Samstag, 10. Januar 2009
kolkhoz
As I am about half way through with my essay, I feel like being a kolkhoz worker: according to my professor they hung out at work and played cards until - now and again at busy times - they had to catch up with the assemblies and worked like there was no tomorrow;)
Samstag, 3. Januar 2009
hall sex, queueing, and fights
It has been a long time since I have posted something here. So get ready for some cathing up;)
Actually I wanted to study hardcore after I came back from Germany on December 30th but the only thing which is hardcore is the porno-like moaning above me. Every time I want to start working they start to have sex. And around its climax it is extremely distracting. They seem to make it about five times a day. How depressing!
Over New Year's Eve Jannis and his girl friend Kathrin came over from Germany. We did some shopping in a huge store called Selfridges at Oxford Street and then, later on, went to the London Eye for the fireworks. It was the most spectacular I have ever seen and shot right out of the Eye. Unfortunately, it was over after fifteen minutes. So we started to go - äh, queue - back to Victoria station which took about one and a half hours (the way there was only around 10 minutes). I felt like being at Live Aid in Berlin again where I was stuck in a raging see of 200,000 spectators in 2005. Only this time it was on a more immense scale (I estimate 500,000 to a million people). Since I am a rather patient guy it was not a problem for me up to the point it became dangerous. Two tall, strong guys just in front of me were obviously annoyed be some people pushing from behind. When one of them got in front of them they quite ironically talked about queueing and the British being really good it at since they are such gentlemen. Then a group of four passed me telling me their mum was up in front. This sounded like Bart Simpson but since I did not mind I just let them pass. The problem was that the two men in front of me were by no means that nonchalant. Held back by his girlfriend, one of them, tore himself away from her shouting "let me go!". She did and he started a fight. He hit the other guy really hard about five times until he coud eel away bleeding all over. No one interferred. The police could not standing on the outskirts of the huge queueing mob and the other people seemed to believe that the guy deserved the beating for having pushed too much. It is all about fairness!
Yesterday I started to build up a lexis for my French test at the beginning of February. I am a little worried because I did not really have the time to study at all so far. Thereafter, I did some reading for my essay. I delved into a book about free churches which discusses if they are a modern form of church and read a book about religious communities and worldviews which helped me reflect my own faith and also some developments in my home church.
Apart from that I have been reading Haruki Murakami's "Wie ich eines schönen Morgens im April das 100%ige Mädchen sah" and at the moment "Norwegian Wood". If he wins the Nobel prize, he deserves it because there is only a handful of authors whose works are so accessible and at the same time so complex. I sometimes cannot let go of it and read until three in the morning.
Today I went to Stamford Bridge with David to watch Chelsea play Southend, a third League team ranked exactly 55 places below them. It was such a lame match, clearly dominated by Chelsea which left Southend without a clear chance. But then something happened which once more confirmed my love for football. The former Everton player Peter Clarke, now Southend's striker, scored out of the blue in the last minute with a wounderful header. The 6,000 Southend supporters went wild as the Blues furiously tried to score again. But their final efforts were thwarted through a brilliant save by Southend's goalie who stopped a ball which the 41,000 strong crowd at Stamford Bridge saw already in the net. I definitely have to get tickets for the replay as I want to follow the plot continue.
Before I went home over christmas, I caught a Bronchitis and was tied to my bed with fever for a week. Then I celebrated my 25th birthday with a match at Craven Cottage, a dinner including a birthday cake with David and Carol and some party with Pradeep, Kathrin, Lydia, and Anna walking around London and finally ending up in the Borderline. The next week Traui and Daniel, a friend of his, came over and stayed until Friday. It was an intense time because I was under pressure to write a two week essay in one week. But it was also great to share with them and Traui even increased my stock of dishes:).
