Posts tagged ‘readings’

July 30, 2013

July, she will fly

by ada

Camilleri with Camilleri. My literary taste seems to have become very simple lately.  It also means: two books for July, and another three I didn’t finish reading yet (yes, I’m that confused type of person that reads more books at a time and leads different lives in parallel universes.) I’m still battling the truly abominable Captain Simonini, learning a lot about malfunctioning enterocytes and making Lizzie Borden to my role model. They all will be featured in the August post, given that I manage to finish their stories and don’t get distracted by more Camilleri.

July

July 28, 2013

as I walk these broad majestic days

by ada

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July 1, 2013

things that make me happy

by ada

1. This tote bag I bought at the Mozart museum. While it promotes the idea of the consumer society which I don’t exactly cultivate, it is so like Mozart, with his love of red robes and all, really.

Mozart bag

2. Reading this book. It’s really promising.  I’m on page 21 yet, and the protagonist of the novel has already made his point about his deep hate of 1) Jews 2) German people 3) French people 4) Italian people 5) clergy in general 6) Jesuits in particular 7) women, totally clear. I’m thrilled to find out whom else he plans to hate on the following 489 pages.

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3. Living in this house.

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4. The absence of fire alarm in my kitchen. Having an extraordinarily sensitive fire alarm in my previous apartment made my life really difficult there. After my epic first meeting with the firemen and the police, who made their visit at my flat while I was peacefully baking some flourless cookies and dancing to Disko Partizani in my pajamas (the perfect example of the half-witted pyromaniac immigrant with a  shitty taste of music, whose existence alone manages to ruin the morals of Holy Motherland of Austria), I ended up eating almost exclusively raw food most of the time.

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5. Kitchen windowsill herbs. I’m not a plant person (my mother has somehow forgotten to pass her gardening genes on to me), so I hope they will survive.

windowsill herbs

6. Homemade elderflower cordial with (windowsill) lemongrass, my first experiment with food preserving. It tastes pretty much like plain water. My carreer chances as a celebrity cook aren’t that high, I guess.

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7. More elderflower for a new (hopefully better) try.

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June 30, 2013

and the affairs of June

by ada

Another month of six books. I’m sort of proud of myself even if it’s actually pretty ridiculous*.

While observing this photo, you may think that I’m

a) unusually fond of Håkan Nesser, which I’m actually not. I found these books in the cellar of my previous workplace.

b) unusually fond of Andrea Camilleri, which I am, even if I hate his detective, Montalbano’s habit of eating snails and seafood all the time. I’m no seafood person, that’s the truth.

*I really wonder how did I manage over a hundred books yearly during my university times, besides working (a lot), researching my (unfinished) master thesis on a daily basis and practising three instruments (not as much as I should have, ehem, but playing instruments is pretty time-consuming anyway). I once was a clever person with an existing intellectual life. Now, only one and a half year later, the biggest intellectual challenge in my life is to remember the generic substitutes of drugs we don’t have at hand.**

**Oh, sorry. The biggest intellectual challenge in my life is to open the Austria Codex program on the computer and search it for generic substitutes, haha.

June readings

June 1, 2013

that lusty month of May

by ada

May was – in its depressing way – sort of successful: I managed to finish 6 (six!) books. I blame it entirely on the weather. Every time I woke up, bursting with energy (haha) and the will to go outside and do something exciting on my rare free days, all I had to do to completely lose all of my interest and enthusiasm was to take my earplugs out and hear the raindrops pattering against my windows (what raindrops, hail it was, stones of ice as big as diamonds, more than once).

And yes, I’m aware of the fact that I really can’t claim any improvement in the quality of my readings, but I say, baby steps. I still can’t bring up any interest in early Baroque music treatises or meaningful literature, but at least I seem to enjoy reading again and that’s enough for now. I may be myself again one day or I may not – it’s not an actual problem now. Surviving and learning to love life, these are my most important goals lately and I’m doing quite well with them, I dare say.

