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- Spend a week up a mountain learning to ski
- Visit Karoline's place in Moravia
Hold a conversation in Czech (only)- Drink 500ml of each of the following beers:
PilsnerStaroprammen- Budvar
- Velke Popovice
- U Fleku
GambrinusKrusovice
Respond to at least one GOARN request (WHO and MSF are
also acceptable)Travel across the AtlanticReturn to South America- Read a book to, or with, an impressionably aged child
- Participate in one NanoWriMo Challenge and come within at least 10,000 words of the goal length
Have my nose pierced- Have my next tattoo drawn
Purchase the perfect jeans (x 2 pairs)- Attend a spin class 3 times a week for 8 consecutive weeks
- Bake Viv's cheesecake
Make David's casserole Make David's Chicken Cashew-nut StirfryInvite 4 people who don't know one another too well to dinner- Ride from Vienna to Venice on a motorbike (pillion acceptable, those less desirable)
- Attend a book group for at least two books
- Go on a choir weekend (learn and perform difficult piece in two/three days)
- Visit Madame Tussaud's (in London)
- Take an architecture appreciation course
Join an all-girl group and sing a soloPublish in a scientific journal (top two authors)Cook a duck or other 'waterfowl'. Locate the Al-Timimi's from Doha Veterinary PractiseHave a pedicureMaintain a Brazilian (ouch) for three months.Find a trustworthy Czech hairdresser- Treat my inner-6-year-old twice a week (at least)
- Do the liver-cleansing diet properly (12 weeks)
- Don't eat out for one month
Find a flat and flatmate- Purchase one Joseph sweater
- 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)
- Send 5 books to the booksphere and track them.
- Go hanggliding
- Read 10 'classic' books (from 1001 Books to Read before you Die)
Moll FlandersEverything is illuminatedMadam BovaryZen & the Art of Motorcycle MaintainanceCatch-22OdysseusOn the Road
- Run (non-stop!) for 5kms outside (preferably in a street race thingy)
- Send Christmas Cards on time
Make a collage/mural out of street lights on my wallBuy a bed, build it, and sleep soundly in itGo to AfricaHost an 'event' (classified as and when)Organise a 30th Birthday PartyWear a costume- Sing on stage
- Buy a painting that evokes memories of Prague (cannot involve queues!)
Learn a god-damned card game that stays in my memory (other than fish/snap)See sunrise. Be sober. Have woken for it. Excludes months Nov-Mar- Take a walk and flip coins at each intersection
Win something- Draft a will
- Take a roadtrip
Go to Italy already- Sea Kayak around Abel Tasman Park (NZ)
Get plantsTake a train to another Eastern European Destination (accession countries are acceptable) alone preferably.- Get UK to give me a provisional motorcyclists license and simultaneously get a 'card' license.
- Go SCUBA diving again - at least two dives lasting 30mins each.
Go to a dentist. *sigh*- Do a Czech Wine Trail. And live to tell the tale
- Make an 'outbreak emergency kit'.
- Go to bed prior to 11pm every night (inc weekends) for four consecutive weeks.
- Marvel over lack of tiredness
- Dine at a Gordon Ramsey restaurant (or Nobu)- preferably for free.
Bet on the nags- Do something for charity (applying and getting a 'red card' will count)
- Walk along the Champs Elysee
- Do 100 sit ups in a row
- Do 50 pressups (arms in tight)
- Make branston pickle (or nearest substitute)
- Cook something 'new' and 'adventurous' at least once a month
Find a mentorBe a mentorLearn what mentoring is all aboutMeet an online person in real lifeResist the flirt. Once. Just one night. It's okay if people don't immediately succumb to my natural charm. Really it is.Spend time at a spa (spa towns in the CR don't count)- Send a care package to someone
Get a Tata Bojs CD- Take a French/German/Dutch course and SPEAK THE DAMNED LANGUAGE WHEN I HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY EVEN THOUGH IT MAKES ME SOUND
LIKE AN IDIOT!
- Order new contact lenses.
Make a list of things I take with me when I pack for different occasions- Eat lobster. Prepared by someone else.
Back up the blogPut everything onto an external hard drive- Find a DDR mat and console and 'dance, I say dance!'�
- Go to the beach and lie on the warm sand. For an hour. (with sunscreen on, natch)
- Take and complete a course in either: Tango, Salsa or Flamenco
- Join the Municipal Library of Prague
- Move to another country
Go to a live concert of a band I actually like- Pay off debts (student loan excl.)
