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Rants, raves and random observations from an itinerant epidemiologist.

100 in 1000
  1. Spend a week up a mountain learning to ski
  2. Visit Karoline's place in Moravia
  3. Hold a conversation in Czech (only)
  4. Drink 500ml of each of the following beers:
    1. Pilsner
    2. Staroprammen
    3. Budvar
    4. Velke Popovice
    5. U Fleku
    6. Gambrinus
    7. Krusovice
  5. Respond to at least one GOARN request (WHO and MSF are also acceptable)
  6. Travel across the Atlantic
  7. Return to South America
  8. Read a book to, or with, an impressionably aged child
  9. Participate in one NanoWriMo Challenge and come within at least 10,000 words of the goal length
  10. Have my nose pierced
  11. Have my next tattoo drawn
  12. Purchase the perfect jeans (x 2 pairs)
  13. Attend a spin class 3 times a week for 8 consecutive weeks
  14. Bake Viv's cheesecake
  15. Make David's casserole
  16. Make David's Chicken Cashew-nut Stirfry
  17. Invite 4 people who don't know one another too well to dinner
  18. Ride from Vienna to Venice on a motorbike (pillion acceptable, those less desirable)
  19. Attend a book group for at least two books
  20. Go on a choir weekend (learn and perform difficult piece in two/three days)
  21. Visit Madame Tussaud's (in London)
  22. Take an architecture appreciation course
  23. Join an all-girl group and sing a solo
  24. Publish in a scientific journal (top two authors)
  25. Cook a duck or other 'waterfowl'.
  26. Locate the Al-Timimi's from Doha Veterinary Practise
  27. Have a pedicure
  28. Maintain a Brazilian (ouch) for three months.
  29. Find a trustworthy Czech hairdresser
  30. Treat my inner-6-year-old twice a week (at least)
  31. Do the liver-cleansing diet properly (12 weeks)
  32. Don't eat out for one month
  33. Find a flat and flatmate
  34. Purchase one Joseph sweater
  35. Purchase one of the following pairs of designer shoes (they MUST also be COMFORTABLE, and be able to be worn with 4 different outfits and 2 types of occasion): Jimmy Choos, Manolo Blahniks, Christian Louboutin (Ebay or 2nd hand are acceptable)
  36. Send 5 books to the booksphere and track them.
  37. Go hanggliding
  38. Read 10 'classic' books (from 1001 Books to Read before you Die)
    1. Moll Flanders
    2. Everything is illuminated
    3. Madam Bovary
    4. Zen & the Art of Motorcycle Maintainance
    5. Catch-22
    6. Odysseus
    7. On the Road
  1. Run (non-stop!) for 5kms outside (preferably in a street race thingy)
  2. Send Christmas Cards on time
  3. Make a collage/mural out of street lights on my wall
  4. Buy a bed, build it, and sleep soundly in it
  5. Go to Africa
  6. Host an 'event' (classified as and when)
  7. Organise a 30th Birthday Party
  8. Wear a costume
  9. Sing on stage
  10. Buy a painting that evokes memories of Prague (cannot involve queues!)
  11. Learn a god-damned card game that stays in my memory (other than fish/snap)
  12. See sunrise. Be sober. Have woken for it. Excludes months Nov-Mar
  13. Take a walk and flip coins at each intersection
  14. Win something
  15. Draft a will
  16. Take a roadtrip
  17. Go to Italy already
  18. Sea Kayak around Abel Tasman Park (NZ)
  19. Get plants
  20. Take a train to another Eastern European Destination (accession countries are acceptable) alone preferably.
  21. Get UK to give me a provisional motorcyclists license and simultaneously get a 'card' license.
  22. Go SCUBA diving again - at least two dives lasting 30mins each.
  23. Go to a dentist. *sigh*
  24. Do a Czech Wine Trail. And live to tell the tale
  25. Make an 'outbreak emergency kit'.
  26. Go to bed prior to 11pm every night (inc weekends) for four consecutive weeks.
  27. Marvel over lack of tiredness
  28. Dine at a Gordon Ramsey restaurant (or Nobu)- preferably for free.
  29. Bet on the nags
  30. Do something for charity (applying and getting a 'red card' will count)
  31. Walk along the Champs Elysee
  32. Do 100 sit ups in a row
  33. Do 50 pressups (arms in tight)
  34. Make branston pickle (or nearest substitute)
  35. Cook something 'new' and 'adventurous' at least once a month
  36. Find a mentor
  37. Be a mentor
  38. Learn what mentoring is all about
  39. Meet an online person in real life
  40. Resist the flirt. Once. Just one night. It's okay if people don't immediately succumb to my natural charm. Really it is.
  41. Spend time at a spa (spa towns in the CR don't count)
  42. Send a care package to someone
  43. Get a Tata Bojs CD
  45. Order new contact lenses.
  46. Make a list of things I take with me when I pack for different occasions
  47. Eat lobster. Prepared by someone else.
  48. Back up the blog
  49. Put everything onto an external hard drive
  50. Find a DDR mat and console and 'dance, I say dance!'�
  51. Go to the beach and lie on the warm sand. For an hour. (with sunscreen on, natch)
  52. Take and complete a course in either: Tango, Salsa or Flamenco
  53. Join the Municipal Library of Prague
  54. Move to another country
  55. Go to a live concert of a band I actually like
  56. Pay off debts (student loan excl.)
  57. Send thank you cards for every gift I receive (other than the gift of happiness, blah blah blah).
  58. Get an agent (literary or theatre)
  59. Go to a sports bar without cringing, by personal choice
  60. Ride a rollercoaster
  61. Hold a snake
  62. Spend a day wandering around a museum (not art gallery!)
Exercise is supposed to be good for you: so why do I hurt all over?
Wednesday, 12 April 2006
I suppose it was to be expected, going to a 7:00am Abs-Glutes class (what the HELL was I thinking, shocking my body like that?). After five weeks of over-indulgence in white bread, pain au chocolat, vodka, cheese (and butter), vodka, vino tinto, potato tortillas (mmmm) and great big rolls for breakfast, my body has gone all soft and squidgy again.

