tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163103232012-01-28T03:08:06.858+01:00Real Life Through the Looking-Glass. A Life With Dystonia.Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.comBlogger3461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-3187215078512458932012-01-23T02:59:00.000+01:002012-01-23T03:25:24.165+01:00

We talked a little while about this ache as if I hadn’t any. “You probably wouldn’t know,” she said convincingly. “No, I couldn’t possibly,” I said  — sarcasm unnoticed seemingly. “You know, my back is really aching so terribly that I could cry,” said she, continuing, “I’d kill for the ache to go away.” I kept myself together as though my pain in the back, neck, or wherever would be something I’

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...unless it's to late. Again, hire media-savvy people, lawyers in the background. If you are out of options admit everything the media knows, nothing else. Oh, wait, no, this might've already backfired. New strategy: the attorneys are going to publish ‘all’ unanswered questions. Hint: don't publish them later than 6am if you promised to publish them first thing in the morning. (People may

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…that’s what we want to have or get from each other. Telling the truth. That simple. Nothing more. Ain’t too hard, is it? If you threaten (read: ‘ask’) the yellow press to not release (read: ‘postpone’) a little something of yourself, be honest and tell the truth, up front. Apologies excepted — more or less, media-wise. Do not wait several weeks, though, it might backfire. If your

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Sometimes I don’t really get much sleep. I guess an appeal to the European Court for Solar and Lunar Rights will do it. I just want to get sunrise and sunset be switched. An easy case. Unless the UK objects. (Silly mockery, in case you haven’t figured.)

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There is a tiny flaw in the delivery system: when things are delivered usually no one is actually at home. UPS, in my case, would’ve returned my delivery back to its sender after three failed attempts.Ah, isn’t that great? First delivery: 2:14pm. Second: 2:04pm, next day. I sensed a pattern (and thus looked into the future) and immediately called the 49-cent-per-minute support line. I told them I

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“Don't you step on my blue suede shoes,” figuratively says Cameron. The Guardian.co.uk: “Cameron cuts Britain adrift in Europe with treaty veto” read on... The Independent.co.uk: [comment] “John Lichfield: Cameron has played a poor hand badly” read comment... New York Times.com: “Britain’s Veto Opens Gap With Continent” “German Vision Prevails as Leaders Agree on Fiscal Treaty” read

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[P]eople close to me don’t really know anymore that I am actually suffering from a neurological movement disorder. [...] I might’ve a little harsh on that. I am truly sorry, my apologies. The general idea, though, is still on as there is a misperception of my condition.

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The last I checked I still had that little thing called ‘cervical dystonia’. In fact, I’d even had a doctor’s appointment dealing with it by jamming needles into my neck. For that matter, I kind of double-checked. Anyone with severe symptoms, perhaps without proper treatment or none at all, of dystonia — not necessarily limited to cervical — would call me crazy if I complained about people

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Dr. Serious was at service the other day. I felt that kind of tension right from the very beginning when he introduced himself. A steady but not too firm handshake as if closing a deal up front. Silently, the two of us walked into his room with not appealing but standard equipment. Inside I lost my jacket, my scarf on a piece of furniture. I was a bit nervous as it was the first time we met.

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In 2003, the first time I ever watched a ‘strange’ match with players bumping into each other (and quite differently from what I’ve known — however little — of American Football). My head, at this time, was as twisted as the rules of rugby. I remember I was lying on the couch watching several games, clueless of any rules. Later on I was an expert on terms and rules (believe it or not!). The ‘All

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It is always a little strange to listen to “Fly Away”. It reminds me of a (strangely) great time at Hanover during ‘Cebit’ — 6pm when the imaginary curtains fell, insane parties started either right at a booth or later on at an (undisclosed, partly) even stranger location. Now, when I imagine myself in the same situation I would panic all day long, second after second. On the other hand, I

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Berlin public transportation randomly (I guess) changed the schedules of regular-length trains on Sundays. The fact that these trains are a little overcrowded, apparently, doesn’t reach any executives. Shorter trains and a 10-min-schedule, yes, this does the trick of everyone's beloved crowding. Well done! Thank you very much! For me, who is ‘slightly’ sensitive to crowding in general, every

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A meeting where I almost jerked: I was confident, it were just another meeting. I walked right into to it by shaking hands with the supposed head of this meeting. Nothing wrong (nor weird) so far, just a little tense of my muscles. In fact, I already knew him. Then, he presented this extremely small room. Inside me, the imagination of a reasonably large room crushed immediately and apparently

