Yay! Why late?
Right, what's a little sweater sniffing between sworn enemies?
Riley ,'Sleeper'
Natter 36: But We Digress...
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
brenda m - Jun 20, 2005 11:56:06 am PDT #3154 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
sarameg - Jun 20, 2005 11:58:58 am PDT #3155 of 10001
The Praguers in particular are extremely contained unless drunk.
And so freaking quiet on public transit.
I wonder if it has to do with recent history. They were cranky. Deception and secrets and being inobtrusive were kinda a big theme for a good while there. Plus just being prime drive-through real estate whenever some dictator got hungry.
I must admit, I'd never really thought about it at the time, but you are right, bon. I went to Spain in the middle of my time there and was mentally shrieking most of the time because every.single.human was invading my space and touching me and leaning on me and uhhhng!
Of course, the Russians/Ukrainians I met in the USSR were similarly loud and touchy.
-t - Jun 20, 2005 12:00:03 pm PDT #3156 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Congrats, bon.
shrift - Jun 20, 2005 12:14:11 pm PDT #3157 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I caught myself crooning "Feed me, Seymour!" at my desk a little bit ago, and decided that I probably should go do that.
In conclusion? Bacon is the bestest thing ever.
Emily - Jun 20, 2005 12:17:32 pm PDT #3158 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Oh God. Bacon.
DavidS - Jun 20, 2005 12:21:43 pm PDT #3159 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
bon bon - Jun 20, 2005 12:22:04 pm PDT #3160 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
I think they're just that way. I mean, this is the city that inspired Kafka.
And so freaking quiet on public transit.
We got yelled at for laughing on the train once!
I went to Spain in the middle of my time there and was mentally shrieking most of the time because every.single.human was invading my space and touching me and leaning on me and uhhhng!
I had similar experiences. One when I went to Munich for the weekend and a cashier smiled at me, I practically welled up with tears because it was a pleasure I had completely forgotten about. I had a moment of "he must really like me!" The other, I spent my spring break in Florence and it seemed like everyone was having an argument because they were Talking So Loud!
DavidS - Jun 20, 2005 12:24:11 pm PDT #3161 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I had similar experiences. One when I went to Munich for the weekend and a cashier smiled at me, I practically welled up with tears because it was a pleasure I had completely forgotten about. I had a moment of "he must really like me!" The other, I spent my spring break in Florence and it seemed like everyone was having an argument because they were Talking So Loud!
Mostly I remember the bold eye contact of women in Paris. Unafraid, unguarded. Very different from NYC or London where I'd just been.
shrift - Jun 20, 2005 12:27:36 pm PDT #3162 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Oh God. Bacon.
Baconbaconbacon.
I also have Doritos.
sarameg - Jun 20, 2005 12:28:09 pm PDT #3163 of 10001
it seemed like everyone was having an argument because they were Talking So Loud!
Ahahahaha! Yes. Did you have the pleasure of being in Prague when the spring tourist season started? Dear lord. We could identify nationalities from across the river/square/whatever. It was funny and sorts horrifying. And apparently I became as dour and sullen because czechs would complain to me about the damn tourists. It was amusing.