![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kitewithfishSo, there have been some requests (Hi, Mom!) for more information about what my internship will look like. (And on this count, I must hand it to Alexandra, she does seem to have picked something truly nifty.)
MOM is an online archive for documents from Central European monasteries and dioceses. I met with two of the heads, and Alex, over breakfast Monday. It was a very quick meeting, because the person we'd come into contact with was late, and his buddy was there waiting for us, but looked too young to be the right person. And, so, basically, it was clarified that I would like to work for them for no cost, and that I've been a researcher for one professor and that I seem to know how to use a computer pretty well. So, I world be perfectly able to do a good deal of grunt work for them, though it's unclear when I will attempt to start this sucker. Really, I should try and get in contact with them now, because Alex mentioned at the meeting that I have most of February off, and I really actually would not like for them to think that I would not mind using my travel time to work for them.
So, with that done. I set out today to read the lecture outline that the professor of my history class kindly sends out before the lecture, but I was interrupted by gemütlichkeit and neighborliness last night. Last night, not only was the alcohol a little intoxicating, but also the fact that two of the visitors who stayed latest, Amadeo and Nicki (a man), were *German*. And Germans lack the distinctively thick Austrian accent that's been plaguing me beyond my ability to express clearly- tipsy and speaking in very colloquial German, I could still understand the Germans, while the Austrians were a complete mystery to me.
Anyhoo, I seem uniformly to wake up at 7.30 am, which works sometimes in my favor and sometimes not. As it stands, I will have to go to class earlier tomorrow, so I shall skip a good deal of the whole sitting around until the middle of the night, and probably just hang out a bit at the beginning of the night before heading to bed at a 'wise' hour.
Anyhoo, my history class was interesting and the professor seemed nice and showed lots of pictures. I should go in and talk to him about the required reading, because clearly there is a *lot* that I could read, but once more the sheer mass of the German I have to deal with makes the timing a bit hard. Still, he seems nice enough, and it should be fairly painless.
I got money onto my little chip card today, so once I buy detergent, I should be able to function as a real human being and do some washing. Yay! One wonders still how it's going to get from the washing room into my room, but I will work something out.
MOM is an online archive for documents from Central European monasteries and dioceses. I met with two of the heads, and Alex, over breakfast Monday. It was a very quick meeting, because the person we'd come into contact with was late, and his buddy was there waiting for us, but looked too young to be the right person. And, so, basically, it was clarified that I would like to work for them for no cost, and that I've been a researcher for one professor and that I seem to know how to use a computer pretty well. So, I world be perfectly able to do a good deal of grunt work for them, though it's unclear when I will attempt to start this sucker. Really, I should try and get in contact with them now, because Alex mentioned at the meeting that I have most of February off, and I really actually would not like for them to think that I would not mind using my travel time to work for them.
So, with that done. I set out today to read the lecture outline that the professor of my history class kindly sends out before the lecture, but I was interrupted by gemütlichkeit and neighborliness last night. Last night, not only was the alcohol a little intoxicating, but also the fact that two of the visitors who stayed latest, Amadeo and Nicki (a man), were *German*. And Germans lack the distinctively thick Austrian accent that's been plaguing me beyond my ability to express clearly- tipsy and speaking in very colloquial German, I could still understand the Germans, while the Austrians were a complete mystery to me.
Anyhoo, I seem uniformly to wake up at 7.30 am, which works sometimes in my favor and sometimes not. As it stands, I will have to go to class earlier tomorrow, so I shall skip a good deal of the whole sitting around until the middle of the night, and probably just hang out a bit at the beginning of the night before heading to bed at a 'wise' hour.
Anyhoo, my history class was interesting and the professor seemed nice and showed lots of pictures. I should go in and talk to him about the required reading, because clearly there is a *lot* that I could read, but once more the sheer mass of the German I have to deal with makes the timing a bit hard. Still, he seems nice enough, and it should be fairly painless.
I got money onto my little chip card today, so once I buy detergent, I should be able to function as a real human being and do some washing. Yay! One wonders still how it's going to get from the washing room into my room, but I will work something out.