I wrote the essay until 7:30 am on Friday morning and then enjoyed the sunrise with a "nasty cigarette" as Colin Hay uses to sing;). I was glad that I had actually finished this time five hours before dead line. So I went inside took a shower, woke Traui and Daniel, send the essay to my American frind Nick for some proof-reading, had breakfast, and then went over to Nick's house. I expected to only have to make some changes. But since I forgot the bibliography and used an obsolete Word programme, it took a while. So, finally, we had to run to the Strand to make it before deadline. And we did! With three minutes left! I am still the king of procrastination and last minute actions. I know I will probably never be able to change that totally. But I want to work on that in 2009.
That weekend I went to Oxford with Pradeep for an assistant teacher party. There I met a Millwall hooligan in a pub who will take me to their away game against Leeds United. I thought it to be a good starting point for my London fan scene column for Sport Bild. On Sunday I had to say goodbye to Timothy, my closest friend over the last three month, who went back to the States. I will miss him here as he was the only one I felt fully at ease with praying and sharing. On Monday I met with Daniel and Anna who came over from Münster. That night I could not sleep because of my phobia to miss my flight. But I got on and on Tuesday I saw lovely Münster again.
What I experienced there, in the Baptist archive in Elstal, in Berlin, Hamburg, Augustfehn, and then Münster again will be subject of tomorrow's posting.
On december 16th I went home
Actually I wanted to study hardcore after I came back from Germany on December 30th but the only thing which is hardcore is the porno-like moaning above me. Every time I want to start working they start to have sex. And around its climax it is extremely distracting. They seem to make it about five times a day. How depressing!
Over New Year's Eve Jannis and his girl friend Kathrin came over from Germany. We did some shopping in a huge store called Selfridges at Oxford Street and then, later on, went to the London Eye for the fireworks. It was the most spectacular I have ever seen and shot right out of the Eye. Unfortunately, it was over after fifteen minutes. So we started to go - äh, queue - back to Victoria station which took about one and a half hours (the way there was only around 10 minutes). I felt like being at Live Aid in Berlin again where I was stuck in a raging see of 200,000 spectators in 2005. Only this time it was on a more immense scale (I estimate 500,000 to a million people). Since I am a rather patient guy it was not a problem for me up to the point it became dangerous. Two tall, strong guys just in front of me were obviously annoyed be some people pushing from behind. When one of them got in front of them they quite ironically talked about queueing and the British being really good it at since they are such gentlemen. Then a group of four passed me telling me their mum was up in front. This sounded like Bart Simpson but since I did not mind I just let them pass. The problem was that the two men in front of me were by no means that nonchalant. Held back by his girlfriend, one of them, tore himself away from her shouting "let me go!". She did and he started a fight. He hit the other guy really hard about five times until he coud eel away bleeding all over. No one interferred. The police could not standing on the outskirts of the huge queueing mob and the other people seemed to believe that the guy deserved the beating for having pushed too much. It is all about fairness!
Yesterday I started to build up a lexis for my French test at the beginning of February. I am a little worried because I did not really have the time to study at all so far. Thereafter, I did some reading for my essay. I delved into a book about free churches which discusses if they are a modern form of church and read a book about religious communities and worldviews which helped me reflect my own faith and also some developments in my home church.
Apart from that I have been reading Haruki Murakami's "Wie ich eines schönen Morgens im April das 100%ige Mädchen sah" and at the moment "Norwegian Wood". If he wins the Nobel prize, he deserves it because there is only a handful of authors whose works are so accessible and at the same time so complex. I sometimes cannot let go of it and read until three in the morning.
Today I went to Stamford Bridge with David to watch Chelsea play Southend, a third League team ranked exactly 55 places below them. It was such a lame match, clearly dominated by Chelsea which left Southend without a clear chance. But then something happened which once more confirmed my love for football. The former Everton player Peter Clarke, now Southend's striker, scored out of the blue in the last minute with a wounderful header. The 6,000 Southend supporters went wild as the Blues furiously tried to score again. But their final efforts were thwarted through a brilliant save by Southend's goalie who stopped a ball which the 41,000 strong crowd at Stamford Bridge saw already in the net. I definitely have to get tickets for the replay as I want to follow the plot continue.
