was just scandalous!!
And I remember Herman's Head. I too thought it was amusing, even though I missed half the jokes because I was too little to get them.
Hope you're doing better!!
Were you literally sitting on a giant blue rubber ball at the time of the posting--or is that some sort of metaphor that I'm failing to understand?
I don't remember any giant blue rubber balls in your life. Is it new? What is its function (besides the obvious function of bouncability)?
Heather...was that a subtle dig at my advanced age? I am not quite geriatric yet, you li'l whippersnapper! Now stop it, or I'll throw my dentures at you!
Elizabeth... yeah, it's real, and it's new. (After you left, I had to get a little excitement in my life!) And it only cost 4,95 at Kaufland. :-) I bought it because supposedly it helps your posture, and my back is finally starting to rebel against the two-inch foam mattress I force it to sleep on night after night. So... posture ball!
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