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A young woman at 4th floor, who'd had all windows open all the time, moved out. She occasionally had been on the phone leaning out of the window such that anyone could 'enjoy' her talking (and whining). At 2nd floor, there had been a very quiet guy. There isn't much to tell about him, except that his windows had been shut almost all time. He moved out, too. Recently, a couple has moved in at

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Nope. Releases on WikiLeaks without redactions make this quite unlikely, impossible, I'd say. WikiLeaks apparently pulled the trigger, and there is no way to return to 'normal service'. This is simply over, forever. And presumably for clones and wannabes: game over. I guess we will return to pre-WikiLeak-ean whistleblowing: just leaking things to newspapers. Isn't this an established way,

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Watching people walking around makes me a little bit jealous, I realized today (again). It sounds a bit silly: watching all these people, I envied every single person. They walked from one point, carelessly in a way, to another as if it were nothing. Surely, it is nothing under normal circumstances, as they don't tend to abruptly tilt their heads, I guess. I can't even remember the last time I'd

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A couple of weeks (months, actually) ago, I discovered Tiny Core Linux. Yesterday, I installed it on a USB drive (with some extensions, like a browser [currently running Chromium 13.0.782.112]). Just now, I am running this very little linux (I guess the name explains all, anyway), and in fact, writing this very post. (I'm excited, I don't know about you!). I plugged-in the USB drive, booted,

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hmm, well, yes, I am officially hooked: Queens of the Stone Age. I run this piece over and over again... ...can't stop. Live recording from Stockholm, 2002.

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Consider an imaginary case: someone with a movement disorder (like: cervical dystonia) posts feelings, thoughts, details on treatments, or other things on the internet so that others could possibly benefit from them (or just follow the stories out of curiosity). With realnames, this would be over instantly. Who wants to come 'out' with such stories when you're an employee (this includes PhD/

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I admit that I like to listen to the (almost compelling, yes, listen to the beginnings!) sounds of Metallica's "Battery" (take the S&M recordings and you're 'in'). Yes, spinning the wheels on the home trainer is a little bit more fun this way. The lyrics ain't that nice, I suppose. That's just an example... Our extremely annoying ambitious Minister of Interior Affairs wants anyone to reveal him

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'v29' is the tag I assinged to my data using 'git'. I wished I could post something like 'ground-breaking data found in patient X42-99'. The truth is, it's been pretty much the same. The only thing noteworthy is the speed of it: Luckily, I could avoid the annoying nurse (by 'causally' exchanging spots in the line, ie. me stepping back and tapping a shoulder, 'oh, you're on, aren't you?', I

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This is how our little news networks work: Bomb. Terror 'experts'. Al-Qaeda. (Who else, huh?) Yeah, well, slightly wrong in the Norway rampage. 'Experts', news: what about this: a bomb went off, we do not have any information. Please check again later [because we will air this little footage on power rotation, selling it as breaking news, until the hell freezes over. In the meantime, we will

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...unless you store passwords in plain text (or extremely weak one-way functions); phishing isn't the issue here. Who does that? Seriously, who does that? The usual approach to store passwords is to use, for starters, a 'strong' one-way function (hash functions). Even in the old times, a un*x(-like) system stored passwords using such a hash algorithm and some salt. That these (relatively) weak

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My consumption of heating is steeply decreasing (and my refund is increasing). This season, I have a personal record of EUR 300 refund. For a couple of years I've been reducing heating, living with a reasonable amount of heating (no quivering or whatever). But reducing and/or turning off radiators while being away and during nights saved quite some energy (and thus money). Apparently, my

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Our government is like a bunch of risky parachuting people gliding smoothly, at first, then inevitably sliding down. Sure thing that you eventually have to pull the release cord before you crash. This time they really did kind of a stunt: while gliding smoothly to an extended deadline of nuclear power, they suddenly realized that people 'down there' don't acutally want this. So they went down (

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...is crazy, I can tell. Is this just a 'draft.blogger' thing? It looks both simultaneously awfully clean and terribly unclean, at the first sight. Yet I can't keep my eyes off it.

