Sunday, April 27, 2014

Animal House

Thinking
Okay, first of all, you should check out the movie that this post's title is based upon. Animal House is probably the mother of the entire college movie genre; American Pie and so on.

But our house is literally an animal house. Cats, deer, birds, squirrels. Everyone loves it here.

Boxing
Ever since I met her in January, I've intended to dedicate a blog post to Natalie's cat Sumaya. Sumaya is probably the softest thing in the world. A cat that consists of 80% fur and 20% body. Approximately. She's easy going; she's fine with being stroked, being held upside down, being picked up and carried around the house, or with just sitting in a box or a bag, thus entertaining us like nothing else ever could. Everything Sumaya does is cute. And we're pretty sure she's aware of that. She can become a little aggressive when she's hungry.

Checking the Oven Drawer
Every time I'm not sure if Nat has fed her yet or not, she meows to me and walks around my legs and tells me how hungry she is. That might go for about five minutes or so, and then comes the point when she strikes your leg, first with the right, then the left front paw, and then tries to bite through your pants, and then she just looks at you again. Meowing. Luckily, that never happened to me when I wore shorts. She also likes to leave the house. Our house does not have the best doors. Sometimes, a gust of wind is enough to open our front, side, 
or kitchen door. Mostly, Sumie just sits next to it and stares outside. But very often, too, she runs outside if we are not quick enough to close the door. Then she hides under our porch or a car, runs onto the neighbors' premises, or, as just yesterday, she just climbs in through an open basement window. This morning, I didn't even realize she was out until she knocked on our living room's screen door, meowing, begging to be let in. But, aside from all of that, I think the selection of pictures here will convince you most effectively of Sumaya's undeniable greatness.

Then there's the deer gang. At least four of them, but sometimes only individuals show up in our back yard. Eating leaves from the branches, or just hangin' out. I think they're almost considered a plague in some parts of Athens and by some citizens. It's probably true, but they are still pretty beautiful. I grew up in a pretty rural area, but I never lived as close to supposedly wild animals as here in Athens.

We also have at least three feral cats sharing our basement and backyard. There's a hole into the basement (or, one that I know of; there's probably more) that has granted those felines access to our basement since winter. We've heard them a couple of times, and Sumaya is often incredibly excited for no apparent reason, running from the kitchen to the living room, jumping onto the couch, and then back into the kitchen. I think that can only mean she's sensed her colleagues downstairs, and then tries to do something about it. Cat logic. One of those cats has recently spent some time behind our house with the deers. Looks like they were on friendly terms. All enjoying the sun.


See the Squirrel?
The squirrel and the blackbird share an apartment complex in our house's southern outside wall. There's a little porch, and a pretty big hole on the porch roof's underside. That's their front door and their access into the wall. I've seen the squirrel once or twice, and I've heard it move inside the wall almost every other day or so. And Sumaya knows about him, too. She's spent hours sitting before that wall waiting for the squirrel to move, trying to pound the wall so he would come out, or whatever Sumaya has thought might happen if she raps against that wall. The blackbird, I only know it from hearsay. Sophia's seen it fly in there twice. I wonder how the two of them get along.




















Yesterday, I discovered what we first thought would be a spider's nest in the undergrowth behind our house (which, THANK GOODNESS!!! it was not) to be a caterpillar or butterfly larvae nest. I've been incredibly fascinated with its intricate structure since day one; it's located right at the intersection of three or four branches for maximum stability, and it's made all out of this fabric that looks like a spider's thread or silk. Fascinating and beautiful as long as it's at a decent distance to my body. Anyway, I've realized it's not a spider's nest when I saw dozens of little black larvae/caterpillars crawling around on its surface. Below this outer surface, I could see another one on which even more larvae/caterpillars were sitting, these ones less active, so they were probably in an earlier stage of their development. I guess. Disgusting, fascinating, compelling. 














Bart



And then, there's Bart!!! I introduced him in the last post. Rosa's parakeet, almost abandoned, but then saved. She brought him over again today and told us that his name is Bart now. We can only assume his sex, though. Blood tests are expensive. Anyway, he was here again today, in his makeshift D.I.Y. habitat, in our backyard with all of us. He still looked pretty insecure and somewhat scared in the beginning, but then started climbing the branches in his box to the top crossbeam, and then pulled his little self up the wall with his little beak, then grabbing the ledge with his little claws, and then jumping and fluttering down onto the grass where  I watched over him, pretty successfully once or twice, but not the third time.
He ran right into a thick bush, and I had to crawl after him through some rough twigs and thorns, and finally got him back into his box. My most heroic deed in Athens so far. For my boy. He seemed happier then than in the beginning, chirping around a bit, even scolding at me every now and then for letting him walk upon my hands instead of back into the bush. Sumaya also had a look at him, but seemed only mildly interested. Probably because he didn't do too much at that moment. Bart's now in another apartment, but Rosa wants to bring him back for a visit on Tuesday.

