Sorry for being a bit silent the last time. Have been working on stats and will do so for the next weeks. I've been struggling and fighting with it day in, day out. Tho I dont dislike stats it has been frustrating quite a lot. Problems that take valuable time away (and they arent even solved yet). One mistake that makes everything done obsolete and requires a restart. anyhow (i know, no one really cares about my mourning. i would give a shit too...)
tomorrow i have a first meeting with a company that is very interested in my research and hopefully will participate. Im quite nervous about it and have been preparing it the whole day. its pretty important to me as it is the next stage of my phd, and to be a bit melodramatic, its now really the point for which i have been studying and working since 2000. also, the company will serve as some form of reference for other companies, hopefully, showing them im not necessarily the "bad and ugly unionist guy" who starts a revolution right away. there are many points why tomorrow is important. but i dont really know why im writing this here. its not really your concern anyway.
Tempeau - Mädchen aus Greifswald; ex-Selig, ex-Zinoba
Wednesday, 29 August 2007
Wednesday, 15 August 2007
Neither an ox nor a donkey is able to stop the progress of socialism...
...only people can do.
I have been in Berlin recently and talking with friends about the former German Democratic Republic quite a lot so I wanted to write a post on it here. It wont be slag off or praising good old times. Or against socialists. Just what I think. Sorry if it sounds patronising at some points. To say it beforehand for those who dont know me, I was born in the DDR and lived there until it broke down. And it is pure coincidence that last Monday 46 years ago the wall was built. it just took some time for me. and how did the former head of the state council, Walter Ulbricht, say: Noboby has the intention to build a wall. This was a few weeks before they build it.
i hope someone bothers to read the whole post. i have been writing on this for quite a time.
when i talk with others about socialism or ddr it sometimes come to the point where i say that socialism cant work and get the reply, well it never has been done properly or right. this always hurts a bit because it has been tried so many times and it always failed or never really get very far. its often 'western' leftists who say this. it is quite interesting to see how marxism and socialism have developed so differently in east and west (not germany necessarily, but us and udssr dominated parts). in the west the discussion was free to develop while in the east the party said how to interpret it. and it has changed so many times the interpretation that there wasnt only one clear line. at some point walter ulbricht fell in disgrace and erich honecker was the new man. the same with stalin and others.
Erich Honecker
a picture of him was hanging in every public place (i think it was this one), even in school rooms. after the wall it was a cross for me (school under catholic authority...) and now its the queen in the library. tho these mean quite different things its a bit all the same in the end (just a note on the side: when the queen came to essex, new flowers were planted and one square was cleaned days in advance, even the trash bins. and people waved little flags. when some high rank ddr official came or there was an important national holiday, the same things were done. proudly waving a little flag...). but i dont know if it really has never been tried properly. or if socialism just has to go as it went. im not sure if it can work. i love the idea that everyone is supposed to be equal and no one is better of than others. and things are not overpriced. a pan bread for 0,003 euro cent. or a bus ride for a cent... but some are more equal than others. party officials had proper cars and houses. anyhow. i think that central planning wouldnt be so disadvantegeous. free market isnt really possible anyway (just now when various banks like ezb push huge sums into stock markets to calm them down after the bubble bursted in the us). it would be good to have a mixture of central planning and capitalism, i think. but not for so many years ahead and a bit more flexible. a new born child basically got as a present? an order for a car because it took 15 years or so until it was delivered... or if there was no need for a certain profession no one could study it. my mum wanted to become a librarian and she ended up with construction economics whereas she cant really handle numbers... (ddr had some weird professions like construction economist. tractorist. polytechnic teacher.) so there was no freedom of choice, except only when taking the risk of being punished for having choice. but it is understandable under central planning. not everyone can become what he or she wants as there would be a shortage somewhere which collides with the plan. another things is, that tho you could buy basic things many were unavailable (there was only artificial coffee because importing the whole needed amount would have been too expensive. Bananas were available on very, very rare occasions, every other year or so). or just at certain times and certain places. supermarkets were empty most times. I sometimes get a bit scared when I got to tescos on a Saturday afternoon and the shelves are empty. But as everyone had some relatives in the west you sometimes got a package with coffee, little toys, clothes or whatever. Not necessarily new stuff. Just things that would have probably been thrown away otherwise. The wardrobes in my children’s room were bought a year in advance in a far away town because they were available then and my parents didn’t know if they would be when im born. The same with the allotment my parents had. They built a hut and the materials came from all over the gdr. You had to be good in organising things and you had to know people who know people. I sometimes think that it is still quite strong in east germany and people still organise something. Or built things themselves, like cars, submarines, houses and that stuff (cars and submarines were built by individuals…). Basically everything was scarce. I don’t say I was suffering all the time. You survived well. But it was more personal planning involved. And furthermore, if I don’t know what a banana is I can hardly miss it, cant I?