Before I went home over christmas, I caught a Bronchitis and was tied to my bed with fever for a week. Then I celebrated my 25th birthday with a match at Craven Cottage, a dinner including a birthday cake with David and Carol and some party with Pradeep, Kathrin, Lydia, and Anna walking around London and finally ending up in the Borderline. The next week Traui and Daniel, a friend of his, came over and stayed until Friday. It was an intense time because I was under pressure to write a two week essay in one week. But it was also great to share with them and Traui even increased my stock of dishes:).
I wrote the essay until 7:30 am on Friday morning and then enjoyed the sunrise with a "nasty cigarette" as Colin Hay uses to sing;). I was glad that I had actually finished this time five hours before dead line. So I went inside took a shower, woke Traui and Daniel, send the essay to my American frind Nick for some proof-reading, had breakfast, and then went over to Nick's house. I expected to only have to make some changes. But since I forgot the bibliography and used an obsolete Word programme, it took a while. So, finally, we had to run to the Strand to make it before deadline. And we did! With three minutes left! I am still the king of procrastination and last minute actions. I know I will probably never be able to change that totally. But I want to work on that in 2009.
That weekend I went to Oxford with Pradeep for an assistant teacher party. There I met a Millwall hooligan in a pub who will take me to their away game against Leeds United. I thought it to be a good starting point for my London fan scene column for Sport Bild. On Sunday I had to say goodbye to Timothy, my closest friend over the last three month, who went back to the States. I will miss him here as he was the only one I felt fully at ease with praying and sharing. On Monday I met with Daniel and Anna who came over from Münster. That night I could not sleep because of my phobia to miss my flight. But I got on and on Tuesday I saw lovely Münster again.
What I experienced there, in the Baptist archive in Elstal, in Berlin, Hamburg, Augustfehn, and then Münster again will be subject of tomorrow's posting.
On december 16th I went home
Dienstag, 18. November 2008
About our crazy French teacher, the "blue banana", and God's blessings
Last Saturday I went to the Cottage again with David four this time wounderful football. I expected Tottenham to win, actually, after having beaten Liverpool twice as well as Arsenal and some others since Harry Redknap took over as their new manager. But Fulham was just not the team I had seen in the first two games anymore. They entered boldly into a thrilling game and Tottenham hardly had any chances. In fact, the only chance they had they turned into a goal. But Fulham was leading by then and the game was almost over. Hangeland, Johnson, and Bullard made the most impressive performance, as far as I am concerned.
Afterwards, I headed to a bar at the Thames to chat with David and we had a really good time. We also talked about God and I felt it was really blessed.
On Sunday I started reading again and got a book and some articles done until last night. My screwed schedule did not allow me any sleep before five in the morning again. So when I got up at eight and looked out of the window it looked like a harsh and mean day with lots of London drizzle. But then I started to smile - because it was really absurd that I have not been able to sleep before five and, on the other hand, because I felt cheered by God's love and thought it would be a great day (I am really an optimist:) - for those who do not know me so well).
My French classe went well. As we were learning the future proche (aller + infinitif), our teacher asked the only Arab student in our class, who did not seem to dig the concept, whether he would bomb him later on among other things. It did not seem to bother anyone. Probably they were all too tired;).
Also a Chinese in my class told me he knew an undergrad. student from my residence. So I asked him whether it was Avery. "Is he Chinese?", he replied. I found that really funny. How can a Chinese be called Avery? He is American.
Then I read some in a cafe, had my secularization class, another coffee with Nick, and finally made it to a lecture about the "blue banana";).
Now it is midnight and if I can sleep now, it really would be a blessing.
Afterwards, I headed to a bar at the Thames to chat with David and we had a really good time. We also talked about God and I felt it was really blessed.