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The fear, merely, of losing every potential voter and, thus power, has led to an amazing flip-flop of the ruling parties. Our conservative, business-friendly coalition is too afraid of the Greens (mostly) who have been claiming for decades nuclear power is dangerous, and is progressively gaining (potential) voters. Now, that the ordinary citizen is scared of it, particularly after the tragedy in

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I came home and found a woman reading all the name plates. If I would be living here, she asked. "Ya, well, sort of," I answered suspiciously. Sort of? What an accurate answer. "Do you know the name of the French opera singer?" she shot at me. The French what? Opera singer? The woman showed me a CD cover with a picture of the person in question. Undoubtedly, it was her, the woman with the low

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I’ve dreamt about having cervical dystonia quite some times trying to keep posture (mostly successful, I guess taken the moments I woke up during or after those events). The other night, the dream went an entirely different road: I was at a hospital (which in real life, of course, I’ve never seen) guiding a friend through it (an actual friend). When we finished our little tour I pointed out that

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A dull show? Yes, usually it is. Particularly the presenters, all uptight and stiff. That this show is entirely scripted is not only obvious but also well-known. This year, at least, was a bit unusual: Stefan Raab grabbed a guitar, ‘coincidentally’ sitting in the back, outside the cameras’ viewpoints. He struck the strings, playing last year’s winning song with his co-presenters singing along.

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15 weeks, 3 overdue, this time. I had a great nurse at the reception desk (=no need to explain everything three times), things were processed at regular speed (=not in slooooow-motion). I had no problem in getting a new appointment in 12 weeks ahead (=compared to discussions what "12 weeks" are, which boils down to a counting problem). Short story: I sat down hacked my next appointment into my

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First, I have to thank police and authorities for closing most of the high-traffic routes. Yeah, greatest thing ever! On my way from work back to home, I had to take long walk. When I eventually saw an express bus in the far distance I thought it wouldn't be worth the effort to take a little run. Foolishly I did. I knocked on the door, the driver pointed to the actual actual stop (10 meters

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At each cashier line there is a sign indicating where a defibrillator is to be found. What an odd thing to put near the cashier lines but good to know, anyway. I guess it's for those customers with their carts entirely filled up with stuff. When they see the total of their groceries, they are likely to have a cardiac arrest (or they might just need a punch into their faces to recover). It makes

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Untied from my Mac OS X machine, I now feel the joy of being free and fully open-source again. Yep, my Mac apparently broke down. Sad news, really. At least I have a full backup (yes, Apple's Time Machine is pretty awesome, and unprecedented in that matter). Now I am stuck with an ancient emergency notebook running Linux/Ubuntu. But as far as I can tell it feels a bit better, updates are coming

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Some of the original parties, it seems, have redefined (or have to redefine) their profiles. It is just a matter of time when they ‘re-brand’ themselves. I do not want them to waste any brain energy (or time, ours actually), so here are the re-newed, green-branded name of the parties (frankly, it's dull): CDGU — Christian Democratic Green Union CSGU — Christian Social Green Union FDGP — Free

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Baden-Wuerttemberg, one the strongest ‘bastions’ of christian democrats in Germany, fell deeply; terribly to say the least. If they had ‘just’ lost to their — in theory: biggest — rival, the social democrats, the CDU was defeated badly and has been hit even worse (from their point of view): the Green party. Yes, people, it's been the Greens claiming victory in BW. It is, indeed, a historic

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No argument here, the right — or, say, better, more appropriate choices of — words pop into your mind directly after you finished a conversation that matters. I had a telephone job interview today. The first one held (entirely) in English. I started off terribly (I think), my mouth as dry as the desert. Surely, I should've put a glass of water on my desk. Later, at least on the conversational

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I assume this could summarize living with cervical dystonia in the real world. One step to either side, you'll find yourself either with a tilted (or twisted or jerking) head embarrassing yourself or in a very unpleasant situation struggling hard to keep your posture. The line you have to walk to play along with the ‘rules’ is, indeed, a bit thin. Putting yourself together and keeping posture is

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Hamburg has made a major step towards diminishing the power of our dearest Chancellor's party, the CDU. Yeah! And, folks, that's just the beginning of the end, people of six states will be going to the polls this year, and every CDU-ruled state is likely to suffer, at least a bit. Maybe not that dramatically as in Hamburg where votes for the CDU plummeted by 20 points (preliminary results).

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...and once heard it's stuck in my head. I tried to ‘erase‘ it with other songs. It didn't work out. Resistance is futile...