On the other side, the whole systems was tightly organised and your life was pretty straight. I was a Jung Pionier in primary school, a youth organisation. We did important stuff like writing to our ‘working’ heroes, or soldiers. We had ‘assemblies’ to decide how national holidays should be celebrated and great persons (Valentina Tereschokowa, first woman in space; I don’t if her name is right) are remembered. I was responsible for the ‘newspaper’. Making stars when udssr conquered space again… every had some position so nothing special with that. As a child it makes you somehow proud when you can do something ‘important’. Every morning before school we had to stand on the schoolyard and to report who was missing on that day. Or if we having an excursion. Or did some other great stuff. For this we had to raise our hand and put on our heads, like that thing cocks have and say “seid bereit, immer bereit” (be ready, always ready) later on you got into the Thälmann pioneers and then became a member of the FDJ but the ddr broke down before I got into them. Here is a pic of ernst thaelmann, communist and murdered by the Nazis.
I used to be a Pionier. Seid bereit, Immer bereit
at the age of 16 boys went to paramilitary training and girls to civil defense. Ddr had an ridiculous big army. Plus hundreds of thousands of red soldiers. Germany would have been a place for a hot war. Sometimes there were large manoeuvres where all socialists soldiers marched in west direction. A quiz game if they would stop or not. Ddr had plans for an invasion of west germany. And it is not for sure whether they would have done it or not. It looked quite likely… one of my uncles had to do his 18 months of military service in a border control unit and scared himself to death every day that he might have to shoot someone. Direct order. My dad had to go to training after the normal service every other years because he was studying and couldn’t have continued otherwise.
That song was forbidden because it deals of a bird and that everyone needs to escape from daily life sometimes… revolution! Run! Treason! So it was forbidden. Films were also forbidden if they were to critical. Or books. Or whatever (the artist wasn’t liked for some reason. mail from outside ddr were opened by the secret service…) it’s Renft “Als ich wie ein Vogel war”, When I was like a bird.
that song was more appropriate, easy and cheesy. Nina Hagen “Du hast den Farbfilm vergessen”.
(while browsing youtube for videos I found this one, not really good but it’s the market place of my hometown… Puhdys “Scheidung”
Another DDR Band, playing in my home-town)
there was a really tight control of all citizens by the secret service. Either officially or mostly unofficially by unofficial agents. Roughly one spy for every 180 citizens and you never knew who it was. It could be everyone. With some it was very obvious (the husband of one my mum’s colleague was colonol in the stasi). Others had a very good cover and only years after the fall of the wall victims got to know about them (sometimes it was even your wife… files with the spies’ names have be ‘rescued’ by the cia a few days after the fall). There are espionage files about my parents, one of my uncles (as he was in the foreign department), about of my granddads… maybe there are more around. I really don’t know. It can take quite a while to get your file, given it is already found. And new things might be added every year.