On Sunday I started reading again and got a book and some articles done until last night. My screwed schedule did not allow me any sleep before five in the morning again. So when I got up at eight and looked out of the window it looked like a harsh and mean day with lots of London drizzle. But then I started to smile - because it was really absurd that I have not been able to sleep before five and, on the other hand, because I felt cheered by God's love and thought it would be a great day (I am really an optimist:) - for those who do not know me so well).
My French classe went well. As we were learning the future proche (aller + infinitif), our teacher asked the only Arab student in our class, who did not seem to dig the concept, whether he would bomb him later on among other things. It did not seem to bother anyone. Probably they were all too tired;).
Also a Chinese in my class told me he knew an undergrad. student from my residence. So I asked him whether it was Avery. "Is he Chinese?", he replied. I found that really funny. How can a Chinese be called Avery? He is American.
Then I read some in a cafe, had my secularization class, another coffee with Nick, and finally made it to a lecture about the "blue banana";).
Now it is midnight and if I can sleep now, it really would be a blessing.
Freitag, 14. November 2008
The owl of Hampstead Residence
What a wonderful day! Some reading peppered with a linguistics seminar on language and identity, my advanced skills class (today it was all about how to make an argument), and a follow-up session in a bar near Covent Garden on 19th century superstition (after it was criticized that Maria always appeared in exactly the same shape she was portrayed in contemporary pictures, I was after a beer, which my lecturer bought for me, lucky me - nice he:), bold enough to share God working in our times: of angels seen by a bunch of Indians attacking churches and about to set fire to them and then running - all terrified - away. Later asked, they speak of a huge bright figure with a sword). They did not really know what to say about that;) So good, Open Doors provides us with loads of victory news in the kingdom as well!
Thereafter, I met my American friend Timothy at Canada Water to go to a friend's vegan delight dinner. But just in the moment we met outside the station my cell ran out of energy. Since I was supposed to give her a call, so she could pick us up, our evening plan - but not the evening;) - was screwed. We decided to get some chicken and bred at Tesco's instead and then went to St. John's Wood to the Beatles' thing (I will just coin this expression now for an action imitation a previous one performed by the Beatles after Obama in his first press conference after the election responded to the question if he was about to seek the former presidents' advice now, that he was only about to speak to those alive and not willing to "get into a Nancy Reagan thing... doing any seances" - I thought that was pretty hilarious. He could have called it Clinton thing as well though, since she allegedly did the same kind of "thing" in the White House). So what we did was to walk in their shoes as we walked on the famous Abbey road pedestrian crossing (long blabla around the message - that's me;) You really have to do that to make everyday experiences interesting and a decent anecdote though!;)
After we then zickzacked London on different buses, 'cause we passed my station, we Zenned out big time, especially Timothy who has not been up really since then and has been already asleep for about four and a half hours. Even the first term students - basically everyone here - who try to catch up with what we did when we were 15, 16 are not slamming their doors anymore.
So that makes the owl of Hampstead Residence considering the time - 4:33 in the morning.
But I better go to bed now "to make the most of my life" - as good 'ol Brett Dennen keeps singing on "So Much More". Especially with the super exciting Fulham vs. Tottenham match I am going to attend with my most loved London cousin:)
Good night, says the owl, and seeks its aerie...
Thereafter, I met my American friend Timothy at Canada Water to go to a friend's vegan delight dinner. But just in the moment we met outside the station my cell ran out of energy. Since I was supposed to give her a call, so she could pick us up, our evening plan - but not the evening;) - was screwed. We decided to get some chicken and bred at Tesco's instead and then went to St. John's Wood to the Beatles' thing (I will just coin this expression now for an action imitation a previous one performed by the Beatles after Obama in his first press conference after the election responded to the question if he was about to seek the former presidents' advice now, that he was only about to speak to those alive and not willing to "get into a Nancy Reagan thing... doing any seances" - I thought that was pretty hilarious. He could have called it Clinton thing as well though, since she allegedly did the same kind of "thing" in the White House). So what we did was to walk in their shoes as we walked on the famous Abbey road pedestrian crossing (long blabla around the message - that's me;) You really have to do that to make everyday experiences interesting and a decent anecdote though!;)
After we then zickzacked London on different buses, 'cause we passed my station, we Zenned out big time, especially Timothy who has not been up really since then and has been already asleep for about four and a half hours. Even the first term students - basically everyone here - who try to catch up with what we did when we were 15, 16 are not slamming their doors anymore.
