Today was a pretty long day with three classes and two special lectures: one on Cabaret with a special emphasis on German Cabaret and another from a Case-alum-turned-Googler who came and gave us a presentation on everyone’s favorite search engine. My suitemates, who were fortunate enough to attend last year’s talk, said that the presentation was essentially the same, but I enjoyed it all the same. There were some fun little insights into the way Google is run and the attitude that drives things. I have to say that Google is one of the few companies that makes me regret being an aerospace engineer. They do, apparently, have some room for mechanical engineers, but aside from cooling their computer stacks, I doubt that they have much use for my aero skills. I could tell myself that my web design skills might be of use, but, again, I would probably be deluding myself. At least I have Cornell to look forward to. Also, I have Google swag.
A fellow Case student already has some photos of the event up, many of which include myself and my suitemates. Sadly, it’s pretty obvious in those pictures that I need some more sleep. Which explains why I’m posting this instead of sleeping, right?
Listening to more Irish radio has not given me my much desired chance to hear Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova’s new single, “Sleeping”. It has, however, delivered a conversation about a missing albino pony and the €1000 reward being offered for its return. The farmer calling in was absolutely priceless. I swear that I had about a half second delay in understanding everything he said even though he was speaking English. Very bizarre feeling, that.
My officemate suggested that I practice such an Irish accent and then call into the college radio station. I don’t know that I could manage it, frankly.
Speaking of languages, I am now officially no longer a German major.
It’s amazing the amusement I can derive from listening to foreign radio. I’m currently listening to Ireland’s 2FM and even the advertisements amuse me. Living with Sky TV for two years convinced me that commercials can be entertaining and not annoying. They don’t have to be one exceedingly nervous used cars salesman followed by a craptastic have-you-ever-been-hurt-by-anything-call-us-and-let-us-get-you-money shyster lawyer and then a pharm commercial. (I don’t want to type the full word, probably for fear of having my inbox flooded with spam containing that most hated of words.) I’ve actually been tempted to dig up some of the videos I taped off of SkyOne to show my suitemates. We could fast forward through the shows and just watch the commercials.
Because adverts don’t have to suck. They can be funny! Except in the U.S. We apparently have laws against that.
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