So this is really just a very very little snapshot of ddr life and real existing socialism. Its not by far everything. I visited berlin with a friend and she said that life isnt so black and white that u can divide it into socialism vs capitalism. We visited some historical museums because she was interested in it. And even there it is really hard to show how it was because these facts are still “cold’ and ‘dead’. We walked along the wall and saw some plattenbauten. It somehow strange for me to see films like sonnenallee, good bye Lenin, or the lives of others. There is always some memory. And more plots for east germans as they know the contexts. Anyhow, what is the most interesting thing is the many different generations at the moment. I have completely different memory then my parents who have different experiences than my grandparents. It is even so that friends of mine who are 3 or 4 years older than me have complete different memory while brother who is 3 years younger than me has almost no memory and just knows socialist kindergarten. It is really interesting to listen different stories and experiences. There is a lot of (world) history in individual lives. I asked my parents in summer 1989 if we had to go to Hungary as well. There was a chance to get into the west and it was reported on west television what I saw (officially not, of course…). I still have my blue scarf from the pioneers. And my membership card. At the end of day I don’t know. I have been too young to fully experience ddr. For me it was a nice childhood and I more or less enjoyed it. Only afterwards the full extent became apparent to me. I don’t miss ddr at all. Some things were good but most were not. And when I just think of me studying in England im pretty happy that the ddr doesn’t exist anymore. It would have never been possible even to go to England. When some east germans complain about the capitalist system and how bad living they have now in comparison to ddr they should just think of their last vacation in malle or turkey… or that they can go into a supermarket and buy real coffee. Or can buy a car today and not in 15 years. And that they can say how bad living they have now. Bad living in the ddr? Never. A socialist citizen is always happy and well off (better off than those western fascists capitalists). A most of all freedom.
I have been in Berlin recently and talking with friends about the former German Democratic Republic quite a lot so I wanted to write a post on it here. It wont be slag off or praising good old times. Or against socialists. Just what I think. Sorry if it sounds patronising at some points. To say it beforehand for those who dont know me, I was born in the DDR and lived there until it broke down. And it is pure coincidence that last Monday 46 years ago the wall was built. it just took some time for me. and how did the former head of the state council, Walter Ulbricht, say: Noboby has the intention to build a wall. This was a few weeks before they build it.
i hope someone bothers to read the whole post. i have been writing on this for quite a time.
when i talk with others about socialism or ddr it sometimes come to the point where i say that socialism cant work and get the reply, well it never has been done properly or right. this always hurts a bit because it has been tried so many times and it always failed or never really get very far. its often 'western' leftists who say this. it is quite interesting to see how marxism and socialism have developed so differently in east and west (not germany necessarily, but us and udssr dominated parts). in the west the discussion was free to develop while in the east the party said how to interpret it. and it has changed so many times the interpretation that there wasnt only one clear line. at some point walter ulbricht fell in disgrace and erich honecker was the new man. the same with stalin and others.
Erich Honeckera picture of him was hanging in every public place (i think it was this one), even in school rooms. after the wall it was a cross for me (school under catholic authority...) and now its the queen in the library. tho these mean quite different things its a bit all the same in the end (just a note on the side: when the queen came to essex, new flowers were planted and one square was cleaned days in advance, even the trash bins. and people waved little flags. when some high rank ddr official came or there was an important national holiday, the same things were done. proudly waving a little flag...). but i dont know if it really has never been tried properly. or if socialism just has to go as it went. im not sure if it can work. i love the idea that everyone is supposed to be equal and no one is better of than others. and things are not overpriced. a pan bread for 0,003 euro cent. or a bus ride for a cent... but some are more equal than others. party officials had proper cars and houses. anyhow. i think that central planning wouldnt be so disadvantegeous. free market isnt really possible anyway (just now when various banks like ezb push huge sums into stock markets to calm them down after the bubble bursted in the us). it would be good to have a mixture of central planning and capitalism, i think. but not for so many years ahead and a bit more flexible. a new born child basically got as a present? an order for a car because it took 15 years or so until it was delivered... or if there was no need for a certain profession no one could study it. my mum wanted to become a librarian and she ended up with construction economics whereas she cant really handle numbers... (ddr had some weird professions like construction economist. tractorist. polytechnic teacher.) so there was no freedom of choice, except only when taking the risk of being punished for having choice. but it is understandable under central planning. not everyone can become what he or she wants as there would be a shortage somewhere which collides with the plan. another things is, that tho you could buy basic things many were unavailable (there was only artificial coffee because importing the whole needed amount would have been too expensive. Bananas were available on very, very rare occasions, every other year or so). or just at certain times and certain places. supermarkets were empty most times. I sometimes get a bit scared when I got to tescos on a Saturday afternoon and the shelves are empty. But as everyone had some relatives in the west you sometimes got a package with coffee, little toys, clothes or whatever. Not necessarily new stuff. Just things that would have probably been thrown away otherwise. The wardrobes in my children’s room were bought a year in advance in a far away town because they were available then and my parents didn’t know if they would be when im born. The same with the allotment my parents had. They built a hut and the materials came from all over the gdr. You had to be good in organising things and you had to know people who know people. I sometimes think that it is still quite strong in east germany and people still organise something. Or built things themselves, like cars, submarines, houses and that stuff (cars and submarines were built by individuals…). Basically everything was scarce. I don’t say I was suffering all the time. You survived well. But it was more personal planning involved. And furthermore, if I don’t know what a banana is I can hardly miss it, cant I?
