Ich mag nicht arbeiten, aber wer mag denn arbeiten?

I was walking towards my German class last night, down a near deserted hall in Folwell, when I realized that something was strange. Could it have been the really loud techno-pop beat of some vintage Kraftwerk? How can you not love a German class that greets you with Autobhan, complete with the lyrics on the overhead, and German grad student/instructor extrodinare Jason Peck singing along from a desk on the side? In the movie of my life, I will highlight that scene. It's a crowd pleaser.

Also on the German tip, I was down in the U of Minnesota journal stacks today, poking around for some early 20th century German anthropology journals for a project I'm working on, and I had the pleasure of discovering my new favorite journal. Swimming Techniques! It looks just like it sounds - and as a bonus, seems to be from the 1940s. If I had a kitschy t-shirt company, I would rule the world with these pictures. That and Czech science fiction.