Well it has finally happened -- we've got some students! Yes, in about fourteen hours' time we should be trying to teach two Hungarian girls how to become great English poets. We've tidied the flat, I've baked some more scones, the Yorkshire Gold teabags are at the ready and we've got a tray with pictures of landmarks from London. We're going to officially declare this flat as British soil. I took some pictures of the scones and a pot of tea on the balcony. The bad news is, one of the scones fell off. I might retrieve it later...they're damn good scones!
In other news, I'm now an external researcher at the Central European University, where I've spent a total of nine hours trying to read every Anthropological book in the library. I found myself reading a field report into sex workers in the “Galatic Zone”, which was called "Awkward Intimacies: Prostitution, Politics, and Fieldwork in Urban Mexico" by Patty Kelly. Today I read "'Yo, bitch ...' and Other Challenges: Bringing High-risk Ethnography into the Discourse" by Sylvie C. Tourigny, which was also brilliant. I've already done some high-risk ethnography on October 23rd and I look forward to more.
Tomorrow, I'm not going to get distracted and end up reading complete random books that just look interesting, I'm going to focus and do the work I'm supposed to. Or I might just get distracted by the playground which they conveniently placed so near to CEU:
Last night we met up with one of Peter's contacts, called Béla. He showed us a ruin bar in town called Szimpla, which really is a fantastic place. The whole interior, as with most ruin bars, is covered in graffiti and various stickers. The place is comfortably populated by twentysomethings; some of which are on their laptops doing work, some of which are relaxing on one of the many sofas and the rest of them are just chatting away with their friends. Old standing lamps in every corner keep the rooms dimly lit, and because the place is neither truly indoors nor out, gas heaters are dotted around. We sat down, drank mulled wine and chatted for a good few hours about various things, mainly Hungarian politics.
I decided to try out the bath. What I didn't realise was that the water here is very soft, so when I checked on it five minutes later, I realised I had created some sort of beast made from bubbles:
Peter took a picture of a really odd sign we saw on the bus:
What could it mean? "Don't transmit electromagnetic radiation from your mouth towards the driver"? "Cybermen must not attempt to upgrade the driver"? And another odd sign we found is this:
Possibly a bit of 'Engrish' going on there.
- Philip + Peter (the newly-appointed co-blogger)
In other news, I'm now an external researcher at the Central European University, where I've spent a total of nine hours trying to read every Anthropological book in the library. I found myself reading a field report into sex workers in the “Galatic Zone”, which was called "Awkward Intimacies: Prostitution, Politics, and Fieldwork in Urban Mexico" by Patty Kelly. Today I read "'Yo, bitch ...' and Other Challenges: Bringing High-risk Ethnography into the Discourse" by Sylvie C. Tourigny, which was also brilliant. I've already done some high-risk ethnography on October 23rd and I look forward to more.
Tomorrow, I'm not going to get distracted and end up reading complete random books that just look interesting, I'm going to focus and do the work I'm supposed to. Or I might just get distracted by the playground which they conveniently placed so near to CEU:
Last night we met up with one of Peter's contacts, called Béla. He showed us a ruin bar in town called Szimpla, which really is a fantastic place. The whole interior, as with most ruin bars, is covered in graffiti and various stickers. The place is comfortably populated by twentysomethings; some of which are on their laptops doing work, some of which are relaxing on one of the many sofas and the rest of them are just chatting away with their friends. Old standing lamps in every corner keep the rooms dimly lit, and because the place is neither truly indoors nor out, gas heaters are dotted around. We sat down, drank mulled wine and chatted for a good few hours about various things, mainly Hungarian politics.
I decided to try out the bath. What I didn't realise was that the water here is very soft, so when I checked on it five minutes later, I realised I had created some sort of beast made from bubbles:
Peter took a picture of a really odd sign we saw on the bus:
What could it mean? "Don't transmit electromagnetic radiation from your mouth towards the driver"? "Cybermen must not attempt to upgrade the driver"? And another odd sign we found is this:
Possibly a bit of 'Engrish' going on there.
- Philip + Peter (the newly-appointed co-blogger)
posted by Philip Proudfoot at
1:16 am
1 Comments:
Do you realise how old that teapot is?? It survived the 2nd World War, buried in a garden in Debrecen. It survived the carpet bombing of the Americans, the British and the Russians! And what do you do?? You let it hover on a flimsy window sill!
I want a word!!
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