On the other side, the whole systems was tightly organised and your life was pretty straight. I was a Jung Pionier in primary school, a youth organisation. We did important stuff like writing to our ‘working’ heroes, or soldiers. We had ‘assemblies’ to decide how national holidays should be celebrated and great persons (Valentina Tereschokowa, first woman in space; I don’t if her name is right) are remembered. I was responsible for the ‘newspaper’. Making stars when udssr conquered space again… every had some position so nothing special with that. As a child it makes you somehow proud when you can do something ‘important’. Every morning before school we had to stand on the schoolyard and to report who was missing on that day. Or if we having an excursion. Or did some other great stuff. For this we had to raise our hand and put on our heads, like that thing cocks have and say “seid bereit, immer bereit” (be ready, always ready) later on you got into the Thälmann pioneers and then became a member of the FDJ but the ddr broke down before I got into them. Here is a pic of ernst thaelmann, communist and murdered by the Nazis.
I used to be a Pionier. Seid bereit, Immer bereitat the age of 16 boys went to paramilitary training and girls to civil defense. Ddr had an ridiculous big army. Plus hundreds of thousands of red soldiers. Germany would have been a place for a hot war. Sometimes there were large manoeuvres where all socialists soldiers marched in west direction. A quiz game if they would stop or not. Ddr had plans for an invasion of west germany. And it is not for sure whether they would have done it or not. It looked quite likely… one of my uncles had to do his 18 months of military service in a border control unit and scared himself to death every day that he might have to shoot someone. Direct order. My dad had to go to training after the normal service every other years because he was studying and couldn’t have continued otherwise.
That song was forbidden because it deals of a bird and that everyone needs to escape from daily life sometimes… revolution! Run! Treason! So it was forbidden. Films were also forbidden if they were to critical. Or books. Or whatever (the artist wasn’t liked for some reason. mail from outside ddr were opened by the secret service…) it’s Renft “Als ich wie ein Vogel war”, When I was like a bird.
that song was more appropriate, easy and cheesy. Nina Hagen “Du hast den Farbfilm vergessen”.
(while browsing youtube for videos I found this one, not really good but it’s the market place of my hometown… Puhdys “Scheidung”
Another DDR Band, playing in my home-town)
there was a really tight control of all citizens by the secret service. Either officially or mostly unofficially by unofficial agents. Roughly one spy for every 180 citizens and you never knew who it was. It could be everyone. With some it was very obvious (the husband of one my mum’s colleague was colonol in the stasi). Others had a very good cover and only years after the fall of the wall victims got to know about them (sometimes it was even your wife… files with the spies’ names have be ‘rescued’ by the cia a few days after the fall). There are espionage files about my parents, one of my uncles (as he was in the foreign department), about of my granddads… maybe there are more around. I really don’t know. It can take quite a while to get your file, given it is already found. And new things might be added every year.
