I'm not cutting, because if I cut you won't read.

Dec 12, 2008 15:32

The cultural puzzle



A couple of days ago I discovered the warm drink machines in our school serve van Houten coffee. And cocoa. As in

It’s good when On the gibbet, in the face of terror, You shout: “Drink Cocoa -- Van Houten!”
Part 3 of Mayakovsky's A Cloud in Trousers. It's a reference to an anecdote, I cite from where I got the translation - "Here, Mayakovsky writes about a story that was covered by the media at the time: before his execution, a man yelled out the commercial slogan, “Drink Cocoa- Van Gouten!” For this advertisement, the company Van Houten promised a large sum of money to support the man’s family."

I don't know how true it is, but I love the pop cultural puzzle and I love the contast between my van Houten association and the Fairtrade logo there. Of life, oh beauty. I will so dress up in a yellow blouse and black velvet pants, buy their hot chocolate and take pictues of me drinking it.

Laaaaaaaaaaaazyyyy!
Today I have been lazy. I have not not felt such unwillingness to go to school for ages, so I, already dressed and all, decided not to. Slept some more. Procrastinated. Talked bread with Peter on Google chat, until I decided to bake, and I had no wheat flour, so I have to make myself go buy. After half an hour of internal conflict between yay baking and lazyness, I reached a compromise and went grocery shopping dressed like this. Because changing from my pyjamas was way more than I could make myself do. The photo is from where I came back. Yeah. Have also run a machine of black clothes. And played with dumbbells.



Nobel Night Cap
The did not allow to take pictures at the party. Bleh, it was one of the occassions this year I've been the most interested in taking pictures. And this year was made of missed photo ops. Everyone was dressed in ball gowns/tails and pretty. Just that would make it a great occasion to take photos. And the party was very lens-friendly, with Books as the theme. They had an autdoor Narnia scenery and a Willy Wonka-room with a chocolate fountain, a Midsummer Night's Dream room, a shashing kickass amazing Orient Express scene with restaurant (they ran out of food before we made it there, though), a Phantom of the Opera ballroom... it was good. It was like a childhood dream of free candy and fairyland mixed with an adult dream of free alcohol and party. People weren't drunk in a bad way, though. I didn't think I'd pull off staying there until they closed at 5 a m after the pretty long day before that, but I did. Wei! After that we went to reclaim our civilian clothes and take pictures to remember the night by. This is me and Frida. Enjoy.

My dress. I love it SO MUCH.





I LOVE LOVE LOVE this last photo.



Job
Oh, while I'm writing on a whiteboard anyway. I didn't get the sex-ed job I angsted about a while ago. They said they had to choose between people who seemed good judging by how much time they seemed to have, and well... I should not have answered "spare time? what spare time?" when they asked me what I did with mine. But  I planned to say no anyway. Due to lack of forementioned.

...but! I got the teaching job I mentioned months ago! Teaching statistics to psych students a year under me. The counting part of the statistics class. The teaching is my main task, but I'll prolly get some other work related to that class too. The pay is better than sex-ed pay. And while statistics isn't on my list of things I'd do much for the lulz, it's not that bad, and the upsides are worth making friends with chi.

Ads
Here. Good ads. About movies.

eng, rl, work, mayakovsky, colture, photo, modeblogg

Previous post Next post
Up