wie schön ist die Prinzessin Salome heute Nacht
Winter is still lingering on here. But the days are bright and longer, at least until we change hours which is not before late March.
It's quite better to feel like the day has actually passed, somehow.
This week are the selections for the position of Chief State Librarian posts I am taking. There are only 12 of them for all the country available this year, and according to the fact we're more than 800 competing and I have not prepared it, I have no illusion. I am just going because I registered (at first I thought I'd have the time to do all three:my master's, my student job at the library and the prep, but no way...), and to try to remember how it feels to pass a 4 or 5 hour exam. I have not done it for years and one of my main concerns at the moment is that I am quite unable to focus such a long time. As sad as it sounds.
I also registered for other state jobs, not as prestigious, but same kind of application. These will be in April.
I went to see Shutter Island yesterday with my cousin. It was very intense and paranoid. I had nightmares then. And Leonardo DiCaprio makes a hell of a work in his character. I was rather sceptical for the first 30 minutes then totally got caught into it. And the background with the concentration camps is one of the problematics I have been obsessed with lately. I need to read Jan Karksi's book about how he toured the world to warn the politicians about them during WW2.
Then tonight I went to the opening of an exhibition at the University Library, about Jewish People in Poland. I need to go back because I could not read the whole thing in just one go. Too much history and context to digest. But it takes place in the hall of the library where I work so as I usually arrive a bit earlier than the beginning of my shift, I'll have things to fill these few minutes in the next weeks.
I realized I liked to be told stories, whether they were real or not. Sometimes I wonder in what kind of world I live. I mean, I listen to the news on the radio, I will vote for the regional elections next week-end, I am aware of global warming, of poverty, epidemies, natural catastrophies and all that stuff. But then it does not make me want to be part of it. Somehow it makes me feel lame.
Anyway.
Mark Linkous, from Sparklehorse and more recently Dark Night of the Soul project (I have been obsessed with it at some point this Fall) killed himself.
It's quite better to feel like the day has actually passed, somehow.
This week are the selections for the position of Chief State Librarian posts I am taking. There are only 12 of them for all the country available this year, and according to the fact we're more than 800 competing and I have not prepared it, I have no illusion. I am just going because I registered (at first I thought I'd have the time to do all three:my master's, my student job at the library and the prep, but no way...), and to try to remember how it feels to pass a 4 or 5 hour exam. I have not done it for years and one of my main concerns at the moment is that I am quite unable to focus such a long time. As sad as it sounds.
I also registered for other state jobs, not as prestigious, but same kind of application. These will be in April.
I went to see Shutter Island yesterday with my cousin. It was very intense and paranoid. I had nightmares then. And Leonardo DiCaprio makes a hell of a work in his character. I was rather sceptical for the first 30 minutes then totally got caught into it. And the background with the concentration camps is one of the problematics I have been obsessed with lately. I need to read Jan Karksi's book about how he toured the world to warn the politicians about them during WW2.
Then tonight I went to the opening of an exhibition at the University Library, about Jewish People in Poland. I need to go back because I could not read the whole thing in just one go. Too much history and context to digest. But it takes place in the hall of the library where I work so as I usually arrive a bit earlier than the beginning of my shift, I'll have things to fill these few minutes in the next weeks.
I realized I liked to be told stories, whether they were real or not. Sometimes I wonder in what kind of world I live. I mean, I listen to the news on the radio, I will vote for the regional elections next week-end, I am aware of global warming, of poverty, epidemies, natural catastrophies and all that stuff. But then it does not make me want to be part of it. Somehow it makes me feel lame.
Anyway.
Mark Linkous, from Sparklehorse and more recently Dark Night of the Soul project (I have been obsessed with it at some point this Fall) killed himself.