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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!)
I wasn't gone, except in my head.
Wednesday, 6 December 2006
Ever have that feeling when your minds full of bits of fluff (affectionally known as dust-bunnies-with-myxomatosis) and there’s no thread hanging it all together? Disjointed Nomes (the spy). Now there’s a “nick” that might get me more dates. The following entry is colour coded for a tiny bit more (but quite possibly not) clarity.

On the good side (is that the flip one? Or is that the opposite from the flop side? Or is that a pair of jandals (argh – god – I’ve never called them that?!)? Or if by flop, we mean ‘idiot features’ then really, the flip side (as opposed to flop) must be good, right?)….the point was, I have just received a book called “No one cares what you had for lunch” which promises 100 ideas to make this blog infinitely more reader-vaccuumesque (that is,I want it to be the black hole of readers, where readers arrive and CANNOT. LEAVE. THE. HYPERTHRUST. ENGINES. CANNY. DO. IT. CAP’N.)

Do you see how I just got a whole load of trekkie fans a’board? Ta-dah. That book is genius.

Truth is, that trick wasn’t even IN the book (and we wonder why some of us remain unpublished, putting merely our blog up for readers instead of raking in the cash and drinking Veuve out of Swarowski champagne flutes (they're so SPARKLY!)) but the tricks therein promise to ensure that you shall be so much more entranced and excited about this blog, that you'll even make it your HOME PAGE!

(You know, there are some days when I love having a blog, which means I can write absolutely RIDICULOUS stuff, and you, my darling lovely readers (DLR’s) are compelled to read through it just in case I mentioned YOUR. NAME. I know that’s all you read it for, so stop pretending otherwise. THIS is power.)

The only thing to cheer you up after your wallet has been pinched from your closed bag (but how?! David bloody Copperfield’s having a laugh) is to spend more money. Mainly on planning a weekend away in a large city, where there will be sales of clothes (and other stuff) and there are many MANY shows going on. Very few people shall know when I will arrive, as I intend to luxuriate in the selfishness (there is no limit, Dad, none!) that is “Nomes a Londres sans anyone else”!

Because, I had fully anticipated enjoying La Traviata last night at the National Opera (surtitles in English – hooray). But no: no wallet = no id. No id = no ticket collection.

Interview question (for future job application): is it possible to realise your lifestyle and job goals in this country?

Parents: stop reading here.

I’m not entirely sure whether to be flattered or disturbed at having received a Tuesday night offer of “three for two”. I mean, it’s all very well attending particular clubs at the weekend (and leaving with that vague sense of “um, but no one’s hot!?!”) but when the disclaimer “oh, and he has a girlfriend, so time is of the essence” is added, I’m a little more reluctant than thrilled. Still, I’ll go meet. That bit can’t hurt. Unless he’s a fetish for spanking, in which case…

Okay, it’s safe again.

Am a little disappointed with BBC’s Generation Next “Your dreams, now” webpage. They have a list of people who’s “dreams” to read about, and how those people achieved their dreams. There’s only ONE woman on a list of SIX, and she’s a Dame and a sportswoman. Not that I have anything wrong with sportswomen at all, but come on. There’s gotta be one or two more celebrated woman in fields of Economics, Politics, Science, Literature? Surely. I mean, even M. Thatcher must’ve had a dream at some point. No? I was a child in the 80’s, I’ve no idea.

There is something vaguely wrong about the “policie” dressed as SWAT standing outside the Synagogue on Jerusalemska using both hands to check his mobile phone for sms. I mean, is that how they get orders these days? And how do you bark “hut hut hut” as txt? The rest of the policie force are hanging around pedestrian crossings with air-traffic controller sticks, attempting to wave down traffic and prevent it from squishing little Mirek on his way to school. This is, apparently, normal. What, you mean you don’t have fully-fledged officer manning pedestrian crossings in your country? How DO you get across the road in one piece?

There’s not a great amount I want for Christmas, but if any DLR's are wondering what to get their favourite blogger for a pressie (except Mamma, who already did her bit, perfectly I might add), this'd be considered marvellous. And I need to strike off the "thank you card" thing on the list - so hurry up already.

Not being able to watch The Amazing Race which is the only reality tv show worth watching (just for possible shots of people I know – shots, not shootings), I have decided to include this bloke on my oversized blogroll (why!?!? Why is the font so huge? Anyone with a M.CSS? HELP!).

There are also some other great writers I’ve recently stumbled upon. So theyr’e new too. Welcome aboard, people who aren’t going to read my blog or add me to their blogroll *bitter sob*.

