Can't believe I hadn't seen this before tonight. I miss the bands of the 90s.
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Sunday, August 31, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
*whine*
I don't wanna work in this cold crappy office anymore, I just wanna go home and play with my cat! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR???
Friday, August 08, 2008
Thursday, August 07, 2008
A list
of things I'd like to do while I'm in Berlin. Because the office is out for the rest of the day to observe national day. And I'm not (because I think it's silly).
In no particular order:
1. Mill about Brandenburg Gate for a bit and take a few photos.
2. Wander aimlessly through Die Berliner Museumsinsel.
3. Be a shameless tourist aboard a Trabi-Safari.
4. Pretend to understand the art in the Kunsthaus Tacheles.
5. Eat in the dark.
What about Prague? Everyone and his uncle has been telling me it's beautiful but getting far too commercialised. I'm thinking lots of beer (pivo), ice cream (zmrszlina) and desserts (moučníky), interspersed by casual sightseeing and gawking at the locals.
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Does anyone else have that "From London to Berlin" song running through your head? I looked up the lyrics thinking that the only thing worse than having a bad song stuck in your head is to have just one line from a bad song stuck in your head. Clearly, today's not optimal for thought because I was dead wrong.
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In no particular order:
1. Mill about Brandenburg Gate for a bit and take a few photos.
2. Wander aimlessly through Die Berliner Museumsinsel.
3. Be a shameless tourist aboard a Trabi-Safari.
4. Pretend to understand the art in the Kunsthaus Tacheles.
5. Eat in the dark.
What about Prague? Everyone and his uncle has been telling me it's beautiful but getting far too commercialised. I'm thinking lots of beer (pivo), ice cream (zmrszlina) and desserts (moučníky), interspersed by casual sightseeing and gawking at the locals.
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Does anyone else have that "From London to Berlin" song running through your head? I looked up the lyrics thinking that the only thing worse than having a bad song stuck in your head is to have just one line from a bad song stuck in your head. Clearly, today's not optimal for thought because I was dead wrong.
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Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Meh.
Back in primary school, filing was a BIG thing. Bigger than actually having brains. You could have intelligent conversation with a teacher one moment and thrown out of class the next, for having an "incomplete" file. Meanwhile, vapid classmates who wouldn't know shit if it flew in their faces would be fucking over the moon with glory hallelujah in their heads about getting a gold star sticker for their fantastic filing abilities. I hated that primary school. HATE.
What was it I wanted to get at when I started this post?
Oh yes. Multi-purpose. Back in primary school each student had to have a "multi-purpose" file for everything that couldn't be filed anywhere else. And now I AM the multi-purpose file. Anything and everything that doesn't fall neatly into anyone's portfolio always ends up on my desk instead. But suddenly I'm not so pissed off by that anymore and now I want to rant about how
KIDS FROM PRIMARY SCHOOL KEEP POPPING UP ALL OVER THE GODDAMN PLACE.
Seriously. It's like being on loop. I keep seeing the same faces, just older each time. Nothing's changed. Even if it's not the same face, it's the same type of person. A week ago an ex-classmate from primary school popped out of nowhere to apply for a job in my division. If he's accepted he will be my colleague. People keep telling me that they know so-and-so and oh-do-you-know-her-too and wow-it's-such-a-small-world and hey-we-should-have-lunch-sometime. (This is going to sound almost pathologically anti-social but...) NO WE SHOULDN'T. Not that I dislike you. Nor that I don't want to get to know you. More like I can't fucking believe it why can't I meet someone completely new and different for a change and I'm afraid this will show on my face or in my actions if I do have lunch with you so it's probably really not such a great idea.
And this is probably why I'm so attracted to people with issues. I love people with issues. Or rather, I love the fact that they have issues. I could breathe, eat, sleep, live issues. Meaty, multi-faceted, malleable issues. Parental issues are probably the best, because it means that the mind has been messed with for the entire lifespan of the issue-bearer. Trying to understand and deal with someone's issues is far more interesting than a conversation on which restaurant serves the best duck confit (sorry, I meant confit du canard...).
I tell you what though, it's bloody difficult finding someone with a good depth and breadth of issues in this country though. Everytime I think I've found one, I realise that he/she is just channelling stuff he/she watched in the movies or on Oprah or read from some book by Paulo Coelho or something. (I've never read Paulo Coelho and I don't think I ever will, ever since some broad in uni tried to have an intellectual discussion with me over whether or not the egg was a living thing that could exist independently of the rest of the world and hence isn't Coelho wrong in his book? I think oxygen transfers to the shell and is used by the embryo. Are you sure? Pretty much. Oh I guess he's right after all... Now everytime I see a Coelho I think about that conversation, shudder, and look away.)
Ugh. Time to go to the gym. Might find some issues there.
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What was it I wanted to get at when I started this post?
Oh yes. Multi-purpose. Back in primary school each student had to have a "multi-purpose" file for everything that couldn't be filed anywhere else. And now I AM the multi-purpose file. Anything and everything that doesn't fall neatly into anyone's portfolio always ends up on my desk instead. But suddenly I'm not so pissed off by that anymore and now I want to rant about how
KIDS FROM PRIMARY SCHOOL KEEP POPPING UP ALL OVER THE GODDAMN PLACE.
Seriously. It's like being on loop. I keep seeing the same faces, just older each time. Nothing's changed. Even if it's not the same face, it's the same type of person. A week ago an ex-classmate from primary school popped out of nowhere to apply for a job in my division. If he's accepted he will be my colleague. People keep telling me that they know so-and-so and oh-do-you-know-her-too and wow-it's-such-a-small-world and hey-we-should-have-lunch-sometime. (This is going to sound almost pathologically anti-social but...) NO WE SHOULDN'T. Not that I dislike you. Nor that I don't want to get to know you. More like I can't fucking believe it why can't I meet someone completely new and different for a change and I'm afraid this will show on my face or in my actions if I do have lunch with you so it's probably really not such a great idea.
And this is probably why I'm so attracted to people with issues. I love people with issues. Or rather, I love the fact that they have issues. I could breathe, eat, sleep, live issues. Meaty, multi-faceted, malleable issues. Parental issues are probably the best, because it means that the mind has been messed with for the entire lifespan of the issue-bearer. Trying to understand and deal with someone's issues is far more interesting than a conversation on which restaurant serves the best duck confit (sorry, I meant confit du canard...).
I tell you what though, it's bloody difficult finding someone with a good depth and breadth of issues in this country though. Everytime I think I've found one, I realise that he/she is just channelling stuff he/she watched in the movies or on Oprah or read from some book by Paulo Coelho or something. (I've never read Paulo Coelho and I don't think I ever will, ever since some broad in uni tried to have an intellectual discussion with me over whether or not the egg was a living thing that could exist independently of the rest of the world and hence isn't Coelho wrong in his book? I think oxygen transfers to the shell and is used by the embryo. Are you sure? Pretty much. Oh I guess he's right after all... Now everytime I see a Coelho I think about that conversation, shudder, and look away.)
Ugh. Time to go to the gym. Might find some issues there.
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Monday, August 04, 2008
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