Cunning Nowhere

In the south of China, I have learned to speak the Hokkien dialect. As I am a red(well, pale yellow)-haired barbarian, I cannot adequately reproduce the sounds of a famous profanity. But I have taken it as my own. You need to use your imagination, my dear Hokkien friends. Guds hjælp, Folkets kærlighed, Danmarks styrke, Kynings havn.

Friday, March 24, 2006

marking

It is crazy. My friends in Ost-Asia, they are laughing at me again. I told Kapten Hokk, "Whah Lauw, by the name of your father, this work is so too busy for this time of year!" That was last term. Then comes the second term. It is worse than madness, it is like something from Ibsen or maybe from Kafka.

So I am busy, apart from my spring holiday in Reykjavik. Here, is marking, and marking, and more marking. I am having conversation with the Alchemist, and he is saying, "So what do you think we are paying you for?" I reply, "To teach and apparently I am also to mark incredible amounts of work."

"Ha ha ha," he chortles (this is English word most appropriate, trust me you). "Ha ha, dan mark!"

I get the joke at first because it is not funny at all.

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