Had my interview today. Poor writer. She got her ear talked off by a ranting Nomes. Never pretty at the best of times, worse if you’re footing a TelecomNZ phone bill, even if it will (eventually) be reimbursed. I’ll raise a glass of (awful) frankovka to you Jen, because the Svařak has too much sugar in it, and the last thing I need on top of goulash and dumplings is sugar (it’ll all ferment in my belly and I’ll explode – science fakt jo).

Am wearing some of the pantyhose that mum (ick, that word – tights!) that Mamma sent me in the Christmas box (though I’m still not sure WHY she sent me them, one thing we DO have in the CR is tights – mainly because they’re the only thing holding old ladies ankles together – which are worn preferably as knee highs, under skirts – extra points if it’s not in your skin colour). And one leg is miraculously, again, twisted. This simply defies logic, gravity, and about a hundred of Newtons laws (some by Edison and Marconi thrown in there too). They were fine when I put them on. But somehow, during the bus trip, the 50m walk and the past 3 hours of sitting down at my desk, the right leg has twisted 180degrees. I wonder if someone somewhere is having a laugh at the gangrenous effect it’s having on my circulation.

Oh, and I think my nearest and dearest friends here (Adam, Mollie, Eri & Kat – two of whom are shortly departing this world*) learnt something new this weekend about me. If I were a size 10 (or hell, even a size 00 – though the amount of surgery required to bring that on would deplete world stocks of anesthetic, so be grateful all you people who need medical surgical intervention) I would be the white-trashiest dresser you’ve ever seen. No cashmere for me thanks, I’ll stick to the glo-mesh and lurex. Bare bellies? You betcha tiny pert-gold-lycra-hot-pant-clad ass I’d have my belly on display. I’d have so much flesh on display, I’d probably catch hypothermia every year. In the Bahamas.

So be grateful – world – that I’m not small. Otherwise I would be up there on the pages of “non-celebrity” gofugyourself that we all play at the *insert fave people-watching place here*.

On your knees and THANK your chosen religious entity. I mean now**!

*Ie. They’re flying back to their Australian and American homes. *sob* I’m not sure why I’m upset: because I’m pleased they’re going to their homes where they’ll find happiness, success and cute guys who speak the same language and have similar cultural identities or because they’re going to leave a hole behind them in Prague – where their senses of humour are going to be sorely missed or whether it’s because they have a home and I don’t.
** curious to see whether I’d get me more dates if, including the new nickname, I become an ultra flexible spy who is a dominatrix in her spare time.
posted by Nomes @ Wednesday, December 06, 2006  
  • At 6:46 pm, December 06, 2006, Blogger mist1 said…

    I detest pantyhose. I adore fishnets.

  • At 1:45 am, December 07, 2006, Blogger Mums said…

    Hi GNomes,

    I sent you the tights because I was having a clear out of my cupboard and I found all these unopened packets of tights. What to do with them - no one here wears tights at any time of the year - far too hot - thank goodness. So.... I figured they may be of use to you, seeing as we are of similar enough sze - what I make up in width you makeup in height. Also it gave me that warm glow you get when you know you actually got rid of something from your wardrobe. Ok, so it wasn't a very big something, nonetheless honour was just about served.

    Of course the wardrobes are still bulging, but I have to say your Pa's clothes take up more space than mine. However.... he doesn't have four "under-bed" boxes filled with clothes like I do. I just didn't think it was worth getting all my evening finery out for wearing in OZ. I mean their normal evening wear is a pair of shorts, a tee shirt and optional jandals - yuk! And whever thought everyone has space under their beds? Ours is filled with bed, now that we're back to sleeping on a 6' divan (same as in Qatar).

    Glad you liked the parcel though, and thanks for the details of its disposition. And I have seen your photos showing the pictures of the lights - very impressive, and makes your room look very homely, rather than stark as it was in the summer. As for carpeting which you'll want to remove in the summer, why not by a huge rug that could go on the wall during the warm months? Just a thought.

    Better go, haven't yet looked at emails, and I'll soon be having to make our picnic lunch for apres swimming. Managed to swim 40 lengths on Tuesday, though the time I took was atrocious - 35 mins. I've lost 5 mins, or rather gained 5 minutes to my time in 5 years. Absolutely not good enough, but hopefully continued swimming will evenutally bring my time back down to approaching 29-30 mins.

    Right, I'm off. Love you, Mamma

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