At the end of the day I have an office all to myself with a desk, a computer table, a visitor's table, two chairs, a computer that is connected to the Internet and is running the newest Microslop programs, a telephone I can use to call anywhere in the world (in Berlin I have to register toll calls with the telephone desk and wait for them to complete the call. For foreign calls I have to have "permission" from the president), a card for the copier and one that will get me into the building any time of the day or night (I tried it, it works! In Berlin I can't work nights or weekends because the building is closed. Period.) and a key that works in all the important doors, for example the office suppies room. In Berlin we can get office supplies Wednesdays between 12 and 14, and special orders for luxuries like transparencies or pens for transparencies are not done. Here I could pick up a block of slides and a bunch of pens. Joy!
Tonight is the big opening gala festival - this is the first semester for the new school. The minister president is coming, as well as the minister president from Denmark, which is just a short ferry ride away. When we celebrated our 25th anniversary at the TFH Berlin, we couldn't get either Diepgen (the mayor) or Radunski (the senator responsible for the school) to show up, they sent Thies, the Staatssekretär.
In the evening we had the grand opening of the college. Lots of probably magnificient singers sang too much opera, there was a tremendous orchestra and a brass group playing the newly composed school song (not exactly something to whistle along with, this newer music), a bunch of more or less boring talks by the magnificient men (a nice Introduction by Klaus Rifberg, a rather well-know Danish writer) and a rather cute talk by the student union leader who invited the rector for a dance at the opening of the new student union house in a few weeks ("en chans till en dans med Pelle Glantz", it rhymes!) and then gave him a warm Monica-Lewinsky-hug. Finally we got down to the important part of the evening, the food. 1500 people were standing around with a most awesome spread of fancy fish food, artfully draped on these plates that had little wine glass holder thingys because there were no tables. One hoped one didn't need to sneeze, as one had no hands available... The folks around the lunch table today guessed that it must have cost about 1000 SEK a head (about 250 DM). Could hire 3 people for a year on that and have some left over...
Got my email straightened out today, there were already 28 letters waiting for me, all needing printing out to keep, as Swedish society is an open society, anyone can come in at anytime and ask to see my official correspondence. Gotta get a hole puncher organized fast, before I drown in paper.
Got me a hole punch organized, I now have 3 pretty folders up on my otherwise pretty bare shelves. I spent the rest of the day chasing after a Swedish Personalnummer, seems you have to have this number, sort of like the Social Security number in the States, to be considered a real person and allowed to have a private telephone or a bank account...
After lunch we had a guest from ABB. 15 minutes into his talk the fire bell went off... so we shooed everybody outside and waited. The bell rang and rang, no fire truck. We were sure it was a false alarm, but would *you* take the responsibility and tell them to go back in? You couldn't hear yourself talk anyway over the bell. So we walked across the bridge to the park around the state courthouse and had the talk there, using a white piece of paper in the middle as the overhead projector - worked quite well, despite the noise from the cars. The interesting observation was how long it took to get the decision made to cross the street - no one, not even the teacher responsible for the course, jumped at my suggestion. We stood outside for another 8 minutes, before we crossed the street. Of course, about 200 meters away, the bell went off, but we continued to the park. At least that will be a lesson they will remember!
I've been reworking the courseware for Lynn Andrea Stein's Java course. It is quite a task, as it is too informal for my taste. And, I have to understand the examples, so I don't look too stupid in front of the class. I've installed a Java environment and am struggling with it. I really prefer seat-of-the-pants programming in JDK using emacs, thank you.
Spent 3 days in a workshop for the Virtuelle Fachhochschule last week. It was very intense and I come away with a feeling of having quite a lot more to do for the project than I had envisioned. I'll have to spend part of today fixing the financial side. The first version included stuff like how many student-hours and workers per month. Then that had to be changed to DM values. Now someone wants the DM broken down into student-hours per month and workers per month... Rule 1 of burocratic combat: Never throw anything away. Rule 2: always have the paper in your drawer that they are going to need next.
Had a nice experiment with my Internet-Redaktion in Berlin this morning. They suggested we use the chat-function from Netmeeting to have a proper conversation. It really wasn't as much trouble as I had thought: Just got some IP-numbers together, and we had a Chat going! Of course, true to the Chat philosophy, we really didn't have anything to say to one another, but we practiced. So now, when we have an emergency, we can communicate this way. I'll use this in my Diplomandenseminar coming semester!
I don't think that Java is a good language for beginners, too much syntactical detail that takes away from the cold concepts. I'm beginning to like Eiffel (and I already like Ada) even more for instructional purposes. Reading in integers from the Keyboard is a bitch - like 5 lines of code? Okay, so you write it once and package it away, but golly, do we have to have it like this?
And I've been fighting the authorities on the personnr front. It's getting worse, now my son needs a number for kindergarten. Malmö högskola had to write a letter about how very much they want me to stay on for 3 months and would the authorities please give my son a number so the kommun will shut up and pay for his kindergarten place. I've threatened to pack up and leave, I do have sabbatical, so I can be anywhere and do anything I want to, I don't have to put up with this.
It's amazing the amount of technology transfer a person can do in such a short time. I've been preaching chat and video conferencing for quite some time, one of the techies looked over my shoulder the other day and asked what I was doing. When I explained - I now have diplom seminars by chat down to an art, I can actually get real work done by chat! - his chin dropped, and 30 minutes later he had the software installed and was showing others how it worked.
I thoroughly enjoy the discussions with people on the state of the Swedish university system, on curricula, and of course on the position of women in Sweden. What a shock to find that the discrimination against women is rampant here, just more beneath the surface!
So why am I writing so much this evening? I was supposed to pick up my husband at 8pm, he will be coming in at 11pm. Seems SAS was surprised by some snow today. Gee, really, you mean it snows in Copenhagen? In December? Come on... Compared to Germans, Swedes and Danes can't organize their way out of a box, but at least they are very polite and friendly when they explain that something has gone wrong or that something can't be done, as opposed to Berlin, where the bakery people snap at you if you don't place your order right...
2004-07-07
We went to "Lekbakken", near Perstorp, this afternoon. What a wonderful place! We first played "soccer golf", an absolutely murderous game that the kids (my son and his friend) enjoyed tremendously. It is like miniature golf, only it is played with a soccer ball on a large field. The greens are built like miniature golf courses with hazards and doo-dads, except you don't have to holler at the kids to stop banging the golf clubs around and to keep off the greens, etc. It is just mowed gras - if your ball gets into the unmowed stuff, you are out and have to take a penalty hit. It started of fine, I even got some 3's on some holes. Then it started to get awful - treacherous, long, windy, only do-able if you can actually kick the ball into the air.... so Mom got a lot of 10's and lost. We spent 1 1/2 hours playing 18 holes and getting our exercise!
Then the guys started to play with the other stuff there - labyrinths, balancing games, silly bicycles, wooden flipper games, trampolines, wooden music instruments, fantastic climbing towers, and lots of water to get wet in (yes, of course. Rade always gets wet). While the kids played, Mom enjoyed a nice coffee with the owner of the place in a lovely garden. He is retired, used to be a school principle. He feels that kids need stuff to encourage their fantasy and to get them to move - too many couch potatoes any more. He really has done a fantastic job with this place, and with the nice quiet garden for the parents to have coffee and rejuvenate after the soccer golf - this was a very enjoyable day, and for just 60 SEK a person it was not that expensive, either.