I must be procrastinating with aplomb, as it has only taken a few weeks to finish Alistair MacLean's[*] Eisstation Zebra. Combine submarines, guns, satellites and, of course, ice, and you're all set for a rivetting thriller, with more murders than an Agatha Christie novel, just waiting to be turned into a movie, that's hardly aged at all[**]. Oh, ( Read more... )

Kabel Eins showed Eiskalte Engel a.k.a. Cruel Intentions last night, dubbed into German, as usual. Surprisingly I almost understood most of it.

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My last German class for a while was this morning. We got to write poetry. There's a German construct like a haiku, but more flexible: 1 word, 2 words, 3 words, 4 words, 1 word, called an Elfchen. Zum Beispiel:

Zucker.
Immer lecker,
streng im Mund.
Schlecht for die Zähne.
Gummibärchen!

Stand back, Göthe; here I come.