So that makes the owl of Hampstead Residence considering the time - 4:33 in the morning.
But I better go to bed now "to make the most of my life" - as good 'ol Brett Dennen keeps singing on "So Much More". Especially with the super exciting Fulham vs. Tottenham match I am going to attend with my most loved London cousin:)
Good night, says the owl, and seeks its aerie...
Dienstag, 11. November 2008
Vom Fuchs, großen Freuden, Segen und Plänen (natürlich;))
Es ist jetzt mittlerweile drei Uhr, bei euch vier. Langsam werde ich echt zum Fuchs.
Apropros Fuchs, wenn ich aus dem Fenster gucke in meinem Zimmer, dann sehe ich einen Fuchs. Man hat mir gesagt, es gäbe sogar zwei!
London ist wirklich teuer, aber derzeit lese oder recherchiere ich so 10 bis 12 Stunden (neben meinem vollen Stundenpland: sieben SWS;)), da habe ich fast gar keine Zeit mehr zum Geldausgeben;)
Ich habe gestern von David, meinem Camino-Kumpanen aus Uruguay, ne mail bekommen. Er hat sein Buch mit dem Titel "La conjura de Moises" endlich fertig. Wenn ich da mal nicht in irgendwelchen verkappten Rollen vorkomme;) Er hat nämlich den Jakobsweg als Inspiration genutzt, um seine Verschwörungstheorien von den Templern auszubauen;) Muss ihm gleich mal schreiben und nach ner handsignierten Ausgabe fragen.
Sonst habe ich kürzlich ein Buch über Marpingen gelesen. Marienerscheinungen im 19. Jahrhundert und Pilgerungen, 400 Seiten . Harter Tobak. Wenn das so weiter geht werde ich hier noch ein Spezialist für deutsche Sozialgeschichte im 19. Jahrhundert. Yeah!
Sonst habe ich heute Uni gehabt (Franze und A Second Confessional Age?), mit Nick nen semi-guten Kaffe getrunken, recherchiert und für mein etwaiges Masterarbeitsthema. Noch ganz grob: Die Entwicklung von Baptistengemeinden im 19. und 20. Jahrhundert in Nordwestdeutschland.
Wenn ich wieder komme nach Deutschland werde ich ja noch nen Master of Education machen, das habe ich jetzt entschieden (und damit den Traum vom Lehrjob in den USA erst ein Mal verschoben) - zu 99% in Oldenburg, denn so sehr ich mit meinem Herzen an meinem Münster und an meinen Freunden dort hänge, es gibt dort noch nicht ein Mal eine Professur für Fachdidaktik, beim Hochschulranking belegt die Anglistik dauerhaft einen der letzten Plätze und man lernt dort gefühlt nichts.
Falls das also so werden sollte, dann gründen Eugen und ich ne WG. Das wird derbst lustig. Letztmals schlief ich öfter bei ihm als wir 13, 14 waren und da ist er dann immer so um 2,3 eingepennt als ich noch Becker gegen Agassi in Flushing Meadows geschaut habe. Am morgen hat er sich dann mit Igor in Unterwäsche gefetzt während ich seine Fische überfüttert habe (natürlich nicht mit Absicht) und die am nächsten Tag alle tot auf der Oberfläche des Aquariums trieben. Das waren noch Zeiten!
