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The professor for my cultural studies class is the worst professor I have ever encountered. And she's a full professor - not easy for a woman in Germany in a somewhat conservative German department. No syllabus, doesn't take attendance, didn't take down anyone's names for the groups who are supposed to report on specific texts in each class, verbally announces the reading for the next session at the beginning of class but never puts names or titles on the board, often changes her mind five times during the announcement of which text we are supposed to read leaving everyone confused. And she wonders why no one is prepared to discuss the text each week. Get a fucking clue. Today she came into class to announce that she had slipped up and forgotten to tell us last week that she had to attend a panel discussion on censorship today during the meeting time for our class. How can anyone be so disorganized?! I'm really forgiving when people screw up occasionally, but with her it's something every week. Amazing the way incompetence gets rewarded. She's also one of those people who can talk for 20 minutes and have communicated nothing of any substance. Gah!
happy thought - I was daydreaming through the city instead of reading and happened upon a CD for 5 Euros by a band called Britta. I know nothing about Britta, but this CD has one of the most alluring covers I've ever seen, so I purchased it. The music is trite, but very nice ironic lyrics. The cover - 4 women posed on 2 70s era brown Naugahyde overstuffed armchairs, 2 smoking, all looking at the observer accusingly, as though they'd like to kill him/her. None of them look like rock stars. One looks like a receptionist, one like a failed model, one like she's worked at the DMV for 30 years, one like she's spent too many nights in the local dive bar. The background consists of a wall with oak panelling about half-way up, above that smoggy sky blue paint peeling in patches from the wall, to the right a palm frondy tree of a fake plant.
Lyrics: "Nur voll die coolen Bräute/ Und Frauen, die nichts fordern/ Werden stets beim Wort genommen/ Sie bekommen nichts - ok wir haben's vernommen"
happy thought - I was daydreaming through the city instead of reading and happened upon a CD for 5 Euros by a band called Britta. I know nothing about Britta, but this CD has one of the most alluring covers I've ever seen, so I purchased it. The music is trite, but very nice ironic lyrics. The cover - 4 women posed on 2 70s era brown Naugahyde overstuffed armchairs, 2 smoking, all looking at the observer accusingly, as though they'd like to kill him/her. None of them look like rock stars. One looks like a receptionist, one like a failed model, one like she's worked at the DMV for 30 years, one like she's spent too many nights in the local dive bar. The background consists of a wall with oak panelling about half-way up, above that smoggy sky blue paint peeling in patches from the wall, to the right a palm frondy tree of a fake plant.
Lyrics: "Nur voll die coolen Bräute/ Und Frauen, die nichts fordern/ Werden stets beim Wort genommen/ Sie bekommen nichts - ok wir haben's vernommen"