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...means less fire to our precious (Bavarian) Christian Social Democrats (CSU) Federal Ministers, partly even prestigious: Ms Aigner: Dioxin: responsibility pushed to Laenders' authorities. Seen cheerfully drinking beer at Gruene Woche in Berlin recently. Baron zu Guttenberg: Military Deaths: firing a ship's captain, keeping everything else a bit cloudy. Waiting for the next photo shootings (

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Starving I hit the new kiosk (odd origin1 in this context, by the way), mostly a ‘Döner Bude’ which also offers a ‘china box’. Regardless that, in my opinion the question ‘take-out?’ is entirely displaced at a location like that, I got a so-called ‘china box’ and I grabbed some chopsticks (to the surprise of the others waiting for their stuff — which in turn made me smile inwardly). At home I

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“[...] N2X1” — what could that possibly mean (the 2 and X (and 1) weren't that close on the written prescription). Let's assume I'd work in a pharmacy and I'd seen a lot of prescriptions, “N2X1” would be N2 one time to me. Basically, as everyone would've figure out. The pharmacy next door made up a new standard ‘N2X1’ and even called the clinic. When I was about to pick up my ordered stuff, it

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Line 9 was disrupted this weekend. While the German version asked for ‘sympathy’ or ‘understanding’ or whatever ‘Verständnis’ could be translated to, the English message actually apologized: German: “Wir bitten um Ihr Verständnis.” English: “We apologize for any inconvenience.” I accept an apology. But ‘Verständnis’? It's usually a bad German habit of saying ‘we totally messed up.’ Do I have to

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How fast time has flown? The 27th treatment already? Sometimes I go there and it feels like the 10th time or so. Short story: it wasn't too bad, a new doc, though. Overall rating: A. Anyway, let's get to the latest treatment, shall we? Once I opened the doors, I was happily surprised that my ‘special’ nurse wasn't in! No need to mention it but everything went smooth at the reception desk, no

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-67322553657343035542011-01-07T06:47:00.001+01:002011-01-07T07:04:26.867+01:00

MTV Germany deceased, finally! It has been a long and painful struggle (mostly for the viewers). Unbearable is the first word that comes to one's mind thinking about MTV in Germany. Commercials, commercials, ..., and trashy program in general, mixed with extremely limited airing time of music videos. As of 01 Jan 2011, MTV completely vanished from non-pay TV. It is a moment to celebrate (no more

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I think New Year’s resolutions are meant to not be taken seriously. Still with booze in your body, it's pretty easy to make resolutions on Jan 01 — drink/smoke less or quit (bad hangover), eat/live healthier (Christmas holidays), get more sleep (New Year's Eve), do [more] workouts (bad hangovers/Christmas holidays/New Year's Eve). Sound familiar, anymore? Who could possibly start with

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It all started smoothly at home. A few drinks, good ol’ rock music. Slipping toward the subway station, a firecracker here and there exploded. Nothing to be worried about. At Ku'Damm we took the subway heading to Kreuzberg. Choosing from plenty of seats available, we sat down — foolishly confident it would be as calm as it was forever (or for the next 20 minutes). Heading further east, the

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Great, the delivery guy didn't even bother to ring my bell. He — presuming a male delivery person, here — just taped a note on the front door that I wasn't at home and that my packet is to be found at a certain address. No, not a neighbor nor a depot. ‘Just’ four blocks away at a newspaper and tobacco store, kind of a local storage, I suppose. Well, this packet was just as light as 75 lbs. I

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-34990530778848895092010-12-20T02:00:00.000+01:002010-12-20T02:00:41.500+01:00

Of course, Dick and friends were strolling around, a certain lot I've never had exactly warm feelings for, and surprisingly, perfectly met my expectations — somehow, I found it inappropriate to kick their butts. Did I kind of bash last week's dinner? This might've been a bit premature... It's refreshingly good that there were also some nice people around.

