lørdag den 13. august 2011

This might seem unrelated, but my psychologist is trying to teach me to be cognitive about my emotions. Today I need to display some fury on the internet:
and I can now breathe again.

More thrilling posts on my preparations for Germany coming up. I can reveal that I am almost down to owning nothing more than a suitcase and my climbing gear; I offered most of the fluffy stuff I had to two cats that are under my supervision in the week before I go to Ireland for Vipassana. One of the cats graciously grated the gesture by giving me all he had in return -- puking on the carpet and poo/pee-ing on the floor.

Other entities have shown other signs of gratitude by receiving what used to be mine.

torsdag den 4. august 2011

The heart of the darkness

One PhD-thesis down, I have decided to take on the even bigger literary challenge of maintaining a blog. By popular -- or, more precisely, poplar -- request (yes, I do still enjoy the occasional conversation with my fellow trees), this blog speak English.

My previous blog is dead beyond the hope of defibrillation; the emotional health of my heart is best described as pending to be mending; but I am still climbing -- and for the connoisseurs, the expiry date of the debated package in this post is closing in.

The onset of this blog comes in conjunction with my preparations for yet another exploration of planet earth: I will be paid to do mathematics for three months in the sinister forests surrounding Oberwolfach as a Leibniz Fellow. However, with the cooperation of aperture I will also find time to depict just how dark the trees of the dark forests are; along with other projects.

I realize that the darkness of the forest will severely complicate any missions of finding me. But, my dear reader, should you decide to take on such a venture, you will (hopefully) be legally entitled to exclaim "Dr. Bargheer, I pressume".

My advisor, pushing me into the above title, has warned me that living in the dark forests of Oberwolfach will bear a resemblance of living in a monastery. For three years I have been paid to take her advice, and by habit of this spirit I am going to learn Vipassana meditation, prior to my journey. As a distraction of the spiritual path, the black forest is apparently swarming with climbable rock-faces!

Other minor preparations include defending my thesis, writing postdoc applications, buy a car, learn German from "Das Glasperlenspiel" -- and climb rock.