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Aug. 4th, 2002 01:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireIt is really beautiful outside right now. Perhaps mid seventies, clear, a bit of a breeze. I have never felt an August below ninety.
I wonder if there was some massive accident around here recently. Every day I see numerous people with bandaged arms or legs, sometimes heads. David remarked on it as well. I see many more older people with crutches and canes.
Brno is a quiet place. I went out last night with some other students, and we spent some time sitting in a very warm bar, before tromping down to another club playing cheesy dance music. The best thing about all of it was ordering drinks filled with ice. Watched a lot of the impossibly good-looking girls. There is something about the way they look, their expressions, their manner of moving, that is so very far from home. It is puzzling and attractive.
Everyone has gone off to Telč today, so I am left in a blessedly empty room. Washed lots of clothes. Will never take my washing machine for granted ever again. Just contemplating the amount of time that used to be spent on just that task... I have been thinking a lot about materialism and machines and the way we live, lately. Reading Edith Wharton and novels about Communism will do that I suppose. Perhaps later the thoughts will clarify themselves, and I will write it all down. I make cryptic and weird notes to myself in the notebook Elisa gave to me, listening to Remy Zero. I have been listening to a lot of Remy Zero lately.
I wonder if there was some massive accident around here recently. Every day I see numerous people with bandaged arms or legs, sometimes heads. David remarked on it as well. I see many more older people with crutches and canes.
Brno is a quiet place. I went out last night with some other students, and we spent some time sitting in a very warm bar, before tromping down to another club playing cheesy dance music. The best thing about all of it was ordering drinks filled with ice. Watched a lot of the impossibly good-looking girls. There is something about the way they look, their expressions, their manner of moving, that is so very far from home. It is puzzling and attractive.
Everyone has gone off to Telč today, so I am left in a blessedly empty room. Washed lots of clothes. Will never take my washing machine for granted ever again. Just contemplating the amount of time that used to be spent on just that task... I have been thinking a lot about materialism and machines and the way we live, lately. Reading Edith Wharton and novels about Communism will do that I suppose. Perhaps later the thoughts will clarify themselves, and I will write it all down. I make cryptic and weird notes to myself in the notebook Elisa gave to me, listening to Remy Zero. I have been listening to a lot of Remy Zero lately.