So this is really just a very very little snapshot of ddr life and real existing socialism. Its not by far everything. I visited berlin with a friend and she said that life isnt so black and white that u can divide it into socialism vs capitalism. We visited some historical museums because she was interested in it. And even there it is really hard to show how it was because these facts are still “cold’ and ‘dead’. We walked along the wall and saw some plattenbauten. It somehow strange for me to see films like sonnenallee, good bye Lenin, or the lives of others. There is always some memory. And more plots for east germans as they know the contexts. Anyhow, what is the most interesting thing is the many different generations at the moment. I have completely different memory then my parents who have different experiences than my grandparents. It is even so that friends of mine who are 3 or 4 years older than me have complete different memory while brother who is 3 years younger than me has almost no memory and just knows socialist kindergarten. It is really interesting to listen different stories and experiences. There is a lot of (world) history in individual lives. I asked my parents in summer 1989 if we had to go to Hungary as well. There was a chance to get into the west and it was reported on west television what I saw (officially not, of course…). I still have my blue scarf from the pioneers. And my membership card. At the end of day I don’t know. I have been too young to fully experience ddr. For me it was a nice childhood and I more or less enjoyed it. Only afterwards the full extent became apparent to me. I don’t miss ddr at all. Some things were good but most were not. And when I just think of me studying in England im pretty happy that the ddr doesn’t exist anymore. It would have never been possible even to go to England. When some east germans complain about the capitalist system and how bad living they have now in comparison to ddr they should just think of their last vacation in malle or turkey… or that they can go into a supermarket and buy real coffee. Or can buy a car today and not in 15 years. And that they can say how bad living they have now. Bad living in the ddr? Never. A socialist citizen is always happy and well off (better off than those western fascists capitalists). A most of all freedom.
Friday, 10 August 2007
Update: 10 things I want to do
I had a post 3 months ago about 10 things i want to do until the end of the year and here is a brief update.
today i accomplished point 9, walking barfoot in puddles in a summer rain. the last days there has been abitrary weather. sunshine and rain in a lovely mixture. so today. it was warm, but not really sunny. but hot. disgustingly hot. in the evening i went to town to have some food. it was already raining a bit. after dinner i went to a friends place im taking care of at the moment as she is in thailand (every travels to thailand these days...) it was raining on the way to hers and then on the way back to my place. but just light rain apart from some showers. to cut it short, i took my shoes off and walked a bit through the puddles. it reminded me of my childhood where i sometimes did the same. once i had to pick up my granddad from the trainstation in the town where my grandparents are living. i missed him (or just was easily distracted by the things i could see. come on, i was 7 or 8...) and walked a detour back. i remember jumping into puddles, walking in little streams, splashing the water... i loved it. and i loved it today. catapulting myself back to childhood in a positive way. im just happy.
today i accomplished point 9, walking barfoot in puddles in a summer rain. the last days there has been abitrary weather. sunshine and rain in a lovely mixture. so today. it was warm, but not really sunny. but hot. disgustingly hot. in the evening i went to town to have some food. it was already raining a bit. after dinner i went to a friends place im taking care of at the moment as she is in thailand (every travels to thailand these days...) it was raining on the way to hers and then on the way back to my place. but just light rain apart from some showers. to cut it short, i took my shoes off and walked a bit through the puddles. it reminded me of my childhood where i sometimes did the same. once i had to pick up my granddad from the trainstation in the town where my grandparents are living. i missed him (or just was easily distracted by the things i could see. come on, i was 7 or 8...) and walked a detour back. i remember jumping into puddles, walking in little streams, splashing the water... i loved it. and i loved it today. catapulting myself back to childhood in a positive way. im just happy.
Thursday, 9 August 2007
Graduation amendment
I forgot to say something. At the departmental reception the head of department gave a speech (inevitably) and just said that sociologists are those guys who are in suits but look rather disgusted from it.
they only wear cord jackets if at all as social workers do ... (at least in germany, and it is a strong prejudice). or jackets with patches on the elbow parts...
they only wear cord jackets if at all as social workers do ... (at least in germany, and it is a strong prejudice). or jackets with patches on the elbow parts...
