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(no subject) [Aug. 13th, 2007|04:40 pm]
zwizwi
[Current Location |work]
[mood |calmcalm]
[music |joy division - decades]

The Guardian has an interesting comment today: Charlie Booker claims that "Nightclubs are hell. What's cool or fun about a thumping, sweaty dungeon full of posing idiots?"

Well said.

Plus, being bored at work today lead to me stumbling across a website - in german, mind, but it's simple and rather self-explaining - where you can enter your favourite artist or band and it tells you what else people who like that artists listen too. Parts of the results I got were total bullshit, I thought, but other results were quite accurate where i'm concerned.

Not really scientific, but fun to play with and waste some time.
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progress [Aug. 9th, 2007|04:27 pm]
zwizwi
[Current Location |at work]
[mood |crankycranky]
[music |Joy Division - Atmosphere]

We finished laying a new floor - a wooden one instead of the old, yucky carpet.

Laying it involved a lot of hammering and using the buzz saw --> all my neighbours hate me and give me the evil eyes when I meet them in the hallways before I've even moved in properly. Joy.
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about spoilers (in general. this post doesn't contain any, I hope) [Jul. 19th, 2007|02:42 pm]
zwizwi
[Current Location |at work]
[mood |awakeawake]
[music |joy division - atmosphere]

I don't really like the fact that the headlines and front pages of today's papers told me (presuming that the leaked book on the web is real) how harry potter and the deathly hallows will end.

don't get me wrong - I think it's marvellous that no matter how great the security measures, the web and the online community is something that cannot be controlled, where information cannot be contained and you can't keep people from sharing and proliferating files. it has something anarchistic and free about it that appeals far more to me than any concerns about copyright or ownerships issues.

but I thinks it's unfair that people who wanted to read the book without being spoiled had to see those headlines.

personally, I don't mind: I love spoilers. I always start with the last chapter when reading a book. I google before going to the cinema to see how a film ends before watching it. and yes, I googled for those hp7-photos and read (or tried to, parts are rather unreadable) parts of it to know what happens (and yes, I squealed at parts. while being at work. my reputation has been destroyed forever). but I choose to do that because I want to be spoiled. and I know and respect that other people don't want to be spoiled.

and I think it's terribly unfair to do that to them.

edit: after cross-reading twice (not much work to be done today), I think I'm going to like DH.
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DIY report, part 1 [Jul. 5th, 2007|04:49 pm]
zwizwi
[Current Location |at work]
[mood |exhaustedexhausted]
[music |kristin hersh - in shock]

I started renovating (I have to, to make it inhabitable) my flat. With the help of my brother and under supervision by my father (because I'm an absolute beginner).

So far, we ripped out the floors (all three of them - all my predecessors since the early 80s just put one floor on top of the other).

And I abraded the door frames because I want to paint them.

Three days of work, and my hands already feel like sandpaper. And, considering the state of the flat at the moment, I really can't imagine that it will ever be ready for someone to move in

Next step: abrading the doors.
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(no subject) [Jun. 28th, 2007|04:27 pm]
zwizwi
[Current Location |at work]
[mood |bouncy]
[music |gogol bordello - start wearing purple]

I received the keys for my flat yesterday.

I bought two essential items for my new household already:

- a hairdryer

and

- a teapot.

That's all a girl needs, isn't it?

I have to wait for the new floor (right now, it's a yucky carpet) before I start buying furniture.
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On Friday... [Jun. 9th, 2007|08:46 pm]
zwizwi
[mood |annoyedannoyed]

... I left the house carrying a bag containing clothes for rowing. I arrived at work without it.

Conclusion: I forgot it either in the bus or in one of two tube lines I use.

Chances of getting it back: 1:3? 1:5? Not zero, but definitely not good.

I used to forget stuff at the bus station all the time when I was 11 or 12, but it didn't happen to me in years. Mmmh. Maybe I'm starting to become senile.
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I found a flat [May. 15th, 2007|04:29 pm]
zwizwi
[Current Location |at work]
[mood |cheerfulcheerful]

The friend of a friend is moving, and I just signed the contract to rent the flat she's currently renting. It's in Vienna's 11th district, about 300 m from the next tube station, but in a dead end street (and therefore rather quiet), with the windows on the side of the interior courtyard, small (~ 47 square meters) but cosy, for a reasonable amount of rent.

Which means I'm finally moving out of my parents' home.

Officially, I can move in on July 1st, but I have to change the floor and do paintwork and get furniture and move stuff and I probably won't be able to get days off from work, so it will probably be August until I'm really moving in.

Brace yourself, IKEA, here I come...
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Office pets [May. 2nd, 2007|04:40 pm]
zwizwi
[Current Location |at work]
[mood |annoyedannoyed]
[music |israel kamakawiwo'ole - over the rainbow]

Back at work this week.

Couldn't enter office on my own - security code didn't work anymore.

After a colleague finally let me in, I noticed some kind of brown-black dirt on my desk, around my flowerpots. I thought at first that someone had messed about with the plants on my desk - until the girl on the next desk kindly informed me that we have mice in our office and the little dark things on my desk were actually mouse droppings.

Lovely.
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To attend or not to attend - high school reunion [Apr. 27th, 2007|07:54 pm]
zwizwi
[Current Location |at home]
[mood |awakeawake]
[music |The Clash - Rock the Casbah]

I got mail from former classmates today – an invitation for our first high school reunion at the end of June, eight years after graduating.

I’m not sure if I want to go – on one hand, I’m rather keen on gossip and would like to see where the people I went to school with ended up in life so far. On the other hand, I still have contact with the ones I like anyway, and I don’t really want to see the rest of them (otherwise I would have kept in contact).

Hmmm. Difficult decision, especially because I can’t stop thinking about Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion.

Only two days left before I have to go to work again. Meh. I’m going to spend the rest of my holidays watching the second season of Life On Mars (which has finally arrived - thanks for the delay, Amazon).
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It’s Summer! And Saddle-Noses. [Apr. 15th, 2007|09:09 pm]
zwizwi
[mood |awakeawake]

The weather this weekend was so hot it felt like July or August, not April. I went rowing yesterday. We were not the only ones making the most of the unusual weather - the part of the Old Danube we use for rowing was so crowded with rowing boats, little sailing boats, pedal boats and swimmers we had to go zigzag all the time.

And while I think it’s great that I live in a country where the sight of exposed breasts doesn’t bother anyone (every second boat had – mostly middle-aged – women on it trying to get a tan without tan lines) we almost crashed into another boat at the sight of a man in his 60ies wearing a thong.

Still, you have to admire his self confidence – my arse is far less bumpy with cellulite and definitely less hairy than his, and I wouldn’t dare to wear a thong.

Mmmh. Maybe I should?

Anyway.

One of the books I read recently was about the cultural history of sexually transmitted diseases (I couldn’t resist buying it – it was only 3 euros). It does focus mainly on syphilis, and it mentions that one of characteristic signs of congenital syphilis (= transmission from mother to child in utero) is the so-called “saddle-nose”, which means there’s a flattening of the bridge of the nose.

Ever since I read that, I can’t stop staring at people’s faces and checking for saddle-noses. I do it everywhere: on the bus, on the subway, in shops, in restaurants, or when I’m simply walking along the street. I even do it when I watch telly.

I just can’t seem to stop!
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