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Broken record

I know I say this every year, but would the Edmonton weather please give me a break already? Please? Pretty please?

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Honestly, this forecast tops ridiculous: -2 and snow on May 19? Seriously? The NINETEENTH of MAY? SNOW?

There, I feel better now. Bitching on the internet can do that to you.

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Veronika, where *is* spring?

So, slowly but surely this blog is turning from a draft notebook for my dissertation into a chronicle of my procrastination. Excellent! Aaaa, but there is rigor in my procrastination, there is even consistence: further on the subject of the weather, spring has turned its back on us yet again. In revenge, I have stumbled upon this:

It’s a group called The Comedian Harmonists, which were all the rage in 1930’s Germany. A movie chronicling the group’s climb to fame and demise following Nazi interdiction (three of the six group members were Jewish) was made in 1997. The Comedian Harmonists have a considerable following in Germany and Austria today, with several amateur groups singing their repertoire. I have first heard about them in 1998, when I attended a performance of just such a group, which was unexpectedly entertaining.

So why am I bringing up here, apart from mere procrastination? Well, because it’s snowing outside, for one, and I was growing slightly mad, until I just happened to be taken – through random surfing and clicking – to “Veronika, der Lenz ist da,” which means “Veronika, spring is here.” You’d think such an announcement would just make me more incensed, but I personally can’t listen to the Comedian Harmonists without smiling. So, Veronika seems ironically appropriate right now. To me, at least.

Onward and away to work! Wish me luck…

Spring

“It’s been a busy couple of weeks,” says corplit trying to justify absence and lack of posts. Seems like a handy cliché to use, except that it hasn’t been so: the same puttering around, the same longing for warm weather, a somewhat weird turn for the worse in weather (euphemistically, of course; how would you characterize 30 cm of snow over two days in late April?), and a bad one-week cold. And now, it’s time to come back with renewed strength, and not only because the weather seems to be inching towards spring, but because I missed this. Oh, I wanted to come back several times: what I wouldn’t have written about the new majority female Spanish cabinet with a seven-month-pregnant minister of defense; or about the new skinny law in France that prohibits advertisers, the media, and the fashion industry from promoting extreme thinness. Well, those days, together with their hot topics are gone, but new things are still to come. Stay tuned. Or don’t, because it puts pressure on me (of course, if you really wanted to stay tuned, there was nothing I could really do about it).

The good news is that I started my dissertation. I’m not going to bore you with my quantified output, and it doesn’t really matter – what counts is that now I don’t have to stare at a blank – but full of crippling effing potential – document anymore. I can now stare at several pages of it.

I’m off to spend as much of the day as I can outside: there’s a big-shot job talk in the department this afternoon, so I can act as if I have important stuff to do, and I’m not really ignoring my work. Which I’m totally not. Honest.

Déjà vu

I’m in a rut. I decided to stop writing the blog in favour of channelling all my energies toward writing my big paper, my project… my – dare I say it – dissertation. Guess what! It doesn’t work. As a result, I’ve ignored my blog for some time, and I have nothing to show for in that word document either. Moreover, in spite of having received a bunch of crisp new books just last week, I have barely cracked their cover for more than signing my name in them – yeah, I’m one of those people. And *no*, that’s not the only way my name’s going to be on the title page of a book [whoa, somebody’s in a good mood today].

Anyway, I should go back to feeling guilty for not producing stuff towards the D-thingy, rather than procrastinating here, and making others do it with me (or not). Wish me luck.