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-35123368194223091972010-12-12T20:43:00.001+01:002010-12-12T22:52:30.558+01:00

The diner the other night with some old friends and schoolmates made me realize how different all our lives have become, how different attitudes or thoughts about certain things have put us apart in a way. Interests which we partly shared either vanished altogether or took less much space in our lives. It's been odd to see this, and it took a night's sleep to come up with all this. Certainly, we

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That sounds good, doesn't it? Free food, free liquor, full hotel service, huh? So much for the theory. It had been before a diagnose came in or even symptoms had shown frequently, on a predictable manner, at that time. The first evening, entirely off business, we gathered at the hotel's private restaurant area. We could order anything — some lads actually ordered some insanely costly stuff —

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I can't turn on TV or read the newspapers without getting the impression that Assange, ‘Lord of the Leak’, is more evil than any terrorists networks. A couple of day ago I had been under the impression that almost every place around here had not been secure, every place a potential target to terrorist attacks (yes, including lecture halls!). These days, heavily armed police forces — nicely

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-40065247659736645682010-11-24T01:11:00.000+01:002010-11-24T01:11:19.567+01:00

I came in by 8.30am not exactly sure where to go in the first place. I found the nurse station, eventually, and was assigned to a ‘day room’ where I could rest when no session was on. I got a schedule, based my exam/eval the other day. I was led to my assigned day room. Six beds, ten cabinets, a table with four (odd!) chairs in the middle of the room. Wow, that is so not comfy, I thought. I sat

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On my first day admitted to the psychosomatic unit, a nurse did an exam. When the usual stuff, like physical shape, was over, to my surprise, a ‘psych’ exam was on. The most dominant questions were about — guess! — relationships by any means. I began to realize that relationships are a big deal here. Anyway, I truthfully answered the questionnaire which the nurse eagerly checked on a sheet. But

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My head was twisted to the right side. I knew I was visiting an ‘expert’ on things like this — or so I hoped. Yet I was embarrassed when I entered his office. Let's assume in the following that MD is a doc and a psychologist, and that it took place several years ago. Thus, aside from translation issues, it is just from my recollections (which I assume to be quite accurate): MD: Good afternoon.

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-21174595910710005662010-11-14T23:49:00.001+01:002010-11-14T23:51:16.068+01:00

Last week's post already suggested one lost thing as far as a regular social life is concerned: to jump (or not to jump, for that matter) into a dancing crowd in a club (at least I went in!). It's not that this would've have been the most important thing ever, yet it felt unreal in a way (as it did many times before). I guess that pretty much summarizes, in a way, what I — given normal

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-83653351854781429662010-11-13T02:51:00.003+01:002010-11-13T02:55:57.351+01:00

I could've thrown myself into the dancing crowd. Who doesn't smell like teen spirit at that time? The crowd seemingly did and freaked out. Instead, I rhythmically tapped with my left foot from the outer safe harbor, drink in hand. At least, I smelt like teen spirit, whatever that's supposed to mean, and all those little dudes freaking out supposedly wouldn't even know Nirvana for real...

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Yes, wired.com had a one-minute story-telling contest. I found this too difficult as a non-native English speaker. So, I prolonged this to 90s (and allowed myself to at least correct spelling mistakes afterwards): The Strange Room By Deceptively Unreal S. I finally entered the room, which was ridiculously shiny illuminated. I saw people laughing and eating. I didn't know what to do, but

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-69078870895604418662010-10-22T22:55:00.002+02:002010-10-22T22:55:55.987+02:00

Well, what to write about the 26th treatment what hasn't been already mentioned? That ‘my special’ nurse made things more difficult than necessary (and screwed up things)? This shouldn't make any difference to the treatment itself. And, that would be tiring, indeed. (Why should I keep posting that a particular nurse can't count ‘today’ plus 3 months? Seriously, not the first time and even a

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-60191590715782279292010-10-09T23:37:00.002+02:002010-10-09T23:43:09.214+02:00

Landing in FRA at 5 in the morning, I had to wait almost 2 hrs for the connecting flight to TXL. At 5am, there aren't many choices to do: staring at walls or doing nothing. I chose the first. Eventually, a guy delivered newspapers. I ran through the headlines of the newspapers but there wasn't anything new. After a while, I started reading a book, or: I looked at the letters and sentences without

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-16600286076387278232010-09-25T03:59:00.011+02:002010-09-25T05:43:15.555+02:00

[The following was an offline writing as it has happened; tenses may oddly change mostly due to lack of awareness and/or knowledge.] I sit here at a bar in a Greek restaurant in Greektown. I can't really say I feel comfortable, for whatever reasons. I've already counted the second police car with lights on, while I've been sipping on a beer waiting for my appointment. Next to me (I hope they

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-24637906688393320662010-09-22T02:02:00.000+02:002010-09-22T02:02:15.542+02:00