Wednesday, 8 August 2007
The other day
... my brother, his girlfriend and me were driving into town from my parents place and that song were on:
well, as usual, i started to sing without even knowing the lyrics. i only know the chorus, so i sang that (remember new orleans, who are you...). his girlfriend joined in and we ended up singing this song very loudly while the cardrivers and pedestrians next to us thought we were going insane. nah, we didnt, just a bit of a sing-a-song. i have to say that the only one of us three who can sang is she. it was a bit embarrassing because it took the embarrassing factor out for me. i feel happy when i sing. i sometimes sing in the car, or in my flat, or when there is someone, or when i go somewhere. makes me smile and happy. and as i know (yes i do know i cant do x-factor or the like) i dont take myself serious, i just enjoy humming a song. but if someone does it right it takes a bit the fun out. i dont know why but i never know how the lyrics, my lyrics, for a song will go because i dont know them. i sing what i think is the right lyrics. for example, ccr 'did you ever see the rain' and felix 'did you ever whee the rain'. or the smiths in ask 'shyness is nice' and felix 'madness is shy'. im born to sing!
(there is absolutely no deeper meaning or sense in this post. dont even try to think about what i could have meant with the post, i dont know it myself. blurb)
well, as usual, i started to sing without even knowing the lyrics. i only know the chorus, so i sang that (remember new orleans, who are you...). his girlfriend joined in and we ended up singing this song very loudly while the cardrivers and pedestrians next to us thought we were going insane. nah, we didnt, just a bit of a sing-a-song. i have to say that the only one of us three who can sang is she. it was a bit embarrassing because it took the embarrassing factor out for me. i feel happy when i sing. i sometimes sing in the car, or in my flat, or when there is someone, or when i go somewhere. makes me smile and happy. and as i know (yes i do know i cant do x-factor or the like) i dont take myself serious, i just enjoy humming a song. but if someone does it right it takes a bit the fun out. i dont know why but i never know how the lyrics, my lyrics, for a song will go because i dont know them. i sing what i think is the right lyrics. for example, ccr 'did you ever see the rain' and felix 'did you ever whee the rain'. or the smiths in ask 'shyness is nice' and felix 'madness is shy'. im born to sing!
(there is absolutely no deeper meaning or sense in this post. dont even try to think about what i could have meant with the post, i dont know it myself. blurb)
I hereby confer the degree of Master of Arts on you (and give you a sweaty handshake...)
I had graduation from my Masters in mid-July. It was my first and second to last at once. It was a warm day and very nice weather, the best there is for graduation. not even a bit of rain, amazing. my grandma with her 75 years even got on a plane for the first time and came to england (also for the first time). this was the greatest gift she could make me. she was really amazed of how beautiful england is. if she had known it she would have come much earlier. it was really nice having her here. we went to windsor and drove around the country side, including the obligatory fish'n'chips... the graduation itself was nice, the chancellor's hands were a bit sweaty and he said a few words to every graduand. Good luck with your future! i was tempted to reply 'well, you know in which subject i just graduated?!? sociology, and the only jobs such talking heads become is either taxidriver or chip shop owner...but thanks anyway' ok i didnt.
after the ceremony there was a reception from the department. quite nice talking to coursemates from last year. with some of them i went out in the evening, after the dinner. it was really nice to catch up and i got an invitation to iceland. i will see if i take it up. here are some pictures and some comments.
Even if I were the queen I wouldnt clean that castle
i had to be fast and his hands were really sweaty
One highlight of the day, drinking with grandma (after she cried because of happiness)
Wie jetzt? Es gibt ausser Kaffee mit Kondensmilch noch andere Sachen mit Kaffee? Und dann auch noch kalter Kaffee?!? Das kann doch gar nicht schmecken
home-made instead of paying someone to do it
Hm, these English have food as well and they know Schnitzel, interesting. thanks for the gift!
