What with the colourful season still continuing lovely and non-rainy, it wouldn't be fitting to fill this entry with academic angst. Suffice it to say that writing a good PhD isn't enough to guarantee a career at the uni; during the next couple of years I should find ome time to study and teach, to go abroad for a few months to do some serious networking among my foreign colleagues, to publish in all kinds of journals and appear in all sorts of conferences - and to learn coding. And, of course, to write an excellent and groundbreaking doctoral thesis.
I promise to do all this if someone pays me.
Anyhoo, it's not all that bad. Yesterday evening Juska and I went out to see this band called Ralli-Olga - two young women and an accordion who have an unashamedly girly attitude (and by girly I don't mean the pink-and-blonde-and-squeaky kind) to making music. And a great matter-of-fact sense of comedy. And a kazoo. Amid all this cynicism and postmodern cleverness it's nice to hear songs about dead hamsters and Russian women farmers for a change.
I promise to do all this if someone pays me.
Anyhoo, it's not all that bad. Yesterday evening Juska and I went out to see this band called Ralli-Olga - two young women and an accordion who have an unashamedly girly attitude (and by girly I don't mean the pink-and-blonde-and-squeaky kind) to making music. And a great matter-of-fact sense of comedy. And a kazoo. Amid all this cynicism and postmodern cleverness it's nice to hear songs about dead hamsters and Russian women farmers for a change.
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