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Posts Tagged: roads

Posts Tagged ‘roads’

Friday, February 23rd, 2018

Where are we going?

To the Mouth of the World, my friend. To the Mouth of the World.

Sunday, May 22nd, 2016

South Dakota traffic

South Dakota, bear on the road
Yep, there was a bear on the road.

Monday, November 17th, 2014

November in the Palatinate

November in the Palatinate

Sunday, January 26th, 2014

El Jable

A road through El Jable, Lanzarote

Wednesday, April 17th, 2013

Term, week 3

Week 3 of any given term is usually when I manage to come up for air a bit, and it is no different this term round … you think you’re (really to reasonably) well prepared, and then term starts, and despite you being prepared things that could not be done any sooner/in advance need doing at short notice and a ton of unexpected stuff happens and also you once again forgot that teaching is actually really exhausting and thus you end up doing nothing much but work and eat and sleep. Which is what happened. Also, there was snow on the ground until last week, and yesterday was the first day that one could walk around without wearing one’s winter coat, gloves, a hat and a scarf, so there was nothing much to photograph anyway. The croci have finally started blooming, as have the snowdrops, so maybe spring is finally here … although they’re forecasting cold weather again. But, yes, longish silence: caused by term. No worries. Only workies.

au département de la Haute-Marne

au département de la Haute-Marne

Monday, April 1st, 2013



Sunday, February 24th, 2013

Dans le département des Vosges

dans le département des Vosges

Sunday, September 23rd, 2012

The roads of summer’s ending

I haven’t been posting very much – besides photos I took over the course of the last couple of months and that were stored precisely for times of a dearth of new input, and that one can set to auto-post at certain times – because I’ve been spending the last weeks in libraries mostly, and most of what I’ve been looking at are books and computer screens (either online journals [libraries with access to the MLA or JSTOR or EBSCO or even LEXIS-NEXIS Academic, how do I love thee, let me count the ways … it must be so convenient to be able to simply log into these resources whenever one wants to, I cannot imagine… *sigh*] or my own comptuer keeping a log of what I have read and browsed [dear humanities friends, we really ought to start putting abstracts in front of every article we write, yes?]).

But today was a) Saturday, b) sunny and c) I really needed some fresh air in my face and brain, and so I took some hours off from the research-and-thinking grind (am right back on it now) and so here are some photos from today’s excursion. I think this is it for exciting side-trips – I’ve got to be back in Flensburg by the start of October and there’s so much research and thinking still to be done that I don’t think I’ll get it all done, no matter how hard I try (argh) (thinking takes time). I really really need to figure out a way to access academic journals etc from Flensburg, otherwise I think my career is that much closer to being doomed, simply because not having any/needing to travel places to get it makes the playing field that much more unequal, without anyone taking that factor into account (my collection of library membership cards, let me show you it). And its really frustrating, to boot*. (No, we really don’t have any. Trufax.) (There’s got to be a way, right? [Cue academic despair, since it isn’t like I haven’t been trying to find one for the last five years. Unsuccessfully.]) (Yes yes, whine whine on the highest levels, I know. Still: research, kind of essential for my job.) GRAH.

But ANYWAY, no posting about academic despair, posting of nice forest scenery! Here, have another one:

*Don’t get me wrong – its not as if we in FL don’t know the problem exists, or that it is a problem – there simply isn’t enough money to buy access to these databases … and I am really grateful that I DID get to go away for a month and do research, and our library really does all it can.
It’s just … other people have these things at their fingetips *all the time …* – and explaining why you are in someone’s library and would like a library card and that yes, it really is kind of necessary for your work … gets a bit tedious. Also the pitying/condescending air some people get. “We do good work up in the North,” you want to exclaim emphatically, “and that we kind of do it with our hands tied behind our back makes it not worth any less!” (It’s, well, like having a INT -2 stat caused by some artificial obstruction to make up for – it’s not a natural -2 on your stat. So don’t treat it like that, more priviledged library dudes! [Not that one should if it actually were.])

Saturday, May 19th, 2012

And straight on ’til morning.

