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and yes, the weather is lovely...
May. 31st, 2001 12:58 pmSo I live close to Gymnasium Kepler, and we were too busy talking to notice the wet sidewalk and balloon pieces this morning. Until some giggling Czech teenagers chunked a couple water balloons at us. Heh. It was so funny. Remind me to walk home on the other side of the street.
I went clubbing with Leigh twice this week. The first time was a lot of fun, in this tiny basement place with good looking gay men dancing on the bar. Last night we went to Lavka, a m ore American place and it was gross. Older, aging sleazy American men who can't dance. I had to slap one guy. Tonight I think I'm just going to hang out and drink at a pub with Jean. We're going to Radost this weekend, probably more than once since Eric wants a real American brunch. I hate to admit it but that sounds so good right now.
My Czech classes are great. Jitka is the greatest language teacher in the country, and I feel so honored that she is teaching my intermediate class. She's teaching advanced as well, along with a million other classes. Exams start next week at Charles too, so things will be mad. They can only take so many students, so the entrance exams must be brutal.
Walking home from the little grocery is one of my favorite things to do. My arms are filled with a bottle of water, a bottle of lemonade, two sandwiches and a pack of cookies. Something about going down that hill with my arms full of food makes me alive and happy and something mroe than real. Maybe it just reminds me too much of all the literature, and I wonder if I am really here.
I haven't figured out yet how all the Czech women stalk around in those stiletto heels on cobblestones. I stumble in my Docs still. The prostitutes wear these great heeled boots.
Oh! Levne Knihy is great! I bought a Czech edition of Where The Wild Things Are for 5 korun! Pennies! Also a copy of a Moorcock book, and spent less than a dollar. Now I just need to find a decent dictionary for translations next semester and it will be all good.
While we were drinking at home the other night, we share our ice cream with Hana in exchange for stories. Her father served in the army for a time, and Ivan Klima was the Commanding Officer. She told hilarious stories about what a short, prissy, awful man he was, and the terrible things he father said about him at home. so I feel better about not liking Klima now.
I'm going to answer all my email now. Anyone who wants to keep me updated on the Yogurt Shop murders, McVeigh or Bush's hooligan drunk daughter, drop me a line. Heh. I can't believe I miss Headline News.
I went clubbing with Leigh twice this week. The first time was a lot of fun, in this tiny basement place with good looking gay men dancing on the bar. Last night we went to Lavka, a m ore American place and it was gross. Older, aging sleazy American men who can't dance. I had to slap one guy. Tonight I think I'm just going to hang out and drink at a pub with Jean. We're going to Radost this weekend, probably more than once since Eric wants a real American brunch. I hate to admit it but that sounds so good right now.
My Czech classes are great. Jitka is the greatest language teacher in the country, and I feel so honored that she is teaching my intermediate class. She's teaching advanced as well, along with a million other classes. Exams start next week at Charles too, so things will be mad. They can only take so many students, so the entrance exams must be brutal.
Walking home from the little grocery is one of my favorite things to do. My arms are filled with a bottle of water, a bottle of lemonade, two sandwiches and a pack of cookies. Something about going down that hill with my arms full of food makes me alive and happy and something mroe than real. Maybe it just reminds me too much of all the literature, and I wonder if I am really here.
I haven't figured out yet how all the Czech women stalk around in those stiletto heels on cobblestones. I stumble in my Docs still. The prostitutes wear these great heeled boots.
Oh! Levne Knihy is great! I bought a Czech edition of Where The Wild Things Are for 5 korun! Pennies! Also a copy of a Moorcock book, and spent less than a dollar. Now I just need to find a decent dictionary for translations next semester and it will be all good.
While we were drinking at home the other night, we share our ice cream with Hana in exchange for stories. Her father served in the army for a time, and Ivan Klima was the Commanding Officer. She told hilarious stories about what a short, prissy, awful man he was, and the terrible things he father said about him at home. so I feel better about not liking Klima now.
I'm going to answer all my email now. Anyone who wants to keep me updated on the Yogurt Shop murders, McVeigh or Bush's hooligan drunk daughter, drop me a line. Heh. I can't believe I miss Headline News.
