Monday, April 03, 2006

New Leaves

Here endeth the time of piecemeal updates at sporadic intervals...

As the dreadful pun in the title of this organ should indicate, Bath Time is over. I feel strangely liberated -- the process of writing a thesis and having it examined took its toll on me. I find myself with time on my hands to do all the things that have escaped me over the past months, such as updating this blog frequently (which SpiritOfTheTin advises lest the Great Rambling One expunge me from his recommended reading for this semester). More monumentally in the world of achievements, I finally finished Gravity's Rainbow, the experience culminating in a mad dash for the finish spread over the entirety of Sunday.

So now I am inhabiting a weird, prison-like building in the south of Bern, photos of which I will attempt to provide shortly. Well, to be fair it's a pretty bourgeois prison, but it does have scary metal blinds, and a really disconcerting cellar. I'm sleeping on an air mattress, and cooking with only one frying pan. Life is odd.

3 comments:

Tom said...

What is it about you and cellars?

Abaculus said...

I was going to say, you seem to gravitate towards creepy cellars like a butterfly to scented blossoms.

What kind of madman attempts to cook with two frying pans at once? Is that like John Woo style, one in each hand, running sideways, in slow motion, through a hospital?

Your new subtitle is indeed a worthy pun, and I'm proud to say I pretty much expected you to pick it, and therefore chose a different one for my own link to you.

Omission said...

I haven't just arrived at a flat block with a cellar, I live in a country replete with cellars, which (I believe) are also intended to function as nuclear strike bunkers.

Because Switzerland gets involved in international conflict on a regular basis, obviously.

The ones in my flat were scary primarliy because I went down there at night, and the lights weren't working. Not full-of-parrot-cages-and-old-porn-mags scary like my previous cellar.

Adam: have you never seen my ambidextrous pan skills in action? How else would one defend oneself in a Mexican food standoff?