En Tokig Tebjudning
Tuesday
I am currently in the process of preparing tomorrow's music sociology seminar. Without bragging (but that would be impossible, because C.L. hasn't been my teacher anyway), it is still very nice to encounter familiar names "all over the world" (read: imn England) in books, journals and in the classroom: like being referred to Christel Lutz in a chapter on the social psychology of emotion experienced during music listening.
Also, while reading for this seminar, I came across some nice (ahum) euphemisms: any ideas what is meant by "temporal trajectories", involving "corporeal grammars", or, in other words "particular intimate action forms"?* Sociology can be very cute, but I wish they would transform the discourse informing this academic paradigm into one constituting less opaque embodiments of mundane actions and feelings...
(i.e. cut the crap)
On this place I intended to write an extended piece on Oxford. But both today and yesterday turned out much more busy than expected, so you "houden dat tegoed". What you do get already today: a beautiful entry-title. It's Swedish, brought to you by O. (see below) and means...
Oh, by the way, would I be excused if I gave away a dead secret? It might mean O.&co. will never be able find a decent job because they can't use their letter of recommendation anymore, but I am positive the fit of laughter they have given me is worth it. They have participated in an international programming contest in Stockholm as (one of the) the UUtrecht team(s) under the truly patriotic name "Koeienmelk'. "'s Lands Beste", zullen we maar zeggen.
Still on yesterday, which was then still today, or tuesday, I wrote:
To conclude: I have broken into my vast collection of peppernuts (not counting the chocolate-glacéd ones we had last week).
God, they are delicious.
This year might not pass as Sinterklaas-less as I had expected, but I will tell you about that only after some special arrangements have been confirmed!
Today, or wednesday,
the day I would definitively write about Oxford, using yesterday's post as a basis. (now I decided to just post it anyway, just for you to have something to read; but this is really just some babbling around what should have been the central topic...):
At the moment I am listening to BBC radio3, the classical channel. Could anyone please tell me who Shopper is, or Deebiusee? Or Revvel?
More about music: we have been reading some "fascinating stuff"(isn't that the expression every teacher uses? But it's certainly true in this case.) about music teaching (a.o. the notion of "talent") > this will fascinate d. in particular; and about music therapy (a.o. how shocking circumstances for neonates are, living in the middle of a true cacophony in their glass cages, and how this is not very conducive to born-too-early-babies achieving homoeostasis (I suppose Y. at least knows what I am talking about, but probably many more), and how music can help neonates in obtaining more stable, more regular patterns of breathing, movement, sleep, oxygen level, et cetera > I think this will interest m.! I will tell you all about it during Christmas.
Oh, I am afraid I will do some boasting this time. So now is the moment to plug your ears. It's just that I haven't been able to tell this to anyone yet:
Jippieieie! I got my first grade, and it's an 80%, which means first class, which means an A at UCU! (On their Erasmus grade-conversion site they even say that it means a 9 or a 10 in the normal Dutch system, but that I don't believe). I quote from my teacher's guidelines:
"First Class: 70-100% A first class mark is awarded for a piece of work which has been researched in depth, showing a broad and deep knowledge of the topic and an awareness of current research; is clearly structured and well argued, providing clear references to the research material; is located within the existing literature; is perceptive, showing independence of thought and originality; and which is well written and well presented.
78-84% Displays striking insight, sophistication, originality and analytical skills; the quality of the work overall far outweighs any shortcomings or possibility of improvement. Clear command of the materials used." Aha.
Our seminar today went well, too. That is, making a good presentation in this (sociology of music) class is rather easy (as I kind of told before): just the fact of me standing up while presenting, not using notes (or even reading aloud, as the others do), looking at my audience (instead of the floor/my notes) and asking them some questions, and using powerpoint (which they don't use, apparently) with a green background ("wow: that makes it so memorisable!" - Sure, when you have never seen powerpoint...) was already enough to win compliments. And to distract attention from the rather meagre contents, apparently.
You can open your ears/eyes again now!
For we have arrived at the end of this post.
I will leave you with this thought:
Conclusion of the (wednes)day (although you might already have learnt this elsewhere): boiling water can be hot. Don't throw it in your face. Also not in anyone else's face (if you like them).
Bye bye!
*That's right: we have X-rated stuff here.
