The last couple of weeks have been a bit of a mess – both literally and metaphorically. Puppies, it turns out, are just as bad for your sleeping habits as babies, unsurprisingly. But more on that later. For now, here’s a poem. These days, roadtrips always make me want to write. Advertisements
I wanted to spend some time in German. This is a more-or-less faithful transcription of my time there.
The last time I was in Belgrade, some friends and I went out for drinks and I asked Uroš – a Serbian vegetarian, ie. a real live unicorn – why he was a vegetarian in a country whose love of grilled meat is surpassed only by the fanatical Argentina.
“What do you see?” he asked, looking out over the city. “I see a stranger and a strange land, both waiting for the other to become familiar,” she replied, catching sight of her reflection in the window.
“Aye, tempis fairly fugits.” Lachlan McCrae (Hamish Macbeth: The Great Lochdubh Salt Robbery)
Friends and family love to send me lists of untranslatable words that are currently making the rounds on the internet. Which is great, although it does lead to quite a bit of overlap – if you’ve read more than one list of untranslatable words you’ll know what I mean. As the header image for this post shows, […]
Living with (someone else’s) Netflix account has been exhilerating – oh, the glorious world of easy-access television! (I’m very much a member of my generation: who even has a TV in their apartment, let alone actually pays for cable?). Thanks to this, I’ve been doing some exploring – which has had its ups and downs.