The cab I flagged down — mostly because I took the wrong train and was running out of time — wasn't really in a good shape. I told the driver the address and with full-throttle he started off, making me thrown back into the seats. We almost hit another car, another cab for that matter, and the driver just did the usual ‘don't really like you’ finger — only centimeters between both cars —, and

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Sleep deprived I took the shuttle to O’Hare. I found the subway station easily, took the most promising seat and waited a few minutes until the train left the station. I was thrilled to some extent, mostly because of my ride to ‘nowhere’ as a stranger in a strange land. “Doors are closing... You are on a Blue Line train ... next stop is Rosemont.” Ok, a little confirmation here that I was on the

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I arrived around 7pm and although tired and exhausted I went to a nearby sports bar (basically the only point of interest because I stayed at a hotel near O’Hare (if a 15 bucks ride is near, anyway!)). Incredible! This was my first thought, and even my second one. Projectors put running pictures into a fake antique looking frame. Three different frames/games were on, not to mentioned, as expected

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-15439184857890138182010-09-06T00:00:00.002+02:002010-09-06T00:05:56.902+02:00

After a long, very long flight from Munich I finally reached Chicago O’Hare. My feelings of tiredness vanished completely when I waited to get to my ‘friendly’ TSA guy. Why am I nervous? I thought, I have nothing to hide. Nothing is more pleasant after an exhausting 9.5 hours flight than to hear a warmly and nicely yelled “Next!” Patience did not seem to be on his strong side, I thought, when I

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-10500800106125134262010-09-04T01:43:00.005+02:002010-09-04T01:59:34.295+02:00

Everything's in grey1 now with iTunes 10. Are we all in hell now? — No, then, it'd be in fire-alike colors. Heaven is likewise quite unlikely (that'd be blueish, in my imagination, at least). So, it's grey for whatever reason... 1 gray (br. grey) — hmm, I worried about spelling grey vs. gray...

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I was hoping for heavy rain when I prepared myself to take a little walk to wash down or clear up my thoughts. It poured while I was pondering on that thought. It was still (heavily) raining when I dressed up to go outside. It was still raining after I left my apartment. Only seconds after I left, the rain wasn't really rain anymore, as a few drops here and there found their way down. Equipped

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-36469409806923097432010-08-22T21:28:00.002+02:002010-08-22T21:30:51.805+02:00

Since it was mentioned in the context of a hansom cab, I just assumed that ‘landau’ would be close to it. Strange, anyway... “ORIGIN mid 18th cent.: named after Landau, near Karlsruhe in Germany, where it was first made.” — source: New Oxford American Dictionary, 2nd edition

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-63724096329827638712010-08-16T13:28:00.001+02:002010-08-16T13:39:33.210+02:00

I am so happy: they are back, the noisy working lot. Drilling, hammering, and whatever you could possibly imagine (ah, post-editing: of course, sawing, how could I forget?). Unfortunately, they are this time neither above my apartment (and almost literally: my head) nor below; just across the backyard (which amplifies any sound almost exponentially). I love those guys because they always find out

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-19992204652694603842010-08-11T00:14:00.005+02:002010-08-11T02:30:59.291+02:00

People agree to fully scan their bodies at airports. Whether or not images are stored by whatever means or details does not seem to matter at all. Because it is said to ‘enhance’ security. Yeah, let's keep that thought for another post (which is likely to argue that it isn't enhancing anything, except annoyance and profit of the manufacturers). But people over here, at least, are pretty scared

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-66970554088072440572010-08-07T00:35:00.009+02:002010-08-07T01:59:36.026+02:00

The figure (click to enlarge) shows the ‘learned’ data (green) vs. the real data (red) of n=33 given data points; ‘performance’ values (ordinate) vs. day (abscissa). Method: a linear model for regression with N=760 samples (training data), d=10 dimensions, and basis functions the identity function (φ(xj) = x). Obviously, not a perfect match. At least, for a simple estimate, it isn't too bad.

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Usually the betas aren't that bad, and in fact, I've been using betas since the release of Phoenix 0.3. But FF 4.0 b2 is pretty messed up and buggy (stable, though). Not recommended this time for productive use (as it says).