Catching Up

You may use this blog as an indicator. The less I write the more real work I have to do. That's why I didn't say hi for ten days.

   After Harrison Ford (still a beautiful song you should listen to!) I came home--back from our trip to New York--at around 4a.m. Took another hour to come up with a somewhat thoughtful summation on that David Foster Wallace essay I had to read for this day's Pop/High Culture class. Sleep until 9 or so, then off to the library around 10, get some other readings done, print the summation. Go to class. Then Editing and Publishing, then Literary Theory. From this point onwards, the days were basically filled with class work, especially for my literary magazine, The Transatlanticist. Had to read and reread the submissions, edit them--some barely, some heavily--and format them all in one document which was probably the most annoying part. Reading texts and cooperating with the authors to turn good manuscripts into great essays and stories, that's time-consuming, and it is work, to be sure, but it is fun! I like working close on the text, in the text. All the notes and corrections in Word, Did you really want to say that? Because that's what it sounds like. Maybe rephrase? or This sentence is too long, too convoluted. or simply This doesn't make sense. It is some sort of translation, of refining, of digging for meaning, scrubbing for clarity, polishing for elegance. But the formatting, the layout? Fun if you figure out how to do the things you want to, but the software I had at my disposal, it doesn't allow for too much creativity, at least not on the level that I am familiar with it. And I tried a lot. The cover design was even more strenuous. I am not a graphic designer, and I didn't have one close at hand here, so I manipulated the maps that Julia had created for the front and back covers. Played around with the contrast, brightness, and colors, oh and resizing them, dpi and stuff, because it didn't fit the online cover creator I had to use to create the mag. Then added the title. Once, twice, thrice, 15 times because something was wrong again and again. Anyway, The Transatlanticist's first (probably only, 'cause this is a cruel world) issue has been sent to the printer this Wednesday after at least one night with too little sleep. Supposed to be here on Tuesday. More than just a tad excited, to be honest.

   Easter was great. We invited all of our friends over and had some very very very (I mean very very very) good food. Fruit salad, mixed vegetable salad, mac & cheese, nachos and home made dips, and so on. Made some Radler (3/4 beer, 1/4 sprite; we also introduced the concept in the bars around here) and started a fire after sunset. It was a genuinely good afternoon and night. One of those days you keep looking back on for months afterwards. Also, with a timing unmatched since the day that Jim Morrison met Ray Manzarek, fellow ASL student and BA+ alumnus Richard came to visit us from Detroit exactly on that Sunday. He spent three days in town and we went out a lot with Nat, Geeg, Sophia, Sam, and some others. Sam took the two of us for an early bike ride around Athens on Wednesday morning at 7:30. Not even 5 minutes outside of town, I felt quite a bit in rural Appalachia already. Crooked old shacks, abandoned cabins, rusty trailers. Some beautiful countryside as well, nice views upon Athens, and this dog without a leash that chased and scared us a good deal, but then was really afraid and just stood there. 

   And then my take home final was due for Literary Theory. Explain some concepts by Butler, Cixous, Foucault, Irigaray, Freud, and others. Then three two-page analyses of Drown, My Life in Pink, and What's Cooking?. Very short, not much you can do on two pages. But that's fine. Anyway, very very unfortunately, we did not go into postmodernism. At all. Might have to go back into that on my own. Might have some time in the summer.

   On Wednesday, we gave our final GLC presentations at the Edison Biotech Institute of Ohio University, located at the Ridges. Wasn't too bad; I think all of us did a better job than at the German Center for Research and Innovation in Manhattan, which was already pretty okay. Got very good responses, anyway. So I'm glad we're done with that, and I'm glad it was good. That same evening, GLC dinner. Good pizza at Jacky O's. Got our certificates and, on top of that, our professor (a philosopher and biker) gave me a book titled Harley Davidson and Philosophy: Full Throttle Aristotle. I was really surprised about that, and still am very thankful. Spent some time at the Smiling Skull Saloon afterwards and then went back to Jacky O's to meet the roomies and homies.
 
   Yesterday, I was pretty much lying in the sun all day. Our friend Rosa was visiting, and we saw that those guys across the street were messing around with this little white bird that couldn't really fly. So she went over there and talked to them. Turns out they bought the little parakeet to play with for a couple of hours and then intended to just release it in a bush or something. Yes. I know. Poor guy has clipped wings (apparently, that's what they do so pet birds can't fly away. Horrible), so there's no chance he would have survived. Rosa had asked if she could take it home with her later so they wouldn't just leave it out to die, and they agreed, or didn't really care, for that matter. Found a box and some branches and turned that into a little home for the bird, and brought it over. In the end, I think she couldn't take the bird home for some reason, but she made sure that the guys would keep it in their house for the night, and I don't know where things'll go from there...

