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Today isn’t father’s day in Germany (that was last month), but it is Bloomsday everywhere. Which means it’s also a certain poetical wedding anniversary day, see more here. I’ve just come from not one but two conferences, one in Leipzig, one in Lorsch, which were exhausting yet also very interesting. Met intriguing people, learned about more dire things in the world but in a captivating way, if that makes sense. However, it also means I’m not up to composing lengthy posts, and tomorrow it’s British Invasion day, aka I have the chance to show
jesuswasbatman Bamberg. (So if the poor guy ends up collapsing between Hill #4 and Hill #5 of the Franconian Rome, you know whom to blame.) And on Tuesday I’m going to Munich for the last few days before the Big Trip Of The Year, so when on earth I’ll be able to write my Borgias finale review, I don’t know.
Meanwhile, let me remind you again today isn’t only Bloomsday but also
twiceuponatime is a go. Considering Ulysses takes place on a single day, I suddenly wonder how a James Joycean take on Storybrooke under the curse would fare. But a better word acrobat than yours truly would have to try.
Also, have a Six Feet Under meta link: a beautiful analysis of one particular dream sequence in season 5.
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Meanwhile, let me remind you again today isn’t only Bloomsday but also
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Also, have a Six Feet Under meta link: a beautiful analysis of one particular dream sequence in season 5.