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I was already awake, sleepy though, and I didn't move, too tired. Through the window I listened to “Shine On...”, smiling, although rather forced to listen to. It was all over the backyard, kind of loud. A window found its way home very noisily, then a second, and a third — a way of passively-aggressively express one's opinion about the noise. If it had been the worst ever music, I'd turned

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-54335356762723860922010-08-01T22:17:00.001+02:002010-08-01T22:21:24.965+02:00

The same line as last week, and no problems at all, although pretty crowded. I take this as a good sign, generally in therapy and particularly for my ‘subway issues.’ It feels, frankly, extremely good...

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At least yesterday, the ride was pretty good. Nothing to complain (besides the obvious stuff).

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I am already sick of posting it, but I am actually more tired of experiencing it. The subway, currently, isn't a place I long to be. I have to admit that I think it's entirely a mental thing, meaning that I assume things don't go as smoothly as it used to be (or wished to be). Hell, what's wrong? If this really is purely a mental issue, couldn't I ‘just’ convince myself that the subway is as

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-43647128592453485032010-07-19T01:34:00.000+02:002010-07-19T01:34:06.316+02:00

[edit: maybe I was a bit angry. I already calmed down.] If I could I would wipe off this fucking day. It sucked so much as my head went crazy. It would've been worse if I hadn't applied those damn sensory tricks. I am sick of it, I can tell you! Fast forward to tomorrow, please!

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-51116787465660486502010-07-17T05:39:00.004+02:002010-07-17T05:45:14.484+02:00

Yes, I (temporarily) switched to the first beta of the new Firefox 4.0. Magnitudes faster, as far as I can tell: it fires up in no time and it renders pages significantly faster (at least, it feels like that on my rather slow machine). I was almost always on this slippery kind of road as I've been using it since 0.3 beta (then called Phoenix). None of the betas ever crashed, so I guess I'll keep

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If I'd be in charge, I'd feel pretty much ashamed. The trains don't run smoothly on very low temps, the air-conditioning crashes on higher-than-usual temps. In summary, German express trains only seem to run perfectly well in a small window of temperatures. I guess that's a good basis to sell trains to other countries... ;-)

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In general I can cope with high temperatures... but at nights: sleep deprivation, sweating like hell with temps as high as currently. Throughout the days, it's not exactly pleasant to smell strong odors of sweat here and there (ew!). Worst of all, I can't really apply a warm pad to my neck, which would feel good, which I long for, but temperatures are definitively too high for this. I tried

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-46681140165700891932010-07-12T01:08:00.001+02:002010-07-12T01:10:46.201+02:00

The Euro 2008 Champion won the World Cup with a goal in the 116th min. Not a big surprise according to experts (and the odds were top before it). So, yet another team being European and World Champion at the same time. Congrats!

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Congrats GER! Well done, lads!

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[Overall rating: A+.] 1. Calm Like a Bomb: A new (literally as I was going to learn very soon) nurse served me the other day, after I had waited almost infinitely long before anyone would show up, and for a while I thought I had to knock at the desk as nobody was at the reception desk or actually intended to be. Oh boy, she didn't know anything about how things are supposed to work. I told her

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Yep, not really a result I dreamt of but, frankly, Spain deserved it. End of story. (No tears, no need for amateur pseudo-analysis as far as ‘boulevard-esque’ media is concerned.)

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Wow, anything else to add? Just wow! (Or: Yeeaaah!) Press: The Guardian: Germany dump Diego Maradona and Argentina out (guardian.co.uk) Le Monde: L'Allemagne humilie l'Argentine (4-0) (lemonde.fr) Le Figaro: L'Allemagne, c'est show ! (lefigaro.fr) El País: Alemania tritura la fe de Maradona (elpais.com) La Gazzetta dello Sport: La tristezza di Maradona "Mai così giù in vita mia" (gazzetta.it)

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What is it, FIFA? Are you afraid your little designated pretty little referees do too many disputable decisions in almost every game (which they do)? Or are you too technophobe? Why don't you take a look at certain tennis tournaments where each player has limited options to review a decision? Couldn't that be an example? Let's say, each team has one chance to request an instant video replay per

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GER 4 - 1 ENG. Yeah! Yeeeeaaahhhh! (scnr :) Interestingly, the odds were tied at 2.65 (bwin) for both teams before kick-off, the highest on any of the favorites of the matches in the round of 16. Allright, there was that bouncing ball which actually crossed the line and should've been a goal (which would've allow ENG to tie up with 2-2). Notes taken for the records. End of story.

