Stayed up until like 4 AM and it's quite a surreal experience to do shit in the kitchen and drink wine while everyone sane in the household has long gone to sleep.
Still woke up at like seven in the morning, so time is no longer out of joint.
Anyway, I have 4 days to prepare for a presentation and an exam. I'm going to have to talk like 20-30 minutes about Cao Yu's Thunderstorm, so I'm going to quickly re-read it, re-check my sources and then assemble some power point shit to stream to the people at the uni workshop.
And of course I'll have to listen to what the others present about. It'll be like a miniature scientific conference. With wool gloves. And training wheels.
Last exam is some introductory course to Buddhism or something. Couldn't attend it because my Chinese Language course clashed with it in the time-table.
200IQ organisation skills at work at the Far-Eastern Institute.
But I have this 250 pages long note thing I sold my soul to the devil for so I'm confident I'll succeed. I'll make amends with even a B.
All after a day of rest of course.
Picked up some books again.
Spent my store credit and got this volume of Mao's writings from the 56-75 period.
I want to say that "It's for historical and research purposes" and I'd be right and most people would accept it, but I would lie if said I'm not also living out some weird ideological fantasy by owning "relics" like these.
The edition itself is another one of those unmarked books with no ISBN, no translator credited and without a publisher. Supposedly these were "restricted materials" for the Hungarian Socialist Worker's Party. This is the 129th copy.
Also got a volume on Babits's translationwork. This will be assigned reading next semester for the "History of Hungarian Literary Translation".
We had to read some of his works on the topic this semester, and from what I can gather we're a bit akin, as in, he has a set of principles as a set of demands but he deviates from them immediately when functionality demands it. >>66202
No it was a snippet from an interview one Ernst posted maybe some years ago where he said that it doesn't matter if we made something up, since it's ultimately all part of reality and I referred to this on the topic of the performativity of culture and why we're able to watch a play as if it were both real and fake at the same time.
>I have to wonder how much he has exaggerated when attacking austrian society and culture
Personally my mind instantly replaced every mention of Austria in those sentences with Hungary and it still worked perfectly and I went "true, true" each time he went on a rant like that.
I guess it's just a very central European thing to vehemently attack your cultural sphere and people.
It's this feeling of wanting to go away, but realising that no matter what you do, going away won't ever fix it, since every other foreign environment will forever stay foreign. Even if you hate the place, you will never truly escape it in your mind.
Austria is a "good" place to live in. At least I think so. People here treat it like the Buddha's Western Paradise. At least in the material sense.
But culturally it's a bit posh, at least as an outsider. Fancy castles, opera, orchestras, waltzes, kitsch Heimatfilme about the alps.
It can be a bit tiresome and irritating, because it's very much codified, rigid and chauvinistic.
Austria is very "cultured".