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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!)
Chivalry is dead
Tuesday, 30 January 2007
There are one or two things that our non-european brethren could do with learning from the European boys. Haircuts and Eurotrashpop aside, I have always had far better escorts amongst the Europeans.

And no, I’m not talking about paying for services here.

I mean: accompanying someone whilst perambulating in the same direction for the same purpose or common goal.

Walking alongside someone.

My most recent long-term consorts (as opposed to escorts!) were awful at it. One would walk too slowly, turning a simple “pop down to the dairy” into a “stop-and-smell-the-flowers-and-discourse-about-things” episode.

Pleasant if you’re both retired, but when you have to go just to get some sour cream in order to finish cooking the meal you’ve made, it’s less than desirable.

The other would walk 10 paces ahead, seemingly disavowing any knowledge of my existence, and I don’t think it was in case we suddenly came across a field of landmines.

Both had had some sort of contact with a regimental environment (the NZ Army – a noun I mentioned to a Serbian guy at the weekend which caused him to dissolve into paroxysms of giggles and look with incredulity at me while saying, “you have an ARMY!?” *sigh*) and when absolutely mandatory (as in, I was throwing a hissy fit) both were actually quite good at doing the ‘arm linked’ thing (there HAS to be more proper phrase for it somewhere).

However, males from NZ and Australia that I have met, who haven’t ‘benefited’ from some institutionalisation in their past have not had the wherewithal, ability or desire to walk in such a manner.

I’m all for emancipation, but really, it’s a whole lot more friendly amongst friends, especially when you’ve known each other for 10years now.

Compare those boys with the European boys, who not only walk alongside you, but instantly offer an arm to this, (not-always-a-)LAYdeee!, and you can see who I’d turn to if I needed a champion, can’t you?



posted by Nomes @ Tuesday, January 30, 2007  
  • At 2:03 pm, January 30, 2007, Blogger Mums said…

    Hi GNomes,

    I can attest to the fact that chivalry is not quite dead, just appears to be a dying art. And art it is, and well worth practising - so com'on already get with the plot guys!!!

    Love, Mamma

  • At 7:27 am, January 31, 2007, Anonymous Davkd said…

    So which one was I?

  • At 9:54 am, January 31, 2007, Blogger Nomes said…

    Mum, of course Dad's more chivalrous. And even now, many young people know the adage "age before beauty"! *insolent grin*

    Daffydd (since you feel like spelling your name unecessarily complicatedly), you were the second of the types. The one who pre-announced my arrival. Charming if you're a footman...maybe I should've gotten you a costume!

  • At 11:10 am, February 01, 2007, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hmm, interesting talking point. M once mentioned a dislike for arm-linking as it smacked of old-world female dependency, and viewed us more as a team than "man as protector" and woman as small fluffy thing wot needs protecting. And maybe its just me (and you Altos will know how darn slow I am at getting anywhere in a hurry) but I'm kind of partial to the strolling and sniffing the roses thing (flip side, of course, is when I'm stressing out, when strolling and sniffing becomes taut face and speaking in bullet points!). mx

  • At 5:31 am, February 02, 2007, Blogger Mums said…

    Further note:

    I also think the more you expect chivalry, the more you get. I've even managed to train Ron's section - made up of Australians, that they "need" to open doors, pull out chairs etc for me, mainly because I expect it. But also as a respect thing.

    However, I do still get the odd door slammed in the face thing of people passing through a door before me, but that's when I turn on my teacher voice and the miscreant invariable turns puce. And you know I've never been afraid to use the ol' command voice - anywhere. I have to say it's getting a fair outing these days.

    Love, Mamma

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