Posts Tagged ‘ice’
Friday, March 1st, 2013
Wednesday, January 16th, 2013
The Grass, and the Ice
There’s snow again in Flensburg, I am teaching and grading and talking to students, and sometimes sleeping, and the cold seems to be gone (yay and touches wood and all that stuff :-)) and the gluten free vanilla cookies from Finland that one of the local stores had are really yummy. I am also waiting for a delivery from the Hammermühle, to continue my ongoing research into yummy vs. non-yummy gluten free products.
Saturday, December 8th, 2012
Had to go to the office today, to sign a piece of paper that needs to be in by Monday earliest, and on the way there I spotted parhelia and the barest discernible hint of the 22° halo [Parhelion, sing.; pl. parhelia. German: Nebensonne(n); English: sundog(s)].
I only had my mobile phone with me, it being a work and shopping excursion that required me to bring the put-stuff-into backpack rather than the full-of-camera backback, but I did manage to capture the above photo of them.
Tuesday, July 17th, 2012
Things Dearly Loved and Seldom Mentioned III
Here’s another poem for the “things dearly loved and seldom mentioned” category – IE things you don’t really post about loving or liking or being fond of because you think that everybody knows them, only to find out by chance that, hey, not everyone knows them! It’s clearly a bias in the first place – you work in a certain field and so things are tradified there and your blinders make it seem like surely everyone must come across these things all the time, because, hey, you do – only to then stop and think “Hmm, come to think of it, the overlap of people teaching American lit classes and the people reading this blog might not be all that large…” :-) (and if it is, hey presto, canon formation? [Oops?])
Weeks ago, at DFDF, S ran a lovely workshop where everyone was asked to bring poems they love (or hate), and I took a Rilke along (you’ve got to have Rilke along) and two about Ozymandias, and S. told me that I’d kind of flaked off on the whole ‘Sib posts the classics she loves’ project (I know! Sorry! I’ll try to do better), and so, here’s another one of those:
The Imaginary Iceberg
We’d rather have the iceberg than the ship,
although it meant the end of travel.
Although it stood stock-still like cloudy rock
and all the sea were moving marble.
We’d rather have the iceberg than the ship;
we’d rather own this breathing plain of snow
though the ship’s sails were laid upon the sea
as the snow lies undissolved upon the water.
Read the complete poem here.
So, any thoughts on the iceberg?
Monday, February 6th, 2012
Two Colours of Ice
This morning, my car battery sounded like it would really apprechiate a stint on the highway to get recharged a bit, and so after I left work I took the Flensburg bypass out to the Danish border and stopped for a tad in Wassersleben on the way back, to see what the beach looked like this winter. (For two years ago, see here). A lot less snow, and definitely colder.