I like San Diego! True, there are some very strange people. And a large number of businesswomen in very short skirts and those spike heels with heavy leather ankle straps that one associates with women of ill repute. But there's also gorgeous pre-art-deco architecture that distracts me so, I nearly get run over on street corners. And, unlike Boston, when you smile at people on the street, they smile back, instead of wondering what's wrong with you.
As for whether or not I've had good erfolg, that's yet to be seen. But I did read The Namesake, which, although it's one of those modern novels where everyone sleeps with everyone else and then is surprised and hurt when their spouses do as well, is still much more to my liking than Lahiri's more lauded book.
I'm off to San Diego for the rest of the week, hoping for a job. Wish me luck!
Fürwahr, ich weiß nicht, was mich traurig macht: Das langweilt mich; ihr sagt, es langweilt euch; Doch wie ich's fing, fand oder dazu kam, Von was für Stoff es ist, woraus erzeugt, Das soll ich erst erfahren; Und solchen Dummkopf macht aus mir die Schwermut, Ich kenne mit genauer Not mich selbst.
As I have realized that many languages I once knew are now grown fuzzy, and bearing in mind that Shakespeare is held by many (including myself) to be better in German, as well as that my copy is in the fun-to-read Fraktur, I plan to put up bits of Shakespeare in German from time to time. (No telling if I'll keep this up for more than a week.) (Warum schreibst Du nicht einfach selber auf Deutsch? -- Weil, wie Du doch siest, ich lernte Deutsch auf die Straße, und nicht in die Schule, also ist es ganz oft falsch und immer Umgangsprächlich. Ich kenne auch noch nicht die Neue Rechtschreibung.)
If I can dig out my old work, I may even put up some Kafka, along with my translations -- which I like much more than the Muirs', although others may disagree.
That said, here goes -- and a prize to anyone who can identify it (this one's easy -- just the cadence should tip you off):
Wenn wir Schatten euch beleidigt,
O, so glaubt -- und wohl verteidigt
Sind wir dann! -- daß alle ihr
Nur geschlummert habet hier
Und geschaut in Nachtgesichten
Eures eignen Hirnes Dichten.
Wollt ihr diesen Kindertand,
Der wie leere Träume schwand,
Liebe Freund', nicht gar verschmähn,
Sollt ihr bald was Beßres sehn.
Wenn wir bösem Schlangenzischen
Unverdienter Weis' entwischen,
So verheißt euch Puck auf Ehr'
Bald zum Dank der Spiele mehr,
Ist, ein Schelm zu heißen, willig,
Wenn dies nicht geschieht, wie billig.
Nun gute Nacht! Das Speil zu enden,
Begrüßt uns mit gewognen Händen!
Things like this are part of the reason I'm getting out:
Qualifications and Experience:
1. Doctorate completed by August, 2005 in any field related to the job description required.
2. Demonstrated knowledge of: theories of racism and other forms of oppression and the interrelationships between them; theories related to social and environmental justice; non-dominant, non-western "ways of knowing"; connections between global and personal issues.
3. Demonstrated record of teaching excellence.
4. Demonstrated experience in social action to challenge oppression effectively.
5. Additional expertise preferred on the following: women, communities of color, disability issues, LGBT issues, global social justice, environmental justice, working class/labor issues.
Unlike most non-Indian people I know who watch Indian movies (and under "non-Indian" I classify all people who are not Indian by citizenship and who consider themselves non-Indian, regardless of their skin color, as always), I could care less about sudden location and costume jumps, poor filming, a remarkably poor job making someone "armless," a black-knight-worthy fight scene, and entire lack of logic in the plot. I just want it to be fun!
This one gets all the fun in, with great songs like "Yeh Dosti," a fun dance number by Helen, and sizzlin' hot Amitabh Bachchan of the deep deep voice. But then there's more! It's somewhat darker than I like them -- rather than just shooting people you don't know, or grown men, the bad guys kill women and children, and it's not an entirely happy ending. But it not only has the common message of reformed thugs making it good, but also women's lib (weddings are arranged by the men or older relatives with the women concerned playing no part -- but one main character could care less if the mausi (aunt) consents, and will be satisfied only if the girl gives her own consent -- a girl who runs her own business and defends her own virtue from the bad guys with a whip!), religious harmony (one of the central characters is an imam, and, although there are no other Muslims in the village besides his son, as far as you can tell, he's universally admired), widow remarriage, ..... and a bumbling policeman who looks like Hitler, to boot!