So, in my effort to appear limber and lithe (and other ‘l’ words like ‘little’ and ‘lissome’) for the next trip to Spain in a few weeks (okay, I’d just like to not be afraid of people’s reactions when I bare bits of myself to the sun for a tan…that’s all!), I thought I’d make a REAL effort to go to the gym every day – or at least to do SOMETHING active every day.

Yesterday was walking half of the city looking for the correct building to view a flat (to which the agent didn’t have keys…way to go!) and then walking at a slightly quicker pace to avoid being told by the scary Moroccan diplomat about how much he wanted me (er…go away now please!) and how he couldn’t understand what happened to his wife after the birth of their second child, but his attempts to have sex with her each night…etc (I turned off, I can’t recount the rest of a story I refused to hear!). It was pretty energetic anyway.

But today, I know that I’m looking at another flat later on in the evening – before going to my rehearsal. Conseqently, I could either exercise at lunchtime (no good classes) or at 7:00am (one good SOUNDING class).

So I set my alarm for god knows when, got up, stumbled around putting on the preprepared outfit I’d chosen the night before (lest I end up at the gym sans clean knickers, or with the incorrect shoes etc) and proceeded to stretch. Then the instructor arrived, donned his headgear (microphone pack) and told us to ‘get up off the floor you lazy critters’. Or something in Czech to that effect at any rate.

And we were off. They call the ‘grapevine’ the ‘three step’ here. And most of the words for aerobics (I thought I was going to be doing an hour of crunches that require no coordination…but alas…) are the same as in English – or at least the instructions don’t seem to require much translation.

Of course, I was in absolute fits of giggles, not at my own crazy ineptitude (grace is NOT with me first thing in the morning – neither is skill nor that word which means awareness of the extents of your own limbs), but because the instructor kept saying things like ‘L-step’ as though he was in a Weeble & Bob cartoon. I seriously couldn’t stop laughing every time he said it, which was every 32 counts for the first 10 minutes of class.

How embarrassing.

Tonight, I’m off to visit (yet another) flat which is quite far out of town and would be living by myself (with the occasional visit from the owner when the returns from London). Could be nice. On the other hand, I seem to have found myself an unlikely crew of people who may be interested in living in a large flat. The ad I wrote (describing the house in Wellington, essentially) also brought in one person who HAS such a flat that will be empty at the end of June. Could all my dreams and wishes really come true? Meanwhile: I’ve got RESPECT to practice, groceries (no green things) to buy and about a dozen documents to read through and check for accuracy/editing requirements for publications. Life is gooooooooood. (or am I just the victim of an early morning endorphin overload!?).
posted by Nomes @ Wednesday, April 12, 2006  
  • At 7:14 am, April 16, 2006, Blogger mx said…

    Dear Nomes

    Aeorbics in Czech must sound hysterical (or make for a a very funky sound sample). You should surrepticiously record some and post a bite to your blog.

    I've just seen M off at the airport and vowed and declared I likewise would shed something ("other than tears", sob - sorry. Lame) before I set foot on the US - which may prove a complete waste of time given the South West is home of refried beans (and where did all the other veges go??). And did you *really* get propositioned by a Moroccan diplomat?? Not very diplomatic. Oh, and sorry, but the word "Moroccan" is now conjuring up all kinds of herbs and spices - I'm visualising some sort of interlude where he rolls you in Dukkah - lol.....).

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