Thursday, October 15, 2009
Just a Couple Comments
2) I am going to Berlin tomorrow. Yay.
3) In case you didn't read the Transitive Property post, it is Fall here. It is Fall and it is cold. I am a big fan of the Fall. Last year I set up Fall appreciation events to ensure that I would be able to fully appreciate Fall. And now, here it is again, and the thing that I most want to do is curl up in my St. Scholastica Sweatshirt, Carleton sweatpants, brown sneakers and think about my birthday. But I can't. Biggest packing mistakes:
-No pullover sweatshirts. I didn't bring any. Instead I brought cardigans. Fashionable, but unpractical when it's cold. I thought I was being smart--cardigans take up less space. Instead I was being stupid. More space=more warmth. I'm from Minnesota. I should know this. Obviously I don't. I think that my St. Scholastica sweatshirt is my favorite.
-No sweatpants. I brought a pair of "lounge pants" I bought at H & M to use as "travel pants" (lounging and traveling are two very different things, though, oddly enough, they work well for both). The only problem is that...they're not sweatpants. And they're not warm. Once again, as with the cardigans, I went for the more fashionable and smaller (therefore, seeingly more practical) route, rather than the bulky and warm route. My Carleton sweatpants are the best for intense lounging.
-No extra sneakers. This one I completely blame myself. I brought a fair number of shoes (I think seven) and I thought that that would be enough. But I seem to keep finding myself wishing I had brought another pair of sneakers, in addition to the two I'd already brought. If I had thought about the shoes I packed, I would have realized that a pair of Pumas with the bottoms falling off and a pair of Chucks that are also falling apart at the seams and that are a bit too small so that if I wear them too long they draw blood are not the most long-lasting shoes to be wearing while travelling around Europe. Instead I should have brought my brown and blue Tigers that are very much not falling apart, offer more support on the bottoms of my feet than the other two combined, and served me well in Ireland.
Just so you all know where I'm at.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Top 5
1. The Mullet. Enough said.
2. The Dreaded Rat-Tail. As if rat-tails were enough of an affront to hair everywhere, the dreaded rat-tail takes the rat-tail to epic poor-fashion heights. Instead of a long tail of hair running down your back, why not dread it and have three long dreads running down the rest of your back!
3. The A-Symmetrical, Half-Shaved Head. A-symmetricals are sometimes ok. When half of your head is shaved, it is just a no-no.
4. The Red Hair. It's not a natural red. It's an Easter egg red. Think Frenchie from Grease.
5. The Fake Dreads. You know those hair binders with the fake hair attached, giving little girls removable (and age-appropriate) extensions? Think of one of those with purple and green dreads. On an eight-year-old.
Amy. Be proud.
Busy Busy
Here is my weekend skedule for the rest of the semester:
October:
16 - 18 Berlin
23 - 25 Day trip to Trebic on 25th
28 - 1 Fall Break in Switzerland (Zurich)
November:
6 - 8 Day trip to Terezin, Day trip to some castle, Another day trip to Terezin
13 - 15 Weekend trip for class to the Czech countryside
20 - 22 Tour guide around Prague for Kelly and Grant
27 - 29 FREE WEEKEND!
December:
4 - 6 Athens
11 - 13 Studying--Weekend before finals :(
19 Program over, Family Here
Busy busy.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Caveat Emptor
Just to let everyone who has contributed to the 160 views on my blog know, I am getting sick of telling the truth. From now on, it is up to you to determine whether or not what I write is true because the mundane things in life are still mundane, even when you transplant them into a foreign country.
Think of it as a game.
Game #1
I was on the tram today, riding home from going on a fairly successful shopping trip (I bought a completely unnecessary hat, and a completely necessary purse). To set up the scene, I was standing at a pole because the seats were all filled. In the particular part of the tram where I was sitting, there was a row of two seats, and then one lone seat facing them, next to the window.
A little old woman climbed onto the tram. She was so small I could have put her in my pocket and carried her around with me. In fact, I’m sure that a large gust of wind could easily have blown her away, though I’m not sure the wind would have made any impact at all on her heavily gelled comb-over.
As soon as she got onto the tram, two twenty-something Czech people stood from their seats, the two seats by the window facing each other.
“Prosim.” The girl gestured to her seat.
“Ne, ne. Prosim.” The young man gestured to his.
The woman gave them both firm looks in the eye and said, “Dekuju” as she sat down in one and put her feet up on the other. She turned to the middle-aged man sitting in the seat next to her. Expecting to hear her say something in Czech that would no doubt be praising today’s youth, she instead scared him away with a vicious evil eye and put her shopping bags on his newly vacated tram seat.
I’m still trying to figure out how a woman who is less than five feet tall could manage to take up three seats on the tram.
Maths
Hint: use the transitive property
(Lots of dogs) + (Prague Fall) = (x + y)
(Lots of dogs) = (Lots of dog poop)
(Prague Fall) = (Lots of rain and moisture)
x = (Terrible smell from moisture mixed with dog poop)
y = (Runny dog poop on the sidewalks)