Ach ja, ganz vergessen: Am Samstag war ich mit meinem Freund Timothy und ner Freundin von ihm im British Museum: Mit ner kleinen Starbucksunterbrechung (kann man sich ja leisten, da das Museum kostenlos ist; was ist eigentlich dein Lieblingskaffee da, Stefan? Den Mocca fand ich mit der Schokolade und der Sahne ganz gut, nur der Kaffeeanteil war soso). Nun konnte ich endlich ein Mal den Rosetta Stone sehen (bei näherer Betrachtung, trotz seiner enormben wissenschaftsgeschichtlichen Bedeutung, auch nur ein Stein). Wirklich fasziniert war ich aber von den Artefakten der Assyrer, Babylonier und Perser. Denn plötzlich konnte ich mir die Reliefs mit den ganzen Geschichten anschauen, die in der Grundschule mein Geschichtsinteresse geweckt hatten. Doch hauptsächlich haben wir uns mit Karen, der Freundin von Timothy, über Gott und die Welt unterhalten. Das war wirklich so wunderbar. Danach war ich unglaublich froh, denn das Gespräch war so dermaßen gesegnet. Auf das Gott den Samen aufgehen lasse!
Von meinen Eltern habe ich ein riesen Paket erhalten. Nachdem Mama gehört hat, dass ich hier keine Winterjacke habe, war das ja klar:) Darüber hinaus gabs noch massig Käse, Südtiroler Speck, Schwarzwälder Schinken, Marzipan, Hustenbonbons, Tempos - wirklich! Ich habe mich unglaublich drüber gefreut.
Auch über Trauis tolle, außergewöhnlich künstlerische Karte (das ist abstrakt, oder?).
Sonst habe ich gestern mal mein Zeit hier in London rigide durchgeplant (Abgabedaten, Prüfungen, Urlaub und so). Ab Mitte Juni werde ich wohl wieder nach Deutschland kommen und dort Recherchen anstellen, wenn es bei dem Baptistenthema bleibt.
Vielleicht komme ich ja nächstes Jahr so Mitte September nach der Abgabe meiner Masterarbeit wieder ne Woche zum Wandern; dann auf dem Camino Arragones. Und danach bei den guten Farmers in Estoril abspannen - das wärs!
Für alle noch ein ganz großer Tipp: William Fitzsimmons in Münster am 16.12 (Gleis) und in HH am 18.12 (Grüner Jäger).
So jetzt ist es 3 Uhr 48 und trotz der guten französischen Worship Musik von Phare FM bleibe ich jetzt im Bett - aber der Compi nicht;)
Also, gute Nacht und cheers!
Apropros Fuchs, wenn ich aus dem Fenster gucke in meinem Zimmer, dann sehe ich einen Fuchs. Man hat mir gesagt, es gäbe sogar zwei!
London ist wirklich teuer, aber derzeit lese oder recherchiere ich so 10 bis 12 Stunden (neben meinem vollen Stundenpland: sieben SWS;)), da habe ich fast gar keine Zeit mehr zum Geldausgeben;)
Ich habe gestern von David, meinem Camino-Kumpanen aus Uruguay, ne mail bekommen. Er hat sein Buch mit dem Titel "La conjura de Moises" endlich fertig. Wenn ich da mal nicht in irgendwelchen verkappten Rollen vorkomme;) Er hat nämlich den Jakobsweg als Inspiration genutzt, um seine Verschwörungstheorien von den Templern auszubauen;) Muss ihm gleich mal schreiben und nach ner handsignierten Ausgabe fragen.
Sonst habe ich kürzlich ein Buch über Marpingen gelesen. Marienerscheinungen im 19. Jahrhundert und Pilgerungen, 400 Seiten . Harter Tobak. Wenn das so weiter geht werde ich hier noch ein Spezialist für deutsche Sozialgeschichte im 19. Jahrhundert. Yeah!
