Monday, January 30, 2012

what a week

2011 November - December - 2012 January 1st half
GET STARTED YOU FOOL (that's me being annoyed because of my "dieselism")

2011.12.22
promotor KDJ is confused about the thesis topic
me thinking: "how the hell can you still be confused about the topic??? I talked to you, e-mailed you, talked to that professor and that professor... do you even listen?"
me politely saying: "my thesis regards the left wing of the Egmont palace"
her saying: "ah then I can't be your promotor, that's 19th century"
... so she does have a week spot in the extensive collection of specialties: the 19th century
ah well, let's start looking for a wannabe-promotor and in the mean time GET STARTED

2012.01.20
the cold diesel started running - yihaaa, finally!

I had gathered everything for "take-off": read some books to get me into the topic, arranged access to the thesis building (Egmont palace), contacted several institutions, architects and archives, talked to both the promotor TC and co-promotor BVdW for their advice and, quite important, I had a table of contents...

let's start rolling!!! :D

2012.01.21
oh the irony... Murphy apparently had it in for me
"you have one new e-mail"... from the new promotor... regarding the thesis... on a Saturday morning... sent Friday night at 11PM
ok for the e-mail, the promotor and the topic... but the timing didn't exactly promise any good
promotor: "I received an e-mail from an historian working on a book on the Egmont palace. He has a contract with the archive and doesn't want to share his information with you" (summary of the e-mail)
me thinking: "fair enough, I'll manage on my own"
promotor continuing: "It's an exclusivity contract. I suggest you choose a new topic"
me: "WHAT????" *tears, fury, tears again, desparation, the feeling of an unseen upcoming capacity to drag the historian (let's call him anonymously Jack Az) via the promotors digital e-mail line from his "exclusive" trone through all digital lines available, preferably as uncomfortable as possible, to strangle him personally (although strangulation seems so humane...)*

now, I know, I didn't work that much yet, but that's not the point... this SUCKS

2012.01.23
no clue what to do now... it's the intermediate presentations this week, do I present or not
talk to professor KVB: "It's important you present; I think your promotor might be overreacting"
right... good thing I talked to him since I wasn't planning on finishing the presentation
hopes up that TC is indeed overreacting

2012.01.24
logical thinking: scientists (whether exact or human) make their research to increase knowledge on whatever topic they're working on
in other words: people are always working on parallel topics and sharing their research... I don't see the problem

2012.01.25
talk to promotor TC: "The historian is threatening with lawyers. I don't wanna be promotor of this"
me again: "WHAT????"

2012.01.26 AM
I'm presenting my research  in the most apathetic way ever
when I'm finished the discussion starts:
LV: "what's exactly the problem? cause I don't get it" - KDJ: "Jack Az" - TC: "he has an exclusivity contract with the archive" - KDJ: "it's not a private archive, it has an agreement with the university; I'll mail the responsible" - TC: "I don't wanna be involved in this; I had some issues with this man before; I will not be promotor" - KDJ: "ok, I will take over" - LV: "but why do we need to be diplomatic with somebody who's not diplomatic with us?" - KDJ: "if I have to send threatening letters to everyone who wants some information on my research..." - TC: "he's a frustrated academic who hates this university" ...
in the course of this discussion I see a little light at the end of the tunnel: KDJ on a warhorse leading her troups as a Joan of Arc to battle to Jack Az... *yes! I found the humor in the situation :)*
... KDJ: "I've never heard of this kind of exclusivity contracts" - LV: "this is only working parallel on the same topic" - KVB: "we can turn this around; he can use her information" - TC: "no, he's not that type of guy" ...
* KDJ of Arc is discussing tactics with her troups, fully armoured, her servants are armoured her noble and very big steed, ... my imagination is further running wild on battle field, army tents... TC is deserting the army; LV is going through his negotiation techniques*
... LV: "let's put a deadline" - KDJ: "two weeks, if it's not clear then, you'll have to change"
me, still a bit apathetic but happier with the battle thoughts: "ok"

2012.01.26 PM
e-mail from promotor KDJ, formerly known as ex-promotor, more formerly known as promotor with tips
response with some questions on my behalf, including "to avoid any confusion, are you my promotor again?"
her reaction, and I quote: "yes, you're stuck with me again" (I'm not joking, this is what she wrote :D)

secondly I wanna read the e-mails of Jack Az... if I will meet him again, and no longer promotor TC says I will, I wanna know how I can cover myself against him
... and it's worse than I thought: after a polite expression of his concerns in e-mail 1, a manifestation of nepotism in e-mail 2 by forwarding e-mails from Jack Az to the particular archive and a former prime minister (WHAT????) threatening with court cases, swinging with the exclusivity contract again, juggling with expressions like "I will not throw my research for a scramble", "it's an unwritten law that unpublished research will be protected", "doesn't your university have deontological ethics"

oh dude... what do you take me for???
btw, sanctimoniousness, vendetta whatever... but don't call your working-method deontology
I met and e-mailed you three months ago, you agreed to a co-operation
take your frustrations out on someone else and don't threat me like a fool!

to make a long story short... there is still hope, although it's tiny, but! there IS hope that I can continue
*feew*

2012.01.27
I need some rest... three days of everything but thesis related issues
11h32: call from the internship supervisor (who suggested the Egmont palace as a topic and got me in contact with Jack Az)... are you fucking kidding me?: "how is the situation evolving now?" - me: "call my professors, communication will go through them" - he: "ah ok, cause I phoned "Jack Az" and I think it is actually inevitable that you change your topic"
oh common... for three days... can't you leave me alone just for three days... I wanted to have a concern-free weekend

2012.01.28
e-mail from promotor KDJ... oh why the hell to I keep on opening my e-mails on a weekend???: (summarized) "you'll have to change your topic" - of course I do - "this situation is a scoop to me though, I have never before come across practices like this, didn't know exclusivity contracts existed" - I'm flattered to be on the front line of this scoop

ach ja...

anyone has a thesis topic available? 

