its sunny outside

I'm practicing Czech verbs out loud, and watching the Price is Right from the corner of my eye. I love Tuesday and Thursday mornings. I can sleep in, be slow and relax. Well I would have if someone hadn't been calling me every ten minutes and hanging up! Grrr..

life in television

Sitting here with my glass of Smirnoff and lemonade, I'm all done with my homework for tonight. Tomorrow is culture day in Czech so perhaps Professor P. will teach us a song.

All I want to do is bake potatos and bread. Though I should be working on that pesky resume so I can find another job and go back to working like a good little American. Bah.

Rumors abound that the government might televize the federal execution of McVeigh. I wanted to cry when I heard that. How hideous. Like that will deter anyone. All it will do is make McVeigh a matyr and continue desensitizing people to violence and death. Nothing is real in the country of the television.

Maybe I will just go sit in the bath tub, read the Chronicle and eat oranges. Nabokov used to write in the tub, eating little oranges all day when he and Vera were poor in Germany.