   All school work I have left for next week is one exam and one paper, both in Pop/High Culture. So I will try to write more regularly again. Tell you about my upcoming summer internship and other stuff.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Harrison Ford

If you ever find yourself sitting in a car at night as a passenger, driving on a highway or an autobahn, listen to 'Harrison Ford' by Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin! Then close your eyes. Open them again and look out the window. At the forests and the fields. The silhouettes. The distant lights that signify a town or a city. The clouds illuminated by the moon.
Then repeat until you are home.

SSLYBY - Harrison Ford: http://youtu.be/rVUdxBjTebg

Monday, April 14, 2014

Postmodernism


Modernism




Got up this morning between 10 and 11, left the hotel alone because Byron was already out while Matt and Michael were still sleeping, grabbed some breakfast here in Jersey and took the PATH (Port Authority Trans-Hudson) to Christopher Street, reading Above All Men on the ride, then walked through the warm and sunny streets of Manhattan noon towards Strand where I browsed through the cheap used books outside for half an hour, finding a book with two short novels by Salinger for $ 0.48


and Proust's Swann's Way (Vol.1 of In Search of Lost Time) for a dollar, then went inside for more endless browsing through innumerable shelves and displays of paperbacks, hardcovers and collector's editions of nearly everything that has ever been printed, limiting myself to buy Cormac McCarthy's Blood Meridian for $7.??, got out again and went to Washington Square Park where I intended to flee the rush, grab some sun and sit on the grass reading - an idea that was, however, immediately thwarted when I caught sight of all the commotion happening in the park, all the locals and tourists, the hipsters and squares, the children and parents, the dogs and the pigeons, and most of all by Tic and Tac who attracted my attention just as easily as that of almost anybody else around the fountain by having their drummer play a tight beat and hollering around, advertising their show which was about to begin shortly, introducing Tic's or Tac's young son who was also participating in the shouting, which all eventually led to a great performance that was a mixture of very self-aware politically
incorrect comedy and break dance/acrobatics that elicited much applause from the audience which afterwards dispersed, dismissing me onto a lawn next to those cosplay kids looking weird and acting crazy, distracting me once more from reading, just like this hipster jazz trio to my left that played some really good stuff and kept on going, song after song just as I kept on going from jazz band to jazz band in Washington Square Park, oh and then seeing these quiet introvert indie kids playing songs for a few amazing modern dancers who even incorporated this one monument into their performance and didn't let go, me finally going adrift, walking to the Caffe Reggio on MacDougal where I had been before and now wanted to go there again because it seemed like the perfect place to have a first look into Swann's Way 
because both the cafe and the novel might have been created around the same time at the beginning of the last century, and then I read into it and it felt a bit like falling in love with Proust's very beautiful and sometimes suggestive and elusive prose which makes a (reportedly) difficult book seem easy to read while it doesn't really reveal the direction this might go into and what it is gonna be about so I sat for another minute or two thinking and then left, tipping not too generously because today's lousy and standoffish service seemed even worse in comparison to that very friendly waitress that I had chatted with in January and who was the first person out of a few to tell me about the Strand which had eventually brought me back here today, all before I went back to the 9th Street station to catch the PATH back home because we were supposed to meet at 7:30 in the lobby in order to go to that awesome Indian restaurant here in Jersey not far from the hotel where I and Rene and Paul shared a table discussing courtship and marriage and where I might have had too much food because it was so delicious, after which I finally headed back home finishing part I of "Combray" in Swann which has taught me how to write a long sentence.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

GLC Road Trip

On the road to New York. Our GLC class will give a presentation in Manhattan on Monday. Good reason to go there for the weekend already.
I left the house at 8 this morning (after having gone out last night 'for just one beer.' But in Athens, there is no such thing as just one beer. So once again, home after 2). Sat on our porch and started reading my newest purchase - Above All Men by Eric Shonkwiler - and was once again amazed by how beautiful Athens is in the spring. Especially mornings. The yellow tulips and daffodils on our small patch, the clear blue sky traversed by plane tracks, the mist rising out of the not too distant woods, the incessantly twittering and chirping birds that seemed to surround me by dozens. Didn't make the reading easier.
Around 9, the group arrived and picked me up in a van. Since we have one more person on board than seats in the vehicle, and I was the last one, I had to share a seat first and then squeezed in between the two seats of the middle row. On the floor. Riding backwards. It was okay, though, and now it's Mitch's turn. We're somewhere in  Maryland on a perfectly sunny day, driving through a still somewhat barren but very green countryside. Couple of hours left until we'll arrive at our hotel in New Jersey. We're very quiet now, some are sleeping, others reading. On the stereo some very good indie electro pop with a female vocalist provides a somewhat surreal atmosphere.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Scenes

Beat Heaven.

Serengeti: animals from different continents living together in perfect harmony.
English Department humor
Our deer hangin' out in the back yard
Pub Art: "Steroid-Speedo-Astronaut-Chimp"

abandoned house, great source for firewood
Sleepy Hollow

See the squirrel? She lives in our walls.