 May books

April 30, 2013

April is the cruellest month

by ada

Another two-books-month, it seems it’s my new standard; but this time I have some really good excuses:

  1. I watched movies instead: all the ten seasons of Friends (don’t judge me. 7 seasons just happened somehow while I was down with 38°C fever five days long) and the six episodes of Sherlock. Maybe it’s a sign that I finally became “normal”: instead of reading music treatises written in the 16th century and enjoying it as I used to do before the depression*, I’m watching TV series and enjoying it like “normal people” do. (I don’t even miss reading music treatises. I’m losing my brain. I need help. Help!) 
  2. I worked a lot
  3. I visited my family two times (those 6 hours long train rides are made for reading books watching movies)
  4. I became unemployed and homeless (again)**

As you see, I was sort of busy in April, haha.

* my life is now divided into two parts: there were the times Before Depression (let’s call it BD) and now here are the times After Depression (AD). The two parts of my life have nothing to do with each other. They don’t even resemble each other. I will end up with split personality, I’m quite sure.

** actually, I didn’t remained unemployed as long as I hoped for***: I accepted an offer today and will start on a metabolic ward soon

*** my secret dream was spending months doing nothing

April books

March 31, 2013

March is the month of expectations…

by ada

… that never come true, haha. I thought my intellectual life couldn’t go worse, but well, it did. In March, I managed to finish exactly two books or, well, actually only one and a half, because one of them I started reading already in February. And no, I haven’t been watching movies either. Not a single one. What I actually did in my spare time, I don’t even remember. I was sleeping it through, I guess. I wonder if I will ever be “me” again or I’ll remain this strange creature of compromises and indifference who I became through the depression, forever.

Another depression post for the most joyful day of the year, yep.

March readings

March 1, 2013

February. Get ink, shed tears.

by ada

Before the outbreak of my depression I used to be a more-than-hundred-books-a-year kind of girl. In 2010 my reading list contained exactly 118 items. In 2011 they were 155. I used to read in four different languages and about all existing genres, like music treatises written in gothic German from 1553 or the physiology of mood disorders, not to mention Real Literature (whatever it actually is) and countless mystery books. When I got sick I lost track of my readings, so I have no list and don’t know the exact number of books I read in 2012 but, well, I lost so many other things due to my depression (like my real life, just to name one) that such minor inconveniences just doesn’t matter anymore to me. I don’t fuss around about small things. I’m doing it big. If I lose, I lose everything. That’s my motto. Haha.

Since I started working those famous 13-hours shifts of ours in last April, I don’t read anymore. I just have no energy and no interest. All I want to do on my free days is to sleep or (if I can pull myself together to put on clothes instead of hanging out in pyjamas all day) to get out and see the daylight. My reading list of February therefore contains exactly three books: an Agatha Christie, an Andrea Camilleri and a Joseph Roth. I did also watch two whole seasons of old Friends episodes and three and a half of the Miss Marple films. That’s all intellectual effort I am able to take in this recent phase of my life.

(And yes, I’m aware of the fact that something’s gone wrong with my camera. It doesn’t focus anymore. I’m taking it back to the store today).

February readings

September 9, 2012

365/246

by ada

That’s what I’m waiting for all day long. My bed with a book. And no, I don’t particularly like this one, but since it’s not a blog about literature, I better save myself the trouble writing long posts about it.

August 1, 2012

365/214

by ada

I had free today, but it made no real difference in my dealing with addictive habits. I ended up sitting by the Salzach and reading about a mouse who saved the Princess Pea.

July 12, 2012

365/194

by ada

Drinking almond milk hot chocolate in pajamas while reading about sheep investigating murder is the best part of my days lately. I guess I’m sort of overtired.

June 22, 2012

365/174

by ada

I worked only short shift today so in the afternoon I visited the yearly book sale of the city library. That’s what I came home with.

June 11, 2012

365/163

by ada

I spent the whole day with shopping and getting myself frustrated. I bought things I really needed (or badly wanted, ahem, hello, 99% Lindt chocolate and flowery clothes with lace) but I always get The Guilts if I happen to buy something. It’s the result of spending my childhood and studying time in most poetical and romantic poverty, I guess.

June 6, 2012

365/158

by ada

A page of a book I bought recently. It contains a collection of photos of the Wiener Philharmoniker. I’m not a fan of modern symphonic orchestras; actually, if you want to kill me, just put me in a room where a modern orchestra is playing anything Baroque and don’t let me out when I start screaming; but the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra is History Pure, even for me.

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