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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
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| Meme or Me! Me! |
| Friday 25 January 2008 |
 What’s the biggest difference between men and women?
I think men are more capable of compartmentalising, such that they end up living in the ‘now’, whereas women seem more aware of the impact of the things they do on others, and consequently tend more towards living in the ‘if that, then when’ instead. I try to learn how to compartmentalise, but it just makes me feel ‘disconnected’ instead. I know that all of the things that affect me make me who I am at that given moment. This is occasionally hard to deal with (for me and others) because it means that I could respond differently from one time to another, even when faced with roughly the same situation. Consistency of behaviour would be nice, for a while at least.
Do you believe in fate?
I’m not sure whether I’d call it fate. I think that opportunity knocks, and you have the option to open the door or to bury your head under the covers. I also think that people choose either to stand BY the door, or to remain in the kitchen. I THINK I tend to stand in the hall, by the door, just waiting for it to knock. Call me Jeeves.
Are you an introvert or an extrovert?
I’m an extrovert to strangers, and become more introverted the better I know a person.
What’s your biggest extravagance?
Cosmetics. My shelf is FILLED to the brim with products and brushes. I love the stuff. The look of the bottles of perfume collected, the texture of the brushes all standing up in a collection, the feel of the unguents smoothed over my skin and the smell of the entire lot make me happy.
Are you a good liar?
I’m not good when I’m called up for a lie (at all, that’s when I just think “the game’s up” and cave completely, usually flushing with embarrassment and stammering included) but if I’m put on the spot, I can usually come out with something believable that puts the investigator of the scent. I try not to do it too frequently though, and certainly have been more honest with people (including, I think, myself) as I’ve gotten older. I will, however, obscure the truth if I feel that the knowledge won’t benefit the other person, or if I think it’s not my business to tell.
Are you closer to your mother or your father?
Instinctively, I’m closer to my father. Our sense of humour is similar. And I can be a bit of a grumpy old moo from time to time (more so frequently, as I’ve discovered what my parents figured out years ago: England is filled with lifeless, spineless zombies), so we can rant about stuff similarly. However, with distance and age, have come a respect, an understanding, and a deep appreciation for my mother, that continues to grow. I love both of my parents, a lot, for different reasons, and it’s an immense source of satisfaction for me to hear them happy – both individually and as a couple (role reversal?). It’s also a source of endless amusement to me to hear them squabble in the way they do. When this far away from them, I miss (most) hearing their two voices in the room at the same time.
What are you most proud of?
I probably should say “my PhD” or some equally academic topic. Back in the day (god, I LOVE being 30) I used to think that A’s = acceptance. Ha!
Nevertheless, in reality, I think what I’m MOST proud of are my collection of friends. My 30th birthday was (and will probably continue to be!) a complete revelation for me. I’d no idea how loved I was by so many, in many different ways. To allow myself for one moment, to think that I’ve affected all those many lives, is a horribly humbling thought, and one which I’m very, VERY proud of. It is also a very proud thought (so I’m all ready for the fall down the stairs later!) and since Pride is a deadly sin, one which I don’t allow myself the luxury of believing, too frequently.
When was the last time you got really angry?
I was furious with myself a few weeks ago, for making the mistake of believing that I could manage my own life. Seems I can’t – and I hate letting myself down like that. Two glasses of red wine quelled that particular storm though, AND assuaged the hunger that fed the anger.
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