In texting me back about not being able to meet me for a movie, my one Czech literature professor friend accidentally had the name of her ex-boyfriend replace a common word.
Right away, she texted me back:
[his name]? I mean [the common word]. This phone is psychoanalysing me.
. . .
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Friday, December 7, 2012
..memory of post-election racism...
The other day I was remembering when I texted my one (black) (female) friend who used to work as a reporter when I heard that one Polish bartender yell "n*gg*r lover" when Sandra Fluke appeared on the screen of FoxNews, and she texted back:
Oh my gosh. People will say anything when they think no one's listening.
The woman did realize people were listening, though!
Oh my gosh. People will say anything when they think no one's listening.
The woman did realize people were listening, though!
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Proud of Myself.
The other day I was comparing the Vulgate to a critical edition of the Greek New Testament, and later I spent time memorizing some Hebrew vocab.
I'm very happy with how far I've come with those languages (though there's so much farther to go with all of them).
My one Dutch friend who I met through my one Dutch friend complimented me last spring on my finishing Hebrew.
"Congratulations, you're now a vir trilinguis!", he said.
He studies the early modern period, so is all about the model of Jerome and knowing Hebrew, Greek, and Latin (=the three languages of the phrase vir trilinguis).
The phrase can come off as pretentious (though it didn't at the time), but it def. helped me recognize my accomplishment.
I'm very happy with how far I've come with those languages (though there's so much farther to go with all of them).
My one Dutch friend who I met through my one Dutch friend complimented me last spring on my finishing Hebrew.
"Congratulations, you're now a vir trilinguis!", he said.
He studies the early modern period, so is all about the model of Jerome and knowing Hebrew, Greek, and Latin (=the three languages of the phrase vir trilinguis).
The phrase can come off as pretentious (though it didn't at the time), but it def. helped me recognize my accomplishment.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Halloween night with the Poles!
I had 2 friends from home in town the weekend before Halloween, so after the concert they were going to, I met them and then we headed over to the Polish part of town since I thought they'd enjoy it.
(I actually got back by commuter rail from Wisconsin, threw on dressier bar clothes, had a cup of tea, and was out the door in 15 minutes to go meet them... It was a long night, since I had been up since 6:10am in order to volunteer for Obama.)
The one Polish heavy metal bar had this Halloween party, and they had a bunch of food in the corner: a couple crock pots and some open face sandwiches.
I was talking with this one long-haired mid-30s Polish guy who was next to us at the bar ("Grzegorz" [sp.?]), who had been here on a "work 6mos - travel and see the U.S. 1mo." visa 11 years ago, and now works construction.
In other words, he's an illegal in the construction business.
Years ago a Mexican-American guy who grew up in the city told me that Poles weren't considered white by Mexicans, since though they were white, they were immigrants facing a lot of the same situations, like being here illegally and getting dicked around by your boss because of it, and weren't really like other white people, who had all the power with stuff.
Anyhow, though that guy told me the food was free, I double-checked with the bartender, who was dressed like a pirate.
"Yes," she was like, "But do you know what it is?".
She then told me that they cooked up tripe and gizzards and served sliced head cheese, since, "That is intestines and brains, and tonight is Halloween!".
Then, she was like, "Would you eat if you didn't know? Really, try, it is very tasty."
When we were leaving, I said bye to her, and she asekd me if I had tried anything, I hadn't, but thanked her anyway, and then asked her her name, which she repeated once and twice, but I couldn't hear b/c the bar was so noisy.
"What is it?", I asked for a third time.
At that, she gave me a fierce pirate face, and was like, "ARRRRRRRGGGGH," and then smiled and said goodbye.
She had complimented me on my Polish, btw, when I ordered beers a 2nd time. Poles loves that, how I learned enough Polish to get through a simple bar encounter.
(I actually got back by commuter rail from Wisconsin, threw on dressier bar clothes, had a cup of tea, and was out the door in 15 minutes to go meet them... It was a long night, since I had been up since 6:10am in order to volunteer for Obama.)
The one Polish heavy metal bar had this Halloween party, and they had a bunch of food in the corner: a couple crock pots and some open face sandwiches.
I was talking with this one long-haired mid-30s Polish guy who was next to us at the bar ("Grzegorz" [sp.?]), who had been here on a "work 6mos - travel and see the U.S. 1mo." visa 11 years ago, and now works construction.
In other words, he's an illegal in the construction business.
