Plans, eh ?!

Leaving in the ddm, spending the larger part of the day by looking at tons of papers, plans mostly ; all of a sudden in the late afternoon one finds oneself standing in front of some people who want to go home, presenting a project one has  – sorry for the rude expression – pulled out of the derrière in the early afternoon over two cups of coffee, or, to be correct, one chocolate and one coffee. What started as a “come over and have a look at our plans”-trip morphed into (the vague chance of) a full-scale project of at least nine months, or possibly more. Frightening and funny at the same time.
One part of the archive materials is stored in a 1902 madhouse. The guide would marvel at the impressing construction of the windows (“vandalenfest”) ; the sophisticated way of in-direct lightning and the very modern heating installations ; the unbreakable doors ; yeah, very impressive cell, state of the art in times of Emperor Wilhelm II. Nevertheless the doors are carefully blocked with stuff, so they don’t slam shut, and the whole building is downright nightmare-inducing – thank you, I won’t work there and do not want to see the small exhibition on the first floor. Especially when I’d have to pass the modern high-security facility next door in the evening. Even on this sunny afternoon it gave the impression of a 1943 prisoner of war camp.
It was an exhausting, and perhaps promising, expedition into Middle Franconia. If there should ever materialize a project, it would start in spring 2016 earliest, all their budget-planning for this year is through, all this needs a long notice – einen langen Vorlauf, while everybody else lives hand-to-mouth, oh hell yeah, we’re flexible.
No, I do not want to mumblegrumblegrouse. I just look in astonishment at the way public administration is doing business, it’s always astounding again. I should be used to it now, working as a trigger man in the public sector of culture is nothing new to me, and here my role would be to cover the head-honcho’s derrière against attacks, simply because the job (the whole project as it constitutes itself right now) involves to get rid of a lot of stuff. And nothing is worse than to cull materials, files, plans esp. from an archive, one needs a very good explanation for doing this. You can easily get things into an archive, you can barely get them out. And given the history of the institution in question, their more or less hostile relation with the responsible archive of the state, I can’t help but feel like being elected for the position of scapegoat.
I have the feeling that I shouldn’t worry now. Pay me and I shred it. After all it’s just paper, this brittle stuff they used for copies all through the last century, and besides me and one or two blokes who want to get rid of the stuff, nobody will know what was in there. And let’s be honest, most of these ten thousand files are simply nonsense.
But it’s nothing to built on, just a vague promise, so I’ll keep my hand in the lottery, and drive kiddies, that’s an honest job after all.

Sunday Music

Hubbaahh – Pfingstmontag counts as Sunday, at least in civilized societies, so no worries. Tomorrow in the damndarkmorning (thank you for this word, Savannah) mago Inc. will start an expedition into the heart of the middlefranconian darkness, in pursuit of adventure, contract & cash : Let’s hope for the best. And while hoping – Mr. Knudsen had his birthday some days ago (22nd of May) – Happy Birthday, Søren ! – let’s hope that some of the holy spirit accidentally spills over and drips a bit on him, and on the rest of us too, we all could use a bit of enlightenment & stuff.

Without further ado – this Sunday Music is Toccata II by Johann Jacob FROBERGER (1616-1667) (Ger., Eng.), performed by Stanislav HELLER (Eng., obit), I hope you enjoy it. FROBERGER had an interesting life, was travelling a lot, and – of course, 17th century ! – a melancholicus. His œvre is really worth to be discovered, at least imho. His life ended in Montbéliard – sounds a lot better than the German Mömpelgard ! (Ger., Eng.) – at the court of Sybilla von Württemberg. There were some ladies of this name, these Suebian Sybillae seemingly had a good influence, on the nature-boys they were married to, as well as on the people they were to reign, their courts being islands of civilization in natural wilderness …

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How to (be made) Jump

Imagine it was an early day. Sun shines in while you soak in your bathtub at midday. The water has just the right temperature, fresh air softly waves in from an open window. You read one or two pages and realise that you are too tired to follow the text. So you put the book away, search and find a comfortable position in the warm and friendly water, you hear birds sing through the open kitchen window, put the warm washcloth on your chest, after all it is a bit fresh outside ; you are already dozing off, just some quiet minutes … distantly you hear someone approaching your front door very fast and determined, the bell pierces your ears, a sharp knock very near, I jumped out of my skin squealin’ like a piglet.
At least I had put the book on higher ground.

Sunday Music

Sorry, I have not much to say today. I’m waiting for a phone call.
Tomorrow business as usual. Wonder what the week will bring.
We hear a Fantasie by Silvius Leopold WEISS (1687-1750) (Ger., Eng.), performed by the Norwegian guitarist Sven LUNDESTAD (No.), hope you like it.

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