Monday, March 12th, 2012

Dothan, AL

Today I spent most of my day in and around the Talladega National Forest, where the weather went from sunny to overcast, and thus the scenery from colorful to much less so (a lot of the trees a still bare, with the leaves just sprouting, so there’s not a lot of greenery around as of right now). (I’ve added some photos to the photo album I linked in the last post.) From the Talladega Forest I drove southwards, stopping by in Enterprise – a little for the name but mostly because they have a monument to honor the Boll Weevil there. It’s as quirky and strange as the idea would indicate. It’s also stuck in the middle of a busy intersection with no pedestrian access to it, so taking photos of it is hard and good angles are impossible. But I crossed the street a couple of times at the pedestrian lights, probably bemusing the shop vendors next to the lights (though most likely they’re used it it, them being in guide books and all). One apparently’s gotta make do, on the quest of taking in all the details of the “My Boll Weevil, let me show you it!” monument.

I’ve also learned that there’s a lot more water in Alabama than I expected – there are lakes and bogs and puddles everywhere! Also more mountains, but those surprised me less. But definitely a lot of distinct units of water (of which I took no photos, so there are only shots of hills to be had!).

Friday, October 21st, 2011

Once upon a Thursday in September

So, here’s part one of a slightly late travelogue from three weeks ago (I initially typed a light travelogue, and while that is not quite what I wanted to say, it woll most likely be true, as well. Light on text, heavy on image.) So, three weeks and a day ago I took my car and started my leisurely journey towards Kirchen and Filkcontinental, the plan for which was to take small country roads instead of the major highways.  I like driving when I am somewhere else on holiday, but I don’t like doing it when its just getting-straight-from-a-to-b-on-a-major-highways (boooring), and since I had enough holiday days for 2011 left over (having not gone anywhere this summer), I just took an additional one off and left on Thursday.

On the way down I stopped in Hamburg for a while, to attend a recording of the TV show Topfgeldjäger, of which I can only show you a picture of my entry ticket, as photographing is not allowed at all. (It’s [maybe exclusively, but certainly partially] due to the fact that that would spoil the whole ‘live broadcast’ illusion they have going.]) If I were them, I’d use the staff photographer they have on hand anyway to offer taking pictures of the attendees with the people on the show, and then emailing them to the attendees on the day after the broadcast. Or even to print them out, have them signed by the stars, and them mail them to people. Both for a small (or not so small, for option b) fee, of course. But no-one asked me, so that potential goldmine of money shall remain unexplored – and a photo of but the ticket for you there shall remain here.

Lots of prettier things to show, at any rate, and a photo was never central to my attendance there, so fair enough. (I went to see how the camera works that they use to zoom into cooking pots and pans and ovens with, and learned its secrets I have, so all is good. Also, fun times.) But I digress.

Since the day was getting on a bit by then I took the highway until close to Bremen and then opted for the ‘scenic route’ option in the navigation system, which took me down small country roads, ever southwards. I caught the sun setting over the Dümmer See and then spent my night in Osnabrück, and then heading off to Bad Iburg early the next morning, to look around there, before driving through the Hochsauerland to Kirchen. (Which will be in the Friday part of this travel report).

Tuesday, October 11th, 2011

On Autumn’s Road



Saturday, April 16th, 2011

Adieu, slow journeys

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Never again will we hear stamping on the road
The lively foot of a horse on the burning cobbles;
Adieu, slow journeys, distant noises that one hears,
The laughter of the passersby, the slow turning of the wheel,
The unexpected bend on varying slopes,
A friend met, the hours forgotten,
The hope of arriving late in the wild place.

Distance and time are defeated. Science
Traces around the earth a sad and straight road.
The world is reduced by our experience
And the equator is only too narrow a ring.
Chance is no longer. Everyone will slip along his line
Immobile in the single place which departure allots him,
Immersed in a silent and cold calculation.

A. de Vigny

Tuesday, March 29th, 2011

“Do you not want, Servius, to rule yourself and to remember that you were born a man?”*

Two yellow roads to follow diverged ... and there was no undergrowth to be found.

Or something. Yeah, the not-so-creative merging of Robert Frost and The Wizard of Oz, that’s done with now. Other than that, I am restless, and writing, and nostalgic. Feelings/occupations which are kind of related, but also exist independently from one another. I also am glad that spring is finally here, and we’re back on summer time (I want to keep it always). Living in the North, it really is not for me. Also, lets put those boats back in the sea! Let’s get some sailing in, before we get much older.

*Servius Sulcipius Rufus to Cicero. Epistulae ad familiars, IV, 5: M. Tulli Ciceronis Epistulae, vol 1, Oxford UP, 1982, 111-12