Years ago a Mexican-American guy who grew up in the city told me that Poles weren't considered white by Mexicans, since though they were white, they were immigrants facing a lot of the same situations, like being here illegally and getting dicked around by your boss because of it, and weren't really like other white people, who had all the power with stuff.
Anyhow, though that guy told me the food was free, I double-checked with the bartender, who was dressed like a pirate.
"Yes," she was like, "But do you know what it is?".
She then told me that they cooked up tripe and gizzards and served sliced head cheese, since, "That is intestines and brains, and tonight is Halloween!".
Then, she was like, "Would you eat if you didn't know? Really, try, it is very tasty."
When we were leaving, I said bye to her, and she asekd me if I had tried anything, I hadn't, but thanked her anyway, and then asked her her name, which she repeated once and twice, but I couldn't hear b/c the bar was so noisy.
"What is it?", I asked for a third time.
At that, she gave me a fierce pirate face, and was like, "ARRRRRRRGGGGH," and then smiled and said goodbye.
She had complimented me on my Polish, btw, when I ordered beers a 2nd time. Poles loves that, how I learned enough Polish to get through a simple bar encounter.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Flashback to a dream.
The other week I went to a talk by an architect, and he mentioned modern architecture and glass walls and views etc. and I flashed back to a dream I had months ago:
There was a modern home that was much like a glass block with some metal walls, and I took a tour with a friend or relative or 2.
After going through the front massive foyer, which was set up to be much wider than it was long and was the entire length of the house and very empty and bright, I was in the back other half, which was divided off by the side wall covering a staircase going upstairs.
There, to the immediate right, there was a corner with opaque walls and a study with wooden bookshelves built into the wall, and I knew the architect had worked when he lived there.
To the left, there was a huge glass wall with a door going out to the yard, and I went out through it, and there was this gorgeous large tree in the yard, and I craned my head back and looked up into its branches.
I remember the grass was very green, and there was a soft but noticeable and comforting light shining down from within the tree...
There was a modern home that was much like a glass block with some metal walls, and I took a tour with a friend or relative or 2.
After going through the front massive foyer, which was set up to be much wider than it was long and was the entire length of the house and very empty and bright, I was in the back other half, which was divided off by the side wall covering a staircase going upstairs.
There, to the immediate right, there was a corner with opaque walls and a study with wooden bookshelves built into the wall, and I knew the architect had worked when he lived there.
To the left, there was a huge glass wall with a door going out to the yard, and I went out through it, and there was this gorgeous large tree in the yard, and I craned my head back and looked up into its branches.
I remember the grass was very green, and there was a soft but noticeable and comforting light shining down from within the tree...
Monday, December 3, 2012
Comment of my mother: My research.
The other day I was talking with my mom on the phone, and I said I had had a productive day (when I was young she would always wish me and my brother, "Have a productive day!"), and that I had read a few hundred pages in this like 830-page book that had been channeled by an American seer in the mid-19th c.
"All these books that are my primary sources are so long," I was like.
"Can't you skim?", she was like.
"You can, but you have to read a lot too, and that takes longer than you think. And this book is just bizarre shit."
"No wonder you drink so much," she was like.
"All these books that are my primary sources are so long," I was like.
"Can't you skim?", she was like.
"You can, but you have to read a lot too, and that takes longer than you think. And this book is just bizarre shit."
"No wonder you drink so much," she was like.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
3 Texts.
I love to text! One night when I was out barhopping, I got 3 great texts from friends:
1) From my one (white) colleague from Mississippi:
'did i just walk into a garden because all i see is hoes' =[krunk karaoke hostess]'s facebook status
2) From my one friend with the cat, who's an extra in an opera and had been talking with people backstage:
So the 15 year olds just had a story about a guy buying tampons for his mom and being worried people would think he's gay. I just had to explain what a butt plug is and how it differs from a tampon.
3) From my one Czech literature professor friend, who I had texted when I was looking at a moose head and said I wondered if the moose ever thought it would end up on a wall in the bar I was at:
No. He thought about eating and having his sperm spread.
. . .
1) From my one (white) colleague from Mississippi:
'did i just walk into a garden because all i see is hoes' =[krunk karaoke hostess]'s facebook status
2) From my one friend with the cat, who's an extra in an opera and had been talking with people backstage:
So the 15 year olds just had a story about a guy buying tampons for his mom and being worried people would think he's gay. I just had to explain what a butt plug is and how it differs from a tampon.
3) From my one Czech literature professor friend, who I had texted when I was looking at a moose head and said I wondered if the moose ever thought it would end up on a wall in the bar I was at:
No. He thought about eating and having his sperm spread.
. . .
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