(Symphony for a human voice, 3 soloists, chorus, computer keyboard, calculator, water glass, wood, tin foil, CD player, office utensils, two bed sheets and a beer bottle)
Today, I felt like the Netherlands most of the time [Chorus: low mumbles of disbelief]. This unlikely comparison came from the fact that everything about me seemed below sea level today: my motivation for work, for life, for sports, for doing anything that requires even the slightest effort. Not even my usual back up plans for low motivation (doing work related emails [hesitant tapping on computer keyboard], cleaning my office [muffled sounds of utensils being shuffled around], organizing my travels in the near future [somewhat more enthusiastic tapping on computer keyboard]) seemed to help today [Chorus: slightly spoken "o-h-os"]). I have to write yet ANOTHER application for a scholarship [Chorus: angry "oh no!!"] - the 7th this year (so during this very young year of 2008, I've written an average of 1.75 applications per month, how about that?? [wild tapping on calculator]). I just had the most annoying and stressful two weeks ever, which included a presentation at our graduate college, during which my supervisor, of all people, cross fired my project [Chorus: hissing and "ts,ts"] - suggesting that, which is worst of all, Foucault is not a genius (like I think he is), but a questionable theorist to follow when it comes to the history of sexuality [Chorus: laughter of slight, sceptical disbelief]. (I know, it's ridiculous.)
I was also supposed to go to my second rowing class (I nearly drowned during first class last week [Chorus: shocked "oh no!!"], but although the day started with sunshine it had begun to drizzle [light splashing around of water], so I really didn't feel like going at all [Chorus: emphatical sounds of agreement]. The consequence of this being, of course, that the others (in case they attend the class) would be way ahead of me and probably ready to enter the Olympic rowing team by the time I go again next week (but who cares? since clearly, participating in the Olympics might cause all sort of problems for my political conscience [Chorus: hesitant discussions in the background about China and the unlikely way of the Olympic flame around the world, preferably in French]).
On top of everything else, I have a bad cough since last Friday [Soloist 1: dry cough, with no snot coming up] so in the past nights I've slept very badly [sound of bedsheets being tossed around], waking up coughing [Soloist 1: dry cough, with no snot coming up] at such unlikely times as 5am without really being able to go back to sleep again. Hmpf. [Chorus: Hmpf.]
But then, a miracle happen [Chorus: curious and relieved "AAaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"]. I finally wound up going to rowing class, and we got in our boat [Chorus: uncoordinated and chaotic movement, feet tapping against wood, water splashing], I was in the first postion [Soloist 2: "Of course!"] and I started with my slush, eeeeeeeek, swish, ploufff/ slush, eeeeeeeeek, swish, ploufff [sound of water being stirred, wood tapping against water] and the others tuned in [somewhat more chaotic and multiple sounds of of water being stirred, wood tapping against water] and, what can I tell you? It was fantastic! [CD player tunning in with "Halleluja!!!! Halleluja!!!!"]
So now I'm back to being Austria again, the strange yet beautiful country of high mountains and deep lakes and incestuous relationships [CD player tunning in with "The Hills are alive..."], and I think that on top of a cold beer [sound of a beer bottle plopping open] I deserve a baci [Soloist 3: smack of a kiss] - no, not an Italian kiss [Chorus: pityful "Ooooooooooooooh!"] but an Italian sweet [sound of tin foil being unwrapped].
Today, I felt like the Netherlands most of the time [Chorus: low mumbles of disbelief]. This unlikely comparison came from the fact that everything about me seemed below sea level today: my motivation for work, for life, for sports, for doing anything that requires even the slightest effort. Not even my usual back up plans for low motivation (doing work related emails [hesitant tapping on computer keyboard], cleaning my office [muffled sounds of utensils being shuffled around], organizing my travels in the near future [somewhat more enthusiastic tapping on computer keyboard]) seemed to help today [Chorus: slightly spoken "o-h-os"]). I have to write yet ANOTHER application for a scholarship [Chorus: angry "oh no!!"] - the 7th this year (so during this very young year of 2008, I've written an average of 1.75 applications per month, how about that?? [wild tapping on calculator]). I just had the most annoying and stressful two weeks ever, which included a presentation at our graduate college, during which my supervisor, of all people, cross fired my project [Chorus: hissing and "ts,ts"] - suggesting that, which is worst of all, Foucault is not a genius (like I think he is), but a questionable theorist to follow when it comes to the history of sexuality [Chorus: laughter of slight, sceptical disbelief]. (I know, it's ridiculous.)
I was also supposed to go to my second rowing class (I nearly drowned during first class last week [Chorus: shocked "oh no!!"], but although the day started with sunshine it had begun to drizzle [light splashing around of water], so I really didn't feel like going at all [Chorus: emphatical sounds of agreement]. The consequence of this being, of course, that the others (in case they attend the class) would be way ahead of me and probably ready to enter the Olympic rowing team by the time I go again next week (but who cares? since clearly, participating in the Olympics might cause all sort of problems for my political conscience [Chorus: hesitant discussions in the background about China and the unlikely way of the Olympic flame around the world, preferably in French]).
On top of everything else, I have a bad cough since last Friday [Soloist 1: dry cough, with no snot coming up] so in the past nights I've slept very badly [sound of bedsheets being tossed around], waking up coughing [Soloist 1: dry cough, with no snot coming up] at such unlikely times as 5am without really being able to go back to sleep again. Hmpf. [Chorus: Hmpf.]
But then, a miracle happen [Chorus: curious and relieved "AAaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"]. I finally wound up going to rowing class, and we got in our boat [Chorus: uncoordinated and chaotic movement, feet tapping against wood, water splashing], I was in the first postion [Soloist 2: "Of course!"] and I started with my slush, eeeeeeeek, swish, ploufff/ slush, eeeeeeeeek, swish, ploufff [sound of water being stirred, wood tapping against water] and the others tuned in [somewhat more chaotic and multiple sounds of of water being stirred, wood tapping against water] and, what can I tell you? It was fantastic! [CD player tunning in with "Halleluja!!!! Halleluja!!!!"]
So now I'm back to being Austria again, the strange yet beautiful country of high mountains and deep lakes and incestuous relationships [CD player tunning in with "The Hills are alive..."], and I think that on top of a cold beer [sound of a beer bottle plopping open] I deserve a baci [Soloist 3: smack of a kiss] - no, not an Italian kiss [Chorus: pityful "Ooooooooooooooh!"] but an Italian sweet [sound of tin foil being unwrapped].
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