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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!)
Hmm, tears in check-in: is that a good thing?
Wednesday, 6 September 2006

Many expats, I suspect, have faced this exact same emotion. The thought of going to your new ‘home’ fills your insides with so much dread, that even hearing the language again in the check-in mob (queues are for western Europeans, apparently) is enough to cause tears of frustration, disappointment and self-pity to spill from your eyes. I couldn’t even blame hormones (damnit!), or a sad book (usually a good fall-back option).

What happened? I remember flying back into Prague after being in Budapest in December, absolutely THRILLED to be back in my adoptive land. But that was the first trip, and the only one I recall so clearly being glad to be going ‘home’. The excitement at travelling back to Bohemia has been waning with each and every trip away – especially when those trips were to nations where English is a second/third or even fourth language. And where the zygomaticus minor and levator anguli oris have not atrophied to the point of non-existence. On the last trip, we noticed (in the brief stopover in Helsinki) that the facial expressions of the Finns and the Czechs are almost identical. Which is disturbing, given this is the country (Finland) that brought us moomintrolls (they’re painted on the side of the airplanes!!) and salted liquorice (bleeeee! How could they possibly want to make liquorice any WORSE?!). They even smiled in Estonia more than they do here.

And what’s happened since I’ve been away? Madonna is closing off the Charles Bridge for a few days at the end of this week. Acquaintances have committed suicide (I won’t say that I can’t blame them, but part of the ‘running away’ feeling of this place coincides with ‘last chance saloon’ too), others have smashed their legs to smithereens after driving drunk (see, Rowls?!). One of those options is ‘painless’ – the other requires years of rehab (if lucky).

The return to work is a gruelling study in frustration. My progress continues to be thwarted by inability to read/understand/find reports/speak-to-people-who-wrote-the-damned-reports. I need a PA/Research Assistant – who can scan reports and scan them for the bit of information that I’m actually searching for. And don't get me started on the appalling state of filing here...oh for a simple method (i.e. the one that I've developed for my references to be adopted WORLDWIDE!!!).

However, my mood was lifted AS SOON as I stepped into the cemetery yesterday evening: sun shining through the trees lending a dappled light to the stones, a family “hanging out” graveside, swapping gossip, passing around a beer, etc. Was a little confused at one grave though, it’s been totally decked out with fake plastic garlands, I’m not sure whether the person who was recently laid to rest died in some sort of horrible piñata accident…

Lisanne had a piece of very good advice for me, in case I do get moved at the end of this four week purgatory: try to look at the city as though it’s the last time I’ll see it, and see plenty of the friends that I’ve made here. So I’m off to rehearsal tonight with Intunition – not taking my music so that I’m forced to keep my mouth shut – and not wrench my throat any more than absolutely necessary.

Czech lessons have also started with a hiss and a roar (more hissing from me, more roaring from the teacher). Apparently, a ‘cute’ e-mail that I wrote a few months ago was passed around all the teachers (for a giggle) because I’d misused a word in a ‘charming’ way. Ha. Ha. Ha. Last time I make an attempt to write in Czech! But I did find out that there are soft words for all family members (i.e. Mother: matka becomes Mum: maminka, etc) but there’s not one for ‘mother-in-law’. I wonder why not. I guess that some things really are ‘transculture’.

Meanwhile: Dad’s op booked for 12th. So Tuesday crossings of limbs/appendages again please darlings (Monday night for those in EU).

Apologies for laxity in blog writing of late: the sheer weight of mucus in my sinuses is slowing me down. Bleeeee!

posted by Nomes @ Wednesday, September 06, 2006  
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