Sonst habe ich heute Uni gehabt (Franze und A Second Confessional Age?), mit Nick nen semi-guten Kaffe getrunken, recherchiert und für mein etwaiges Masterarbeitsthema. Noch ganz grob: Die Entwicklung von Baptistengemeinden im 19. und 20. Jahrhundert in Nordwestdeutschland.
Wenn ich wieder komme nach Deutschland werde ich ja noch nen Master of Education machen, das habe ich jetzt entschieden (und damit den Traum vom Lehrjob in den USA erst ein Mal verschoben) - zu 99% in Oldenburg, denn so sehr ich mit meinem Herzen an meinem Münster und an meinen Freunden dort hänge, es gibt dort noch nicht ein Mal eine Professur für Fachdidaktik, beim Hochschulranking belegt die Anglistik dauerhaft einen der letzten Plätze und man lernt dort gefühlt nichts.
Falls das also so werden sollte, dann gründen Eugen und ich ne WG. Das wird derbst lustig. Letztmals schlief ich öfter bei ihm als wir 13, 14 waren und da ist er dann immer so um 2,3 eingepennt als ich noch Becker gegen Agassi in Flushing Meadows geschaut habe. Am morgen hat er sich dann mit Igor in Unterwäsche gefetzt während ich seine Fische überfüttert habe (natürlich nicht mit Absicht) und die am nächsten Tag alle tot auf der Oberfläche des Aquariums trieben. Das waren noch Zeiten!
Ach ja, ganz vergessen: Am Samstag war ich mit meinem Freund Timothy und ner Freundin von ihm im British Museum: Mit ner kleinen Starbucksunterbrechung (kann man sich ja leisten, da das Museum kostenlos ist; was ist eigentlich dein Lieblingskaffee da, Stefan? Den Mocca fand ich mit der Schokolade und der Sahne ganz gut, nur der Kaffeeanteil war soso). Nun konnte ich endlich ein Mal den Rosetta Stone sehen (bei näherer Betrachtung, trotz seiner enormben wissenschaftsgeschichtlichen Bedeutung, auch nur ein Stein). Wirklich fasziniert war ich aber von den Artefakten der Assyrer, Babylonier und Perser. Denn plötzlich konnte ich mir die Reliefs mit den ganzen Geschichten anschauen, die in der Grundschule mein Geschichtsinteresse geweckt hatten. Doch hauptsächlich haben wir uns mit Karen, der Freundin von Timothy, über Gott und die Welt unterhalten. Das war wirklich so wunderbar. Danach war ich unglaublich froh, denn das Gespräch war so dermaßen gesegnet. Auf das Gott den Samen aufgehen lasse!
Von meinen Eltern habe ich ein riesen Paket erhalten. Nachdem Mama gehört hat, dass ich hier keine Winterjacke habe, war das ja klar:) Darüber hinaus gabs noch massig Käse, Südtiroler Speck, Schwarzwälder Schinken, Marzipan, Hustenbonbons, Tempos - wirklich! Ich habe mich unglaublich drüber gefreut.
Auch über Trauis tolle, außergewöhnlich künstlerische Karte (das ist abstrakt, oder?).
Sonst habe ich gestern mal mein Zeit hier in London rigide durchgeplant (Abgabedaten, Prüfungen, Urlaub und so). Ab Mitte Juni werde ich wohl wieder nach Deutschland kommen und dort Recherchen anstellen, wenn es bei dem Baptistenthema bleibt.
Vielleicht komme ich ja nächstes Jahr so Mitte September nach der Abgabe meiner Masterarbeit wieder ne Woche zum Wandern; dann auf dem Camino Arragones. Und danach bei den guten Farmers in Estoril abspannen - das wärs!
Für alle noch ein ganz großer Tipp: William Fitzsimmons in Münster am 16.12 (Gleis) und in HH am 18.12 (Grüner Jäger).
So jetzt ist es 3 Uhr 48 und trotz der guten französischen Worship Musik von Phare FM bleibe ich jetzt im Bett - aber der Compi nicht;)
Also, gute Nacht und cheers!