I am currently in the process of preparing tomorrow's music sociology seminar. Without bragging (but that would be impossible, because C.L. hasn't been my teacher anyway), it is still very nice to encounter familiar names "all over the world" (read: imn England) in books, journals and in the classroom: like being referred to Christel Lutz in a chapter on the social psychology of emotion experienced during music listening.
Also, while reading for this seminar, I came across some nice (ahum) euphemisms: any ideas what is meant by "temporal trajectories", involving "corporeal grammars", or, in other words "particular intimate action forms"?* Sociology can be very cute, but I wish they would transform the discourse informing this academic paradigm into one constituting less opaque embodiments of mundane actions and feelings...
(i.e. cut the crap)
On this place I intended to write an extended piece on Oxford. But both today and yesterday turned out much more busy than expected, so you "houden dat tegoed". What you do get already today: a beautiful entry-title. It's Swedish, brought to you by O. (see below) and means...
Oh, by the way, would I be excused if I gave away a dead secret? It might mean O.&co. will never be able find a decent job because they can't use their letter of recommendation anymore, but I am positive the fit of laughter they have given me is worth it. They have participated in an international programming contest in Stockholm as (one of the) the UUtrecht team(s) under the truly patriotic name "Koeienmelk'. "'s Lands Beste", zullen we maar zeggen.
Still on yesterday, which was then still today, or tuesday, I wrote:
To conclude: I have broken into my vast collection of peppernuts (not counting the chocolate-glacéd ones we had last week).
God, they are delicious.
This year might not pass as Sinterklaas-less as I had expected, but I will tell you about that only after some special arrangements have been confirmed!
Today, or wednesday,
the day I would definitively write about Oxford, using yesterday's post as a basis. (now I decided to just post it anyway, just for you to have something to read; but this is really just some babbling around what should have been the central topic...):
At the moment I am listening to BBC radio3, the classical channel. Could anyone please tell me who Shopper is, or Deebiusee? Or Revvel?
More about music: we have been reading some "fascinating stuff"(isn't that the expression every teacher uses? But it's certainly true in this case.) about music teaching (a.o. the notion of "talent") > this will fascinate d. in particular; and about music therapy (a.o. how shocking circumstances for neonates are, living in the middle of a true cacophony in their glass cages, and how this is not very conducive to born-too-early-babies achieving homoeostasis (I suppose Y. at least knows what I am talking about, but probably many more), and how music can help neonates in obtaining more stable, more regular patterns of breathing, movement, sleep, oxygen level, et cetera > I think this will interest m.! I will tell you all about it during Christmas.
Oh, I am afraid I will do some boasting this time. So now is the moment to plug your ears. It's just that I haven't been able to tell this to anyone yet:
Jippieieie! I got my first grade, and it's an 80%, which means first class, which means an A at UCU! (On their Erasmus grade-conversion site they even say that it means a 9 or a 10 in the normal Dutch system, but that I don't believe). I quote from my teacher's guidelines:
"First Class: 70-100% A first class mark is awarded for a piece of work which has been researched in depth, showing a broad and deep knowledge of the topic and an awareness of current research; is clearly structured and well argued, providing clear references to the research material; is located within the existing literature; is perceptive, showing independence of thought and originality; and which is well written and well presented.
78-84% Displays striking insight, sophistication, originality and analytical skills; the quality of the work overall far outweighs any shortcomings or possibility of improvement. Clear command of the materials used." Aha.
Our seminar today went well, too. That is, making a good presentation in this (sociology of music) class is rather easy (as I kind of told before): just the fact of me standing up while presenting, not using notes (or even reading aloud, as the others do), looking at my audience (instead of the floor/my notes) and asking them some questions, and using powerpoint (which they don't use, apparently) with a green background ("wow: that makes it so memorisable!" - Sure, when you have never seen powerpoint...) was already enough to win compliments. And to distract attention from the rather meagre contents, apparently.
You can open your ears/eyes again now!
For we have arrived at the end of this post.
I will leave you with this thought:
Conclusion of the (wednes)day (although you might already have learnt this elsewhere): boiling water can be hot. Don't throw it in your face. Also not in anyone else's face (if you like them).
Bye bye!
*That's right: we have X-rated stuff here.
posted by Anna P.H. Geurts | 11:28 pm
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