In other news, we're all dyeing our hair crazy colors tonight for our big, goth-tastic halloween party over at Matt's place on Saturday night, and my student Pavel has made a lovely photo blog.
Also, I was honored to be asked to contribute to this edition of Open Source with Christopher Lydon, featuring some excellent performances and plenty interesting chat from The Dresden Dolls, whose are pretty much THE RULINGEST. If you are so inclined, you can hear scorching Amanda and super sexy Brian pound a few out and answer my question by following this link to the streaming audio.
Yeah, so apparently, I haven't got much to say lately. I don't want to flatter myself, but bet there are about three people out there wondering what the hell I'm doing in Prague, and my lack of updates is driving them mad. One day I will climb back up on this horse, I swear, and I hope some of you love me enough to be patient.
In the meantime, here's what I'm doing.
Teaching English - I teach classes at a language school twice a week, and on all the other days, I travel around to students whose companies pay our school to help them learn English. My students, for the most part, are totally awesome, except for this one guy. I won't go into specifics here, because that would be inappropriate, but suffice it to say that he is a creep, and not only because he looks like a fake-tan having, infantile version of Captain Kirk. If you want to hear all about it, please feel free to e-mail me, and you soon will.
Hanging Out With Friends - This past weekend marks my first real episode of that activity that made my first trip to Prague, almost a year ago now, so much fun -- drinking too darned much and dancing the night away -- since I arrived here in June. There are a few details to report, here. The first is that it is amazing how cheap a drunk I am, especially in Prague, where the drinkin's cheap; the second is that my super cool friends Matt and Leona
are totally hot dancers; and finally, the hangover was totally awful or awesome, one of the two. I figure: if you drink so much that you make yourself sick, don't bitch. It's your own fault. Also, I barfed. That announcement is just for you, Bryan.
Trying to Learn Czech - It's tough, man. Leona is our Czech teacher (class of: me, monkey, and Matt), and she is pretty much the bees knees when it comes to teaching, so I have faith that we will learn. Already we know loads of Czech words, but stringing together a sentence? Not so much, at this time. It should be noted that monkey has an excellent memory, and will totally be kicking my butt in no time. Here are some of my favorite details from Czech: in the category of things that would never happen in America, "Škoda" means "Pity" and is uttered with empahsis at times when you want to say "What a shame!" It's also the brand name of a Czech car. "Pane Bože!" is how Czechs say "Oh God!", which, translated literally, means "Mr. God!" Nice, right? My favorite thing to say in Czech is "fakticky!" (pronounced fact-tits-key) and in means "really?!" I like to break it out on the unsuspecting.
Enjoying Life With A 25 Hour/Week Work Schedule - Awww yeah. It's awesome. Jakey and I get to spend a lot more time together. I also get to read Don Quixote, cook dinner every night, and ride public transport all over the darned place. I'm not complaining. I'm busy, but I like it.
Listening To An Entirely Unabated Volume of Nine Inch Nails - About a month ago, Trent Reznor played piano, in a suit jacket, on MTV's benefit for the victims of Hurricane Katrina, unveiling a new song that is easily among his most beautiful, ever, called "Non-Entity". If you know how much I love that guy's beautiful songs, then you know that's saying something. It was so damned gorgeous that I had to listen to it 7,843 times in succession after I illegally downloaded it from the internet (don't worry, big guy, I donated my dollar to the Red Cross). I'm pretty bummed that he's making the rounds with a big new stage production in North America, and I don't get to see it. Heaven and earth will be moved to make sure I attend when he gets his rock on in my neck of the woods, I can assure you of that.
Not Much Else - It's just that my brain isn't really working, you know, to THINK of shit. Weird.
Finally, I'd just like to make note of the fact that when it gets boring over here (always, no?), you could always go read the best thing ever.
Here's a really awesome picture I found on my computer today that really made me miss my beloved homies, especially you, Tara:
Oh, how I love you all, and miss you. I'm sorry I don't write much! Life is really busy right now, and I will improve, I swear, when my bearings are got.
And, Tara? Yeah, I know you look INSANE in this picture, and no matter how much you beg, I will not take it down, because it is adorable, and we all know you are a lovely, perfectly sane, immensely talented girl, and this picture totally reminded me of how much I love you.
So, just now, I was eating this freaking DELICIOUS feta and olive salad with garlic and herbs that I scored at the supermarket earlier today. I was making a big show of how mind-alteringly delicious it was to my monkey, who refused to try it on the grounds that the feta had been "defiled" by the olives.
In reply, I closed my eyes, and made the face that means "I am being transported to another planet of pleasure by the scrummy goodness in my mouth," which happened to be a big, juicy Greek olive.
At that point, my monkey rolled his eyes and said, "don't laugh, Mama. I wouldn't want that olive to get lodged in your nasal cavity or brain."