l'éléphant barrit

l'éléphant barrit
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I think I want to live in france...

This is one of the classical situations where you can only loose...

You're walking home from the bar, having had some beer, so you are already walking more relaxed than you should. At the far end of the street you see the siluette of a really hot girl, walking towards you. She get's closer, a really hot blonde, wow, is she hot. You start to realize it feels a bit windy down there. Damn, the zipper is open. You are confused. What do I do, do I close it, showing her that it was open? Do I hope she does not realize it and just walk past her? Whoaaaa. HELP! OK, just pretend everything is fine, hope that she does not see that you are wearing the most ugly shorts beneath, smile, do not be emberassed, behave normal. Damned. She has a big grin on her face. She saw it. Even after you tried to pull your shirt over it. Sinking into the ground. AAARGHHHHH. YOU LOOSE.

The dangers of blogging...

Ouch. (found on surfmania)

Yesterday was the meeting of our bosses with the project reviewers. Seems that the reviewers were stating that it is a really interesting project, in a good state and making progress fast. For sure they confused something or were at a different meeting.

In other news: Congrats Scousers!

I would like to say: I do not know what I did wrong the last eight years... But unfortunately I kow. Tonight I danced away with a hot hungarian engineer and with a hot sports student, tomorrow I hopefully will meet a hot biologist. Something is different this Bergkirchweih. Maybe I'm turning human...

Found on the Website of O Publico

It's mine. Hands, lots of hands, are trying to get the first Stein of beer distributed at the opening of the Bergkirchweih in Erlangen (Germany). Inhabitants and tourists celebrate the 250th anniversary of tihs traditional festival.

(Very loose translation by me...)

[Edit] Sorry for the spelling errors...

I just like bars where they play songs like Paracetamoxyfrusebendroneomycin
(More info about the album here, more about the bar on Cogumelos Aporcalhados).

Dear people who are not yet born,

if you read this post somewhere in the google archive after google has taken over the world organisation, or if you read this in a handritten note somebody made just shortly before the internet broke down: please ask your friendly neighbourhood mad scientist to borrow you his/her time machine and set the coordinates to here...

Very Bad Idea (TM)...

Famnous last words: "Du kommst doch noch mit ins HaWo, oder?" "Hmmmmm. Warum nicht".

Brazil is also an option...

Congrats, Pool. As a wise man keeps saying: the horizon is red.

What a crap day. I am seriously considering going into a monastery for the next couple of months...

Not only I fucked up the data taking, the students lab experiment I had to tutor died today, I have a huge pile of work which never will get done,...

So, maybe becoming a monk is an option.

Just discovered that by making a little mistake in a script I fucked up a week of datataking. Seems I am really good in working in a chaotic environment... I should not show up the next couple of weeks up in HH, as I will for sure be killed by some people, multiple times.

Just talked to one of our coordinators (we have a big bunch of them, actually we have more coordinators than people who actually do work...). So, the last two weeks we recabled the whole detector, changing the paths where the cables are running. We shorted some of the cables, glued front plates to some of our electronic boards, took data, analised the data, discussed how to procedd, tried to figure out how to beat the noise down, programmed a bit (This might not sound like a lot of work, but it keeps you busy for some time...). That only being the stuff relevant to the detector. I also had stuff to do for general university business, like attending faculty board, writing the minutes for that, meetings with various people, tutoring, etc.

Comment from our coordinator: "So nothing was done the last two weeks." Well, not really. We just hung around and did nothing...

There are people who work more, and yes, I could have done a bit more, as there was still a significant amount of time I spent for hanging around with friends and doing stuff I did not really need to do. But you might get my point...

Foto: Ding Xiaochun/AP/Xinhua, via Publico

There are some problems if you get old...

I just chatted quite a long time with a really nice girl, she's something like nineteen or twenty. As I am getting quite old now, I also start being hard of hearing. So I turned always my ear towards her. Which looked a bit like I was staring at her breasts (they were something to stare at though...). Not quite the best impression to make...

[Edit] Well, maybe it's not because of old age. Maybe it has something to do with aclohol. Which is a shaky theory, because I only had too much beer and cocktails, not much too much beer and cocktails. And some of the beer would not really qualify as beer. I also remember most of the evening...