Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Dr Hot Pants

The annual report of my organisation just came out and included a number of photos of various people in my lab. Not me however. Bastards.
But my boss got a nice picture in which he actually looks pretty good. In fact, his only comment when we first showed him it was
"God, I'm hot!"
shortly thereafter followed by
"Did I just say that out loud?"

There'll be signings of the report at 3pm in the coffee room.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

On the joy of marrying Germans

It has been a common comment from English-derived folk (be it Australian, English, American, New Zealand, South African etc etc) "How can you marry a German - they have no sense of humour", and I wanted now to do away with this small misconception.
In fact Germans do have a sense of humour: there are more stand-up comedy shows on TV here than I ever saw in Australia and plenty of sketch comedy - even a great live theatre sports type show. Many have a black humour to equal the best Brits, especially around Berlin, where it is often mistaken for rudeness (although there´s a fair bit of that as well). In fact, a German straight-face with a sarcastic or ironic statement is a thousand fold above the straight-face quality of its Australian counterpart.
That said, there is a proportion of the population who still can´t pull-off sarcasm or irony. DrH is one of those. But he´s learning. And in fact is far funnier in his attempts than if he had been an expert from the start.
Many conversations are along the lines of
DrH: "Blah, blah, blah....(pause for a beat)(try and subdue a grin)...(whispering) that was sarcasm - did you notice?(giggle)"
Who can resist that? It´s more amusing than watching my dog trying to get the big ball out of his mouth that he jammed in there and end up just looking at me forlornly with his jaws 30cm apart.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Teddy bear Invaders

As everyone sounds so confused at this blog´s name. This is he. My AlienTed. I got him the day I born. And he looks like an alien. And he was never called anything else but Ted.

Overheard in the airport

Amazing the things you end up running across. I´ve been reading Wil Wheaton´s blog (yes THAT Will, of nerdy kid on Star Trek fame). It appears that he´s now all grown up like the rest of us with family and kids and a poker habit. Like a profi thing. And apparently proud to be a nerd. Which is good - I know I´m one and have been for, well, forever. And now I´m going to concrete myself in the nerdy role for life by admitting to all and internet sundry that I had the HUGEST crush on him when I was young. I´d be pushing my parents to stay up late, so I could watch StarTrek and dream that I too, was a young, brilliant, incredibly geeky geek who got to fly space ships. I´ve now justified every person who picked on me in highschool. YOU WERE ALL RIGHT - I AM A NERD.

Anyway, through his blog I found out about Overheard In New York, a blog of stuff, well, overheard in New York. Odd sentences on phones, street corners, etc. So I though I´d add my own.

Standing at the transit counter in Heathrow, trying to move our flight forward, DrS and I were next to a couple of Americans who, after doing their thing at the counter, realised they had to rush for their connection.
Said the man to the woman: "C´mon. Let´s motivate!"


Finally, the Bawston pics

And here are a select few.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

On aiding large corporations

Back from Boston and, my, that is a lovely city. Congrats Bostonians on keeping the place so original. We were staying near Fenway Park and spent an afternoon wandering down the middle of Comm Av (as us in-the-know call it) to the public gardens and Boston Common, up through Beacon Hill and around the financial district. On Saturday we caught the underground over to Science Park and walked from there to Harvard. Three hours of walking in hot sun. It was quite a stretch. So by the time we got to Harvard, neither of us were particulary interested in looking around. So I parked my arse on the grass of the square where all the movies are made and read a book for a while.
I must admit, Harvard is quite deceiving. I assumed the campus to be much much much bigger than it actually is. I keep forgetting that LaTrobe has a LOT of land.

On the way (and the reason why we had to get off the underground so much before Harvard) was that DrS desperately wanted to visit the Apple Store and purchase an ipod. And I got one for me too. Didn't really plan on it, but you know, your just SO OUT, LIKE, REALLY?, LIKE, DON'T YA KNOW THAT EVERYONE HAS THEM NOW?
So the salesman was all "Yeah well the 4gig mini is good of course, but the 6 gig is only $50 more, and then you have 2 more gig!" And then the other salesman butted in with " Actually we have some of the old 20gig black and white in stock which are only $20 more than that" As soon as that started to sound interesting the first one piped back with "Well why go for the old black and white when for just $40 more you can have the new coloured, with all its extra's" And before you knew it I was at double what I originally thought about spending. Damn those salespeople, making everything sound so reasonable.
But in the end I held firm and got the 4gig mini in green. I figure its good enough to get me by for the next few years and can fit my Harry Potter books on it (as read by Rufus Beck - man he's good, I think I know his voice bettrer than DrH's by now), so I can survive the 5 hr-each-way weekly commute about to start between Heidelberg and Berlin. And by the time I'm ready to upgrade there'll be mp320 players with integrated home cinema and beamer that can do your washing and walk the dog and be only the size of a fingernail that'll probably cost less.