Mittwoch, 5. November 2008
Historic moments and great sisters
I don't wanna ad to the extensive body of info and enthusiasm on last night.
Just would like to say that I now have to keep my promise from the Iowa primary more than a year ago: I will become American.
Let's all work for a better future - Yes we can!
My 15 year old sister is the coolest. She is going to have a class party at our house and told her mates that there will be no alcohol. If someone pukes in our garden, he must clean it with a shevel.
She is so hilariously outspoken:)
P.S.: If you really knwo what happened last night, check this out:
http://allsp.com/l.php?id=e179
Just would like to say that I now have to keep my promise from the Iowa primary more than a year ago: I will become American.
Let's all work for a better future - Yes we can!
My 15 year old sister is the coolest. She is going to have a class party at our house and told her mates that there will be no alcohol. If someone pukes in our garden, he must clean it with a shevel.
She is so hilariously outspoken:)
P.S.: If you really knwo what happened last night, check this out:
http://allsp.com/l.php?id=e179
Mittwoch, 29. Oktober 2008
About God's answers, snow in London, and a great artist
On Monday I was pretty stressed out because of my first French test the following day. The problem was that I still had not received my course book and the week before I could not even conjugate s'appeler. So I tried to find as much information as possible in the internet and skyped with mum and Tina to study some. That night I told God that I'd rather avoid taking the test. Then, on Tuesday morning I went to the Strand, but could not really approach the building since the sidewalk was jammed with students. So I had to fight my way to the entrance, but it was closed. A sign said: Due to a power outage Strand campus is closed for today! I did not have to take the test:)
Last night I could hardly believe my eyes: it was snowing in London! What was sleet at the beginning turned into beautiful and immense snowflakes. What an awesome winter-feeling! After our lifegroup in a hotel lounge, Karim and I went to a pub to have a pint and whisky.
Now I am about to go to Hammersmith to watch Tottenham vs. Arsenal in the Old City Arms with David.
About a week ago I booked my flight home for Christmas. I will not only see beloved Münster again on 16 December, but also a great artist: William Fitzsimmons is going to jam in Gleis 22 - one of the greatest Indi-Folk singer songwriters of our times! I discovered him at the beginning of last year and found his music so great that I just had to write him on myspcace. I invited him to Münster and now he is coming! I am so looking forward to it! I will try to meet some friends then. I also have to go to Berlin to check out the Baptist archive for my dissertation and to see little Mia for the first time before going home to my parents' for Christmas.
p.s.: yesterday we prayed for my radiator because after two weeks and several complaints it still has not been working. I already though it's because of Joe "the plumber" Wurzelbacher being busy in helping the GOP beat Obama. Anyway, I got home last night and it worked for the first time:)
Last night I could hardly believe my eyes: it was snowing in London! What was sleet at the beginning turned into beautiful and immense snowflakes. What an awesome winter-feeling! After our lifegroup in a hotel lounge, Karim and I went to a pub to have a pint and whisky.
Now I am about to go to Hammersmith to watch Tottenham vs. Arsenal in the Old City Arms with David.
About a week ago I booked my flight home for Christmas. I will not only see beloved Münster again on 16 December, but also a great artist: William Fitzsimmons is going to jam in Gleis 22 - one of the greatest Indi-Folk singer songwriters of our times! I discovered him at the beginning of last year and found his music so great that I just had to write him on myspcace. I invited him to Münster and now he is coming! I am so looking forward to it! I will try to meet some friends then. I also have to go to Berlin to check out the Baptist archive for my dissertation and to see little Mia for the first time before going home to my parents' for Christmas.
p.s.: yesterday we prayed for my radiator because after two weeks and several complaints it still has not been working. I already though it's because of Joe "the plumber" Wurzelbacher being busy in helping the GOP beat Obama. Anyway, I got home last night and it worked for the first time:)
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