Send thank you cards for every gift I receive (other than the gift of happiness, blah blah blah).- Get an agent (literary or theatre)
- Go to a sports bar without cringing, by personal choice
- Ride a rollercoaster
- Hold a snake
Spend a day wandering around a museum (not art gallery!) |
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| Bloviations |
| Wednesday, 21 June 2006 |
My dear traumatised ones… *grin*
You think THAT was bad. I’m somewhat thrilled that the writer has linked me to his blogpage. I’m getting mucho traffic. So many thanks to Mr Down, Out & Lost. Mum’s gonna have a field day with THIS link! *giggle*
Meanwhile, elsewhere: thank heaven’s for Kat’s heavyhanded editing skills (ie. Audacity with the ‘delete button’). A few of the party photos she took and edited are on my flickr album (to protect the not-so-innocent!). And it’s just as well she didn’t misbehave and do this.
The lie of the land in Prague is such that were I even to GO on a ‘date’ with a charming, straight, financially/habitationally independent (?) male here, I wouldn’t know what to say. Adam and I had a big discussion as to ‘dating techniques’ last night:
NZ: get them drunk, allow them to pass out, then arrange their limbs in provocative positions with yours.
UK: similar, usually people met through friends of friends of friends. Sometimes descends into the 14year old ‘my friend wants to know if you like her’ issues.
OZ: ha ha ha ha ha ha. You’re kidding right? Offer them your favourite tupping sheep…and the rest follows in due course!
And neither of us have any idea about the US or CA except what we've seen on television shows. Using Northern Exposure and SatC as our two reference articles:
CA: Wear a silly hat. Give way to mooses (meece?). Wear so many layers of clothing that you can't bend. (snug as a bug in a rug, for sure, but it's hardly 'sexy tunes' is it?)
US: Drink many martinis. Wear impossible shoes. Spend most of your time with girlfriends or computers. (Wait! I do that!!) Go to openings/exhibitions/shows.
Given the possibility (I’m an eternal optimist) of actually venturing out with potential partners in the future (I have a ‘proto’date: a ‘we should go out sometime’ comment) I’m a little concerned with my lack of socializing skills. Sure, it’s one thing to sit and talk about myself, but…? Short of the whole ‘so…tell me about….your parents…’ line of enquiry (which always makes me feel a little awkward anyway) or the ‘why are you here?’ angle which many people choose not to answer (see: running away from stuff) or get all cagey about, and you’ve got a situation that’s a bit…well…crap. There’s always the newspapers (for current affairs topics), but not THAT many people seem to care that whale meat will soon be back on the market *sigh*. Poor whales.
Would you taste it though? Just to see…? If you stumbled across a tribe of cannibals who were sitting down to dinner, and they invited you to join them, would you? Would you suddenly go all ‘vegetarian’?
I think I’d do it: after breathing a sigh of relief that they had already cooked (and weren’t looking for another ‘ingredient’).
The weather is currently thundery each afternoon. It’s gorgeously hot during the day (would be even MORE appreciated were ceiling fans widely available) and steamy around dusk (8ish). Then, when the weather finally breaks, it’s momentarily cool, before settling again into a still, breathless night. This, of course, means that one’s sleeping patterns are broken into segments of “am I STILL awake?” moments. As a person who keeps her bedroom window open (in hope?) for air circulation throughout the year, still air is an anathema.
Myspace is weird. I get invites to be people’s friends when I don’t know them. I mean, it’s one thing writing a blog and publishing it for ALL the world to see, but just randomly inviting people to ‘be my friend’? It’s the modern equivalent of having your mother invite her friends’ children around to your birthday party: you don’t know them, they go to a different school and they smell funny. I keep pressing ‘deny’, ‘deny’, ‘deny’ like a technophile Judas.
It’s true. In my missive about the female species of the Family Hilder, I forgot to mention being kicked out of home myself. Mwahahaha. The beauty of blogging is selective recall.
There’s a photo of Max’n’myself in my flickr album now (over yonder – to the left). It was something that someone else sent in. EPIET made an AMAZING book for Max’s family: translating all of our condolence messages into Italian, printing it, binding it, and presenting it at the funeral to his family. |
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