Everything I Do Gonna Be Funky (From Now On): Critical Interpretations of Works Associated with Herbert J. Hancock. by Pee-wee Hermeneutics
[Given a sibling association to ethnomusicology, I probably shouldn’t find the mental image of someone parsing relatively contemporary lyrics [that will be old enough to vote this year (eep!)] with the analytical rigor of exegesisists looking at Eliot (or an oblique text of your choice) as amusing as I do. If it ever comes up, let’s assume it was PRIMARILY amusing only because it is Peter Paul Reubens (a gloriously illustrated talking sandwich) embodying the role of doing the analysis. ]
**German Hotel TV Guidance** No foolin¹, channel PayTV3 was just a feed of a toilet mounted camera.
¹ I know you are thinking, “she couldn’t fool her mother on the foolingest day of the year with an electrified fooling machine,” but bear in mind that I am also telling you directly: clearly foolin’. Use good judgment, I am a goof.
Submitted 2 abstracts with the winsome visitor from last week, AND collected data likely securing a fun overseas trip later in the year, AND I handled international training without probably causing any long term incidents (the day is still relatively young!), AND now I have this sound indicating the communiqués from the best people.
(…And this one (via) for work stuff. Because: professional joy ≈ joy.)
Though I have failed to keep my day-to-day log of activities up to date this month, the Friday rundown makes me feel preemptively a lot better about potentially just being a goof on the weekends.
Kurt Vonnegut Library Adventures, Newish Exhibits (from this last weekend)
(1) Pages from "Fluctuations Between Good and Ill Fortune in Simple Tales".
"In an attempt to raise his salary while at the University of Iowa, Vonnegut tried again to submit a master’s thesis to the University of Chicago. ‘This time he wrote a thesis comparing stores of primitive societies to contemporary short stories. This, too, was rejected—he was told that it wasn’t valid to compare primitive an civilized societies.’ (Wakefield, 74)"
I think those plots are pretty amusing. However, if I had been his TA at Cornell, I would have probably had to take points off for unlabeled axes. He would have probably called me out on cheating life vis-à-vis time travel. I would have suggested it as a topic for side-project writing. We both would have probably gotten in trouble with the Chem department. That actually MAY have happened! Which continuity is this?
(2) AND there is now a braille version of the A/V tour, AND I found an angle and lighting condition that almost kind of works for being able to visually read double sided braille, though clearly the last page of single-sided braille is still easiest.
This is what I do on the weekends, this is what I think about when the data is collecting and I have a moment. Decode, decode, decode.
“…She would sing for the soldiers up by the front and then they would drive her back to Paris and wine and dine, you know, for a week or two; and then go back and sing for the soldiers again: there was not a tremendous amount of hardship. But, she was being squired around by generals and, you know, she wrote a book, ‘A Nightingale in the Trenches’, which is a terrible book¹, um, but it tells these fascinating stories about ‘oh, and here comes John Pershing in the back of an open car' and they go off together to, uh, you know, go to the Moulin Rouge, and et cetera et cetera, and it's all very glamorous. But then she meets my grandfather…”
…At least at cursory levels, it seems to check² out. "Excellent Text, Many Great Black and White Photos."
(Also: trappings of culture and elegance are all over the search result.)
*¹—I wonder if John doesn’t like it because of the Junius factor. ²—Always ²check: "Any bright girl who really applies herself to the handling of the checking problem can have a very pleasant time with it and fill the week with happy moments and memorable occasions" — Ed Kennedy, Time
I worked with someone so staggeringly attractive this week that I found myself demonstrably dumber. It was as if the self control required to keep my mouth from saying “we should become one of those crazy successful H&W science teams, and both publish and make babies together" stymied all other processes, most notably: forming short term memories as regarded numbers.
Back when I would procrastinate with those brain training programs, I developed a pretty good baseline for my working memory. But, there we were, taking data looking at two five digit numbers literally dozens of times and… nothing. Nothing like 40% of the time. Which is enough to raise questions. And numbers…that’s what I do. But it was the Ray Romano’s phone number situation, over and over and over.
I know it’s not just a TGS/TUO thing, though I don’t know when this accent thing emerged, because hohoho: this could be a problem. I didn’t specify any reasoning, though I dryly joked that the memory thing was a clinical problem, made a reference to an Adam Sandler movie about the girl from ET with the accident and the dating, and he may have (rightly?) believed I am a little touched.
If I had inadvertently divulged any distracted thoughts, I imagine he would have asked to confirm “H’aitch and Double-ewe like hoosband and waife?" and I would have literally slipped off my chair. (Gross assessment, me; accurate but gross.) It’s good to pinpoint these vulnerabilities. I am much cooler via email, so I think I can keep it together, now.
But! We are totallygonna publish together. Good data week. (Good enough that I can call it before Friday’s even over.)
In Germany — and this particular bakery was, appropriately enough, in Mannheim — they maybe forgo the idea of blog-to-book deals for pod-to-bake deals. Of all comfortable enough notions turned establishments that I’ve walked into, this was easily the best smelling.
AND, since there was a bread slicing machine by the door, one could easily draw direct comparisons to sliced bread. (You can parse slightly more accurately when I was there by nearby cross-timeline action.) I sat by it for about a half hour and missed a train waiting for someone to buy and slice a loaf. And, just before I hit the level of disappointed acceptance that would make me give up on the hope of seeing it in action, someone did and it was pretty special. And then I caught the next train. Flexibility as regards a plan is probably one of the easiest traits to cultivate toward enabling the enjoyment tiny weirdly magical moments. Anyhow: freshly sliced bread; I can see how it would be a sort of standard best thing, even if brotschneiden ist kinderleicht!
(I did not buy bread. I could have just bought and auto-sliced a loaf, but it felt like it would have been a weirdly fraudulent thing to do, like going to the zoo INSTEAD OF hunting down kangaroos in the wild (, although I am historically okay with doing both). I did buy a Coke Light (which is what Europe calls a Diet Coke) and 2 pairs of fingerless gloves from the place across the way. They were a gambit and, while I wouldn’t say I regret nothing, they are pretty cute and enable me to roll up my sleeves AND maintain dexterity WITHOUT exposing my forearms. Which would seem simultaneously like both my most American of semi-conscious mannerisms and maybe my most un-American of weird subculturally ingrained hang-ups.)