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Once I was in Prague, and it was possibly the most beautiful city. (Though I hear Brno is better.) I don't speak Czech, but I sure do eat goulash and drink Pilsner. I'm not sure how to spell goulash though. I think they spell it gulazc or some shit, but it's not quite like that either. They also call their own city Praha. Which brings me to my next point:
Why do different languages have different names for the same countries/cities? I know we would mispronounce them anyway and don't always have the same alphabet, but why don't we at least try to spell them the same way. In some cases, it seems just ridiculous. Like getting to Genoa and finding out that it's Genova. Where did the 'v' go? For awhile I wanted to make a movement to call cities and countries by their actual names, but I guess it's futile, and would never catch on. Like Esperanto.
[Cigarette interlude. I have to go outside to smoke now that I'm home, which is probably good because maybe I'll do it less. But inconvenient.]
Anyway, it's funny to be home and people ask, where were you? And I say, London, Oxford, Prague, Amsterdam, Genoa, Lucca, Florence, and Barcelona. Then I feel like a World Traveller, just like it said on my British Airways ticket. It's funny how "travelling" just means doing the same things you always do: eating, sleeping, going out and drinking beer, only with more walking around and looking at buildings. Yet it somehow gives a purpose to what is now called idleness, because I'm doing it at home.
Speaking of home, is anyone around nova? Want to, uhh, hang out? You should let me know if you do. Especially if you want to see Sleater-Kinney at the 9:30 Club on June 25.
I have to remember to take out the trash. I was about to say "remind me" but you can't really do that, now can you? One thing that I've become kind of obsessed with is the relationship between reader and writer. Is it more or less mediated than conversation? I guess it depends on the book. Or the conversation. But I think, on the whole even (especially) when it's fiction it feels somehow less mediated. But maybe I'm actually really wrong about that. I need to reconsider. Alright, I'm going to go take out the trash. So you don't have to remind me after all.
Why do different languages have different names for the same countries/cities? I know we would mispronounce them anyway and don't always have the same alphabet, but why don't we at least try to spell them the same way. In some cases, it seems just ridiculous. Like getting to Genoa and finding out that it's Genova. Where did the 'v' go? For awhile I wanted to make a movement to call cities and countries by their actual names, but I guess it's futile, and would never catch on. Like Esperanto.
[Cigarette interlude. I have to go outside to smoke now that I'm home, which is probably good because maybe I'll do it less. But inconvenient.]
Anyway, it's funny to be home and people ask, where were you? And I say, London, Oxford, Prague, Amsterdam, Genoa, Lucca, Florence, and Barcelona. Then I feel like a World Traveller, just like it said on my British Airways ticket. It's funny how "travelling" just means doing the same things you always do: eating, sleeping, going out and drinking beer, only with more walking around and looking at buildings. Yet it somehow gives a purpose to what is now called idleness, because I'm doing it at home.
Speaking of home, is anyone around nova? Want to, uhh, hang out? You should let me know if you do. Especially if you want to see Sleater-Kinney at the 9:30 Club on June 25.
I have to remember to take out the trash. I was about to say "remind me" but you can't really do that, now can you? One thing that I've become kind of obsessed with is the relationship between reader and writer. Is it more or less mediated than conversation? I guess it depends on the book. Or the conversation. But I think, on the whole even (especially) when it's fiction it feels somehow less mediated. But maybe I'm actually really wrong about that. I need to reconsider. Alright, I'm going to go take out the trash. So you don't have to remind me after all.