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I can't really say I'm sorry for them. They showed a bad performance after all, FRA in particular. The current World Champion (ITA) and Vice World Champion (FRA) leave early this time. I heard some giggling, though... (which I don't comment right now).

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FIFA says they are ‘happy’ with their referees. But did those high-ranked FIFA officials actually watch all the matches without booze? If so, how is it possible that one referee excessively and strictly pulls out yellow (or even red) cards off his little pocket for almost every tackling, while others act as if refereeing a Premier League match, where exactly those fouls aren't punished by

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-63214705941641461222010-06-23T00:58:00.002+02:002010-06-23T01:00:17.382+02:00

I wished I could be cool with people I barely know, like associates of colleagues or colleagues of colleagues, or anyone else I barely know. I mean I wished it wasn't quite an effort to easily let out an “Hey Jane, how ya doin'?” when meeting ‘Jane,’ or even have a short talk with ‘Jane.’ But it is and this seriously freaks me out. It seems to be so easy, yet I do have to apply sensory

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-30772430324544071272010-06-12T01:23:00.011+02:002010-06-12T02:00:56.693+02:00

With version 5, Apple has released its brand new little browser. I took a ride with it, one day long. To begin with, Safari, as usual, starts right after hitting the icon. That's magnitudes faster than Firefox does, but it is equally fast compared to Google's Chrome (which I avoided for quite some time and tried it the first with the official 4.x releases). But let's stick with Safari 5 for a

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...apparently just won't let me let it go — a bit exaggerated. How crazy does this sound? I know quite crazy — even silly — and I feel terrible about it. How could I possibly still have, yet much slighter powerful, incidents like I had weeks ago? I thought I was over it already. Yet, it felt like I was burning up (or so), at least, my hands became quite sweaty, and with these, I had to hold my

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-6423019314632933652010-06-07T01:33:00.002+02:002010-06-07T01:37:58.061+02:00

Without a doubt, the resignation of Mr Köhler was quite a surprise. According to German Constitution a new President has to be elected by the Federal Assembly (in theory, the Government's coalition parties' votes are ahead by 22 votes) by 30 June. As a regular citizen, non-party-member I would choose a person who is not actively involved in gov't issues by any possible means, someone who is not

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-56239298178198781452010-06-06T22:46:00.004+02:002010-06-06T22:48:34.513+02:00

Today, riding the subway was quite bad. Not as bad as the other day, though. But I definitely ‘suffered’ in a way, at least I didn't feel good at all. This really sucks and I've come to the conclusion that the very last injections play a certain part of my (overall) performance. I think that my data collected so far supports this theory, too.

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-24911678041962906452010-06-05T00:16:00.001+02:002010-06-05T00:17:55.237+02:00

Any insecurities are apparently gone so far. The subway rides are close to ‘normal.’ There is nothing I could complain — yes, well aside from the usual stuff, I'm afraid. I mean, yeah (!), I am able to ride the sub without having this ‘thing’ in my mind; and that's what I currently celebrate...

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-40411208257516996192010-05-28T09:20:00.001+02:002010-05-28T09:20:00.280+02:00

I assume it is due to my ‘weird’ incident a couple of days ago. At least I choose seats —if anyway! — even more carefully than usual. Of course this isn't limited to the subway...

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-29222431487876493622010-05-26T04:53:00.006+02:002010-05-26T05:00:43.306+02:00

Not as bad as the other day, but bad enough to call it a considerately ‘bad day.’ In my personal data records, it's roughly a ‘2,’ which basically means, well, it's not exactly good (but better that a ‘1’) and I'd like to stick with natural numbers. I can't resist wondering if the latest treatment (or the actual doc applying the injections) is the cause of it...

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-65499128126850254692010-05-21T22:33:00.000+02:002010-05-21T22:33:13.603+02:00

The other day, in the subway I had an incident which, presumably, no-one had noticed. It felt terrible, I felt terrible. It felt as if I was having a stroke or seizure, or something else, and all of the sudden I pictured myself a couple of years back in time; it wasn't the same but quite similar to some extent, like a little duplicate of my very first incident in the subway. Not that intensive,

Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237846398831924013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16310323.post-49885040139056275292010-05-08T03:26:00.000+02:002010-05-08T03:26:50.614+02:00

...and this guy from Australia ‘destroyed’ almost everything. Hmm? So much for improved listening comprehension... Lol.

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