Monday, July 20, 2009

Schnecke


It takes approximately 40 minutes for a tiny snail to mope around, poop, eat half of what came out and then go along on its merry way.

I know this because that's how long I watched one yesterday evening on a bench at the University.

Seriously, there are soooo many things I would rather do than write my final essays.

(Did you know it doesn't come out the "tail" end, but rather at the opening of the shell, fairly close to its head if it's curled closer up? I know this post has been utterly disgusting, but I can't help but always be fascinated by biological things.)

Sunday, July 19, 2009

'Burgweh - Mosquito-Free


While we still get a lot of bugs during the summer here in Regensburg, especially gnats galore, I'm thankful that at least they are rarely ever mosquitoes. I've only gotten one (and a half?) bites here all summer, and I'm actually not even sure it was a mosquito at all.

I am so loath to return to the southern United States, where it is not only even more humid and sticky and miserably hot, but is also the Nether-Kingdom Of the Not-So-Miniscule Airborne Blood-Suckers Who Bringeth Suffering and The Nights Of Hell.

(When I was a kid, I once remember us counting 97 mosquito bites across my whole body. Nights of Hell).

God Morgon!

("Good Morning!", Swedish)


If only Swedish was more widely spoken (approx. 10 million speakers worldwide). Between knowing English and fairly good German, I feel like Swedish would be, comparatively on the overall language learning scale, merely a skip away for me. I'm no expert yet, but I get the feeling that if you have at least English and German, Swedish doesn't have an overly difficult pronunciation system nor grammatical structure, and there are close cognates all over the place.

Alas. I don't think I've ever even met a Swedish person.

Not to mention the fact that most of them have smashing good English already. But at least if it were more widely spoken, it would be fun to learn!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Supercalifragilistic...

One noticeable advantage of German's frequently kilomenter-long words and its (some say) at times unwieldly grammatical structure is that when you have to write a German essay and you are composing it in your native language first, and you suddenly find that you need more pages, you will - in almost any case - gain page length just from translating it into German alone.


[Ein deutlicher Vorteil der deutschen Wörter, die oft kilometerlang sind, und der deutschen Grammatikstruktur, die manchmal von einigen sperrig beschreibt wird, geht so: wenn man eine deutsche Hausarbeit schreiben musst und die zuerst auf die Muttersprache verfassen möchte, als man auch gleichzeitig findet, dass es einen Mangel an die Seiten gibt, wird man - fast auf jeden Fall - längere Seiten einfach nur durch die Übersetzung in Deutsch bekommen.]

Not really a perfect translation but... see? I told you so. Now think of adding just a few lines to every paragraph over a span of 8-9 pages.

Train Tracks


Yesterday, a friend who I have not seen for a very long time came by train, arriving in Regensburg.

Ironically at the same time, a friend who I will not see again for a very long time boarded that exact same train at the exact same moment, departing from Regensburg.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Here We Go Again

Trying to successfully complete three 10-page term papers and a final exam on German literature after 1945 by 24. July, and preferably earlier than said date.

Blog entries minimal. All you need to know right now for updates is that I was visited by a Dutch friend who flew in from the Netherlands and stayed for a few days last week.

Wait for it.... wait for iiiit....

A FLYING DUTCHMAN!!!

Happy Trails until my return, all.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

The Misconception


When foreigners, or at least Americans from my personal experience, think of Germany, the first images that pop up in their minds are NAZIS, war, the military and a harsh, guttural and supposedly very unpleasant language.

In one of my classes where we recently discussed cultural symbols or stereotypes, one classmate said:
When I was young, my family lived in England for a few years and I went to primary school there. Even at that young age, one of the first questions all of the other kids asked me when they knew I was from Germany was, "Are you a Nazi?" We never were and never will be Nazis, and we have absolutely nothing to do with the Nazis. But I will never forget that memory.

One of the problems that is the root of stereotypes likes this is that the large majority of media, primarily films, released or made in other parts of the world outside of Germany portray and only portray scenes and events from World War II. Consequently, the majority of the public only gets to see the strict military codes, the cold, barked commands from officers (but what military doesn't bark and yell its commands?) and the cruel, merciless reality of war. And so, Germany gets less and less opportunities to elbow past the onslaught of black-and-white war films and show its true beauty to those who misconceive its image.

The taboo subject misconception. To clear this for many of you, once and for all, it is not taboo or forbidden to talk about Nazis, Hitler, the events surrounding World War II, etc. in Germany. To put this in a different perspective, it isn't taboo for Americans to talk about historical slavery or the extreme segregation in earlier centuries of the US. Nor do we want to be singly labeled as a country for those great, terrible years in which another major group of people was also treated poorly, to the point of deep shame. Talking and teaching about it helps those today understand the past mistakes and learn from them, and Germany does not censor the subject from its populations. You wouldn't want to be labeled for the mistakes of your parents, and you wouldn't want to be labeled for the mistakes of your precursors.

Germany is not all a hard, industrialized country of concrete jungles, but also miles and miles of beautiful natural land, and still and silent woods, and perfect balances of mountain and water, and breezy fields as far as the eye can see under endless blue skies. The German people may be naturally more guarded and distant on the outside, but are usually genuinely friendly and warm-spirited souls on the inside. The German language is not an ugly, churned out mash of discordant syllables, but a language with its own music, flow and timbre, as any other language, and beautiful and incredible in itself, as any other language.

You only need an open mind and open heart to see these things, and not only in the German culture, but in each and every culture in the world.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Po-ta-to, Po-tah-to

I say, "Ouch!" and you say, "Aua!"
Ouch! Aua!
Ouch! Aua!

I say, "Whoo-hoo!", you say, "Juhuu!"
Whoo-hoo! Juhuu!
Whoo-hoo! Juhuu!

(Let's call the whole thing off.)

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Bobblehead Pigeons

(from The New York Times)

You know how when pigeons are on the ground walking, they invariably do the head-bob with each step, making you (me) wonder how they get by for so long without having mush for brains, worse than they already do?

Would you like to know what I have really wanted to do for a while now, especially being in yet another European city where they run rampant?

I want to do an experiment where one puts a small brace on a pigeon's head, and then see if it can keep walking or not. Nothing to hurt the poor, stupid beast, mind you. Just enough to see if the two factors are linked -- and if so, to what degree.

Oh, I've so been wanting to try.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

'Burgweh - Daylight

As of today, 21 June, the first day of summer, the sun rises over Regensburg at 5:07 AM and sets in the evening at 9:20 PM. And that's not including the fact that there is still daylight fading away over the horizon at 10:15 PM.


As far as daylight goes, Nashville is pretty much the netherworld by around 8:00 PM, not even with fading light, regardless of how long the longest day of summer is supposed to be.

*sigh*.

Maybe if this city just wasn't so beautiful, I wouldn't miss it like this.