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

message to the world

to all of you...

I LOVE YOU!!!

ik hou van je
σ'αγαπω
ti amo
te quiero
je t'adore
ich liebe dich
ek is lief vir jou
jeg elsker dig
lu` bin ta
te dua
aishiteru
volim te
kocham ciebie
eu te amo
sarana hevo
obicham te
ninapenda wewe
taim i' ngra leat
saya cinta padamu
seni seviyorum
ya tebya liubliu
愛你
أحبك


SPREAD THE WORD!!!

Monday, January 16, 2012

the quest

personal quest of the year: self-confidence in singing

according to ... (wanted to say popular, but that might seem like I'm bragging) ... my friends' opinion, I have a nice voice
first of all: they walked in on me while I was singing, or heard me somewhere I didn't notice it
my brain/body/soul or whatever seems to have an ultra-sonar radar scanning my environment every second on the presence of humans with ears, cause once I notice someone hears me singing, a defence mechanism is activated and my volume goes from 10 to -6
(the minus meaning red cheeks, something seeming to throttle me and the general feeling of "I wanna be invisible for the next three weeks)

step 1: record yourself and don't die of laughter when relistening
day 1: fail... needed resuscitation

step 2: relisten the recordings over and over again
day 2-4: ok, we're getting used to it, although it seems unbelievably weird

step 3: let a dear friend you trust hear the recordings
day 5: great, she didn't laugh at me (thanx Than_I :))

step 4: DON'T let an acquiantance hear the recordings
day 6: fail... he laughed

step 5: start over again

step 6: try new songs
day 7: he! found a song that fits my voice... fuck the acquaintance :p

step 7: choose a song you wanna perform life for the conductors of your choir
day 8-13: oh f*ck serious dilemma

step 8: don't think, just sing
day 14: coming up next Sunday (fingers crossed for me please)

Thursday, January 12, 2012

the irony of art history

following the previous post, I have an announcement to make (I'm a little bit proud of myself :))

the cold diesel started rolling :D
hurray!! now let's hope we'll get to full speed in a bit

feat of the day: reading the entire monography written on the Egmontpalace (the thesis subject of course)
after hours and hours of getting to know how the counts of Egmont lived and left their premises, how the dukes of Arenberg had decadent parties, how one count was decapitated, the other emprisoned, another chased away, again another duke returned, bought, built, rebuilt after a fire, restored after the French soldiers, bought another piece of land, built again, sold in the end, parceled out part of his park etc... I got to the part of history where my thesis subject was built (by the way, I needed this history (15th to 19thC) for a general knowing of the complex, in case you're wondering why I didn't skip it)

the left aisle, upper square building and adjoining galery on the picture - copyright hln.be

although I knew there hasn't been much research on this aisle (that's why I'm making the thesis of course), I was expecting at least a page or a paragraph on the building

so... me: reading reading reading - "ah, a note on the aisle" - reading reading reading...
and arriving at once in the 20thC...

... wait a sec... 
the aisle was built in 1835... where did I miss the info?
f*ck: the note was everything
eh... so not much research is an understatement...

oh, the irony of art history... reading and reading and getting to know everything about everyone and anything you don't need to know and not finding what you're actually looking for...
mmm... why is there a sarcastic similarity in the search for true love, for the guy you like, the one who loves you for who you are, the tall handsome stranger who's gonna put your world upside down, the...

...oops sorry... drifting off of the subject :)

lesson for today: keep on looking, keep on reading, keep on swimming
ah well... more historiographical credit for me in the end then 

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

unexpected colours III

as you all (probably) know I love colour
especially unexpected colours in unexpected places

some weeks ago I visited the cathedral of Antwerp and bumped (not literally of course, wouldn't be in keeping with my education as art historian and conservator of monuments but soit) into this little statue of the Virga Jesse (a specific edition of Mother and Son)
















bright turquoise... didn't see that coming :)

Thursday, January 5, 2012

cold diesel

oh boy...

I should beat myself on the head with a stick (and everybody around me should do that too)

the intermediate thesis presentations are in less than three weeks and I have...
... nothing...

nothing in this case actually means nothing
it doesn't imply "I have part of my historical investigation, but it's close to nothing"
it doesn't mean "I took pictures of the entire building and put them in a ppt, but that's it"
it doesn't even comes down to "I have a clear view on my content, but nothing else"

it actually means nothing
a couple of books are surrounding me (like a gang of tigers approaching a wounded springbok), yelling "read me" - "no me!!" - "I'm more important"
I have to get started but each and every time I forget that getting started takes some time
like trying to get a cold diesel up to 180km/h in 5 minutes...

you'd think that a bit of deadline stress should get me going
unfortunately, for once it's shifting towards panic

not a slight form of panic, no... a massive panic scene à la Chicken Run (100 hens screaming and running around like a headless chicken)

oh boy... time management and me :(

ni goe bezig...