Die Neuenburg ist auch nicht viel schoener
after the ceremony there was a reception from the department. quite nice talking to coursemates from last year. with some of them i went out in the evening, after the dinner. it was really nice to catch up and i got an invitation to iceland. i will see if i take it up. here are some pictures and some comments.
Even if I were the queen I wouldnt clean that castle
i had to be fast and his hands were really sweaty
One highlight of the day, drinking with grandma (after she cried because of happiness)
Wie jetzt? Es gibt ausser Kaffee mit Kondensmilch noch andere Sachen mit Kaffee? Und dann auch noch kalter Kaffee?!? Das kann doch gar nicht schmecken
home-made instead of paying someone to do it
Hm, these English have food as well and they know Schnitzel, interesting. thanks for the gift!
Die Neuenburg ist auch nicht viel schoener
6 are enough
a start: im still working for my german university to do some network analysis of local political elites in east and west germany. it's tedious work and involves lots of number juggling. it is quite interesting tho and at the end i hope that i can really use this form of analysis. unfortunately i cant show you results or graphics here as my supervisor doesnt like it. well, but what i can say is, the mayor of my german hometown has no friends she could ask when she is making decisions. i mean this was clear before but now i can proof it. she only has the former mayor she can ask. but no wonder, both arent really successful. there is the plan now to build a new stadium which would be suitable for premier league football. would be ok if there were a premier league football team in my hometown... both big teams are currently playing in the 4th league or so. but the good side of this stadium is that there will be less money for social projects or just kindergartens....
anyhow, i work in uni for about 2-3 days a week and i can come and go whenever i want to. very convenient. especially after a night out or before. anyone heard of 'qap correlation'? or 'euclidic distances'? this is what i have to know and to calculate. today as well. my supervisor isnt really satisfied with the results and he now wants me to manipulate them until they fit his imagination. and what can network analysis do? it will show you that everyone is connected with everyone via 6 persons at the utmost. not more. and even my hometown's mayor would know someone who is playing a premier league team and could do so in her stadium...
anyhow, i work in uni for about 2-3 days a week and i can come and go whenever i want to. very convenient. especially after a night out or before. anyone heard of 'qap correlation'? or 'euclidic distances'? this is what i have to know and to calculate. today as well. my supervisor isnt really satisfied with the results and he now wants me to manipulate them until they fit his imagination. and what can network analysis do? it will show you that everyone is connected with everyone via 6 persons at the utmost. not more. and even my hometown's mayor would know someone who is playing a premier league team and could do so in her stadium...
Monday, 6 August 2007
BORING!
guten morgen
I wrote at the start of this blog that i usually get bored very fast with such things and that i have to use the time my motivation lasts. this happened now so no wonder that there wasnt anything for the last month or so. it has been quite hectic with emotional high highs and low deeps. i graduated from my masters, i went back to germany for the summer, i have been working on that network analysis thing, i have been working on my phd, i have submitted one article to a journal, i have been preparing another one, i met old friends, i did statistics, i took care of a couple of cats, i made my car older, i drank coffee after 12pm, i went to doctors, i broke my heart, i went jogging, i went to berlin to close circles, i opened the 'presentation bookings' for next year...
lots of 'i' which is boring in itself and to cut it short, dont give up in reading this. there will be new posts very soon. with pictures and more reasonable texts.
apart from this: your body and my mind, together we are great.
I wrote at the start of this blog that i usually get bored very fast with such things and that i have to use the time my motivation lasts. this happened now so no wonder that there wasnt anything for the last month or so. it has been quite hectic with emotional high highs and low deeps. i graduated from my masters, i went back to germany for the summer, i have been working on that network analysis thing, i have been working on my phd, i have submitted one article to a journal, i have been preparing another one, i met old friends, i did statistics, i took care of a couple of cats, i made my car older, i drank coffee after 12pm, i went to doctors, i broke my heart, i went jogging, i went to berlin to close circles, i opened the 'presentation bookings' for next year...
lots of 'i' which is boring in itself and to cut it short, dont give up in reading this. there will be new posts very soon. with pictures and more reasonable texts.
apart from this: your body and my mind, together we are great.
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