The Adventure Continues...

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
  44. 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!
  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!)
Moments before departure...again!
Thursday, 17 August 2006
I’ve found a new distraction to play with…but I can’t write anything about it here just yet. Perhaps later. Or perhaps I’ll keep you all in suspense (oh come on, when have I ever managed to do that?).

Suffice it to say that I’m looking forward to this coming week.

A lot.

A whole lot. *bashful* Hi. My name’s Naomi, and I’m pathetic.

Anyway *shakes head*, moving right along.

As for the previous rant. Firstly, a quick thanks to all those who offered moral support and encouragement. I’m really amazed you managed not to say “but it’s a foreign country, Nomes, how could you expect it to be easy?” too frequently.

Secondly, it was officially the straw that broke the camel’s back that has now brought on more stuff-that-mustn’t-be-spoken-of in public just yet. Things are afoot. Though that upsets me for entirely different reasons (along the lines of me not liking having to ask for help – not to mention me not liking bawling my eyes out at a tram stop while hiccupping pathetically down a long distance line to Andreas).

Tomorrow I’m off to the UK: land of Boots (the chemist) and signs I can read. Mamma and G’ma are coming to the airport to collect me, and DJ Mike will meet us there. Then it’s a 2hr Nomes drive (so…er…1.5hrs, yeah?) to Ipswich, during which time I’m predicting at LEAST one argument about the volume level of the music (my pick – I’m driving – ha ha ha SUCKERS!) and many more about directions.

In the brief moments between arguments, I’m hoping that we stop somewhere (SERVICES! PETROL STATIONS! How I’ve missed thee!) for junk food that I can’t get over here. Crème eggs, crispy crèmes, crisps and coffee from Starbucks: here I come (I can hear my arteries singing in anticipated joy – while my sense of ‘stop globalisation’ shuts the hell up!).

Eventually we’ll get home, and immediately empty a bottle of wine between us – to rid ourselves of the immediate horrors of the trip. Yes, that’s right, we’ll all take turns emptying it onto the grass, for we’re all believers (and followers) of the responsible drinking campaigns. *nodding winsomely*

It’s not that I’ve done this sort of thing before – I just know my family.

Then the weekend’s hilarities really begin. I’m going to the UK for my G’mas 80’th birthday. Remember how I was telling you all about my insane family a wee while ago? Well she’s the head honcho. She’s the ‘big mamma’ of it all. We’re all just consigliere’s (who receives OED’s word of the day then?).

Of course, since we’re all similar, and there’s gonna be so many of us under the same roof…well…let’s just say you’ll have one of two things to read on Monday: the juicy goss of who did what to whom – or – deathly silence. As I slowly sink to the bottom of the north sea – having been pushed off a pier with my feet in blocks of concrete (I damned well hope those blocks are at LEAST in a mould borrowed from a reputable shoe maker!!).

Then I’m off to Amsterdam. I’m catching up with the divine Marten – of Cohort 11 and Hogmanay ‘06 fame. I can’t wait to see him again – because although we lazily explored Madrid together a few months ago - it feels like much longer has passed. Whether that’s because he wasn’t part of the recent wedding contingent or because I’m stuck in an 80’s time warp in Prague, I can’t be certain.

We’ll fly together from A’dam to Tallinn, where the next EPIET module is occurring (for all our darling EPIET groupies…we’ll be there all week!). I’m looking forward to seeing the gang again (it’s a wieldy 2-cohort meeting too, but that just means double the fun). I’m not really looking forward to the ‘constructive criticism’ that my poster and oral presentation will receive. I know it’ll be worthwhile, the final outcome will be much better than the start product, but at the same time, I take criticism like the Taurean snake I supposedly am (good Lord, if you check that link, methinks it's somewhat incorrect - one would hope the alternative: "she's a moody cow with multiple personalities all of whom have their own set of neuroses" option out there too!). Poorly. Right everyone-who’s-ever-met-me-in-real-life?

I’ll briefly spend another moment in Amsterdam (It’s a great shame ‘One Night in Amsterdam’ doesn’t quite fit the beats, isn’t it? “Get high, you’re talking to a tourist, who’s every move’s among the impurest…I get my kicks below the waistline sunshine…” etc.) on the way home. Whereupon I shall collapse onto my (still comfortable!) futon with a sigh, before getting up and starting the whole laundry debacle again.

I wonder which of my friends-I-haven't-seen-in-7-years will phone me while I'm away to inform me that they now have a wife and two (!!!) children, as occurred in Slovenia in the weekend (it's taken me this long to get over the shock). A big shout out to Moe if he's reading this.

And if all things go well up until this point (and I MUST put this get-out-of-jail-clause in because I’m nearly 30 and somehow that supposedly translates into "I must start being sensible about these sorts of things, despite my ridiculous nature saying optimistic things like “it’ll be fine” and “of course it’ll work out” amongst other, more terrifyingly unlikely scenarios it plays for me"), I might be hosting a visitor to Prague for a bit after I return. Hosting: as in proprietor, not escort.

Just to clarify.
posted by Nomes @ Thursday, August 17, 2006  
2 Comments:
  • At 9:00 pm, August 17, 2006, Blogger Ann-Charlotte said…

    Holy crap, Nomes, the EPIET website was gawd damn ugly. Pardon the strong language but my eyes just took a turn for the worse *fumbles for her glasses* after having seen the site. ;)

    Glad to hear you're heading off to civilization! There's nothing quite like having dozens of artery clogging choices at every meal, is there? :)

     
  • At 3:30 pm, August 18, 2006, Blogger Dad said…

    Even when I'm dead and gone, a little voice in your head will be saying "Dad is reading/seeing this". Mmmmmwwwwwaaaahhhhhh!!! I do love the idea of having control over insignificant, pathetic, inferior little worms, who cringe at the very thought of wrongdoing! If anyone can tell me where I can find one, I'll give it a go!! There aren't any in this family, they're all type A's, with indestructible egos, driven to achieve in one way or another! What chance does a geriatric super-ego stand??? You can see how parental respect oozes out of every sentence of these blogs. Nomes, honey, being an expat stinks. We might have seemed to your child's eyes to be cruising through, but the engines below were on hyperdrive for 15 years! During your gap year, they came close to blowing, but Scottie (aka Viv) kept them just below bursting point. Your escapade reminds me of when I did the same thing, except I didn't ever have a key! During my first week contracting in oil & gas for McDermott Hudson, I got locked in because I hadn't realised how soon after 5 o'clock contractors left the building. It was locked up by 5.005. The windows were terrific, they opened along the bottom of the frame. They were real fun. And, yes, there was a barbed-wire-topped chain link fence outside. It must be a genetic problem!!
    Love you, daughter dear, keep on cruisin', and give the opposition hell!

     
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