Right now all of us (ie. myself + 0.5, Banjo and Unix) have confined ourselves in the study, because we have workers demolishing part of the lounge room. Well, to be fair, they're demolishing with the goal to fix, as there has been cold air coming from one of the walls and we suspect that there might actually be a hole in the outer wall. We have to be grateful to our body corporate for speedily arranging this, as in minus temperatures in winter it is less than optimal. Ahhh - the wonders of high-rise construction :)
Unix is hiding under the couch, and Banjo in the corner behind a bookshelf. Poor kittens... they are very stressed and haven't eaten anything and both are sitting curled up with their eyes wide open trying to work out what all the strange and loud noises are. The baby is also demonstrating his disapproval, by kicking in every possible direction. I am the lucky one with ear plugs... the bliss!
In the meantime, despite all the drilling, hammering and crunching noises, I finished the first draft of my bachelor thesis. I'm meeting with my supervisor on Monday - see what he says. Overall I think it's not too bad, but the statistical analysis hasn't really provided that many eye-opening results. Although I did find that older soviet migrants are significantly lonelier than older Germans... I just can't seem to figure out why - no predictor variables seem to be significant. May be it has nothing to do with social networks (which is what my theory is)... oh well - we'll see.
Maybe it's their gloomier and more morbid disposition towards life? Clive has a theory about Russian morbid sense of humor/outlook...
ReplyDeletehmmm... may be, but how do you test "morbidity towards life"? I mean most questions that one could come up with would be the same as for depression... although I guess with enough research you could prolly come up with a reasonable questionnaire just for that. Need to ponder that...
ReplyDelete