Dlaczego piszę po polsku? Nie wiem. Może tylko bo mogę. Nie wiem co chciałbym mówić dzisiaj, ale chcę mówić że jestem bardzo szczęśliwy. Nie chcę pisać tutaj dlaczego jestem tak szczęśliwy, ale wiem że wiesz dlaczego. Drugi pytania - dlaczego piszałem "wiesz"? Bo myślę że tylko jeden/jedna polak/polka czyte mój blog! Cześć Agatka :-)
Jeszcze jest dwadzieścia pięć dni przed....
Mówisz po polsku? Lub to rozumiesz? Mów mi. Chciałbym wiedzić ile osób rozumią po polsku kto czytą mój blog. Dzięki!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Not my favourite ISP
I'm just after checking my hits on my blog stalking program (sitemeter, check the bottom left-hand corner of my blog) and discovered something worrying. Someone (a random, not someone I know) has recently viewed my page using the ghastly ISP AOL. My blog feels so dirty now.
Sunday Breakfast
I'm just after* eating breakfast this morning. I had four pieces of toast; two with plum jam and two with condensed milk. Delicious. It wasn't an unhealthy breakfast because I had a glass of pulp-free orange juice.
Ok, so it wasn't a spectacular breakfast like some others I've recently read about, but it was more than my usual glass of Milo.
* I can use this structure because I'm Irish.
Ok, so it wasn't a spectacular breakfast like some others I've recently read about, but it was more than my usual glass of Milo.
* I can use this structure because I'm Irish.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Ma mélange de café et Docteur Karl etc
Comme j'ai déjà écrit, j'ai acheté deux types de café. Une type pour les matins et une pour les soirs/après-midis. Parce que je fais trois tasses de café chaque fois que je le fais, et je n'ai pas envie de boire trois doses de caffeine chaque fois, j'ai décidé de faire une mélange, même pour les matins. Dans les soirs, je n'ai rien changé.
Maitenant je bois un café; 50% de Segafredo (le café du matin) et 50% de Lavazza (le café du soir). Je l'aime bien. Et j'en bois avec quelques TimTams (double coat). Très bien.
Aussi, j'ecoute la plus recente emission de Dr. Karl, de jjj. Il y a beaucoup de problèmes avec cette emission. Est-ce que c'est un problème avec mon ordinateur, ou un problème de jjj? Ils parlent de merde maitenant, mais c'est pas le problème.
Pour les fans des Annales du Disque-Monde, le nom de "Mr Teatime" (Hogfather) est "Leureduthé" (Le père porcher). Je le trouve amusant.
On m'a dit des nouvelles il y a trois jours. Je suis très content. Je ne dis rien en plus. C'est un peu cryptique, non? (Je sais qu'il y a des gens qui le savent)
Maitenant je bois un café; 50% de Segafredo (le café du matin) et 50% de Lavazza (le café du soir). Je l'aime bien. Et j'en bois avec quelques TimTams (double coat). Très bien.
Aussi, j'ecoute la plus recente emission de Dr. Karl, de jjj. Il y a beaucoup de problèmes avec cette emission. Est-ce que c'est un problème avec mon ordinateur, ou un problème de jjj? Ils parlent de merde maitenant, mais c'est pas le problème.
Pour les fans des Annales du Disque-Monde, le nom de "Mr Teatime" (Hogfather) est "Leureduthé" (Le père porcher). Je le trouve amusant.
On m'a dit des nouvelles il y a trois jours. Je suis très content. Je ne dis rien en plus. C'est un peu cryptique, non? (Je sais qu'il y a des gens qui le savent)
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Jozin z Bazin?
I'm not really sure how to introduce this video. It's in Czech, and so I have no idea what the lyrics are to the song, but I don't really think you need to understand what they're singing to get some entertainment value out of the vid. Also, it's worth watching to the end, just to see the random guy with the glass. I'm sure it all fits together and makes sense somehow. Really.
If anyone can make head or tail of it, please let me know what's going on.
If anyone can make head or tail of it, please let me know what's going on.
Ma famille est nombreuse
It's common in Paris to see beggars; in the streets, metros, near touristy areas etc. Some of them ask you directly for money, others moan at you for money, and others just sit there with a cardboard sign asking for money.
Most of the signs say something like "I'm hungry, please give money or restaurant tickets" (but in French, of course, or badly translated English, near the tourist sites). To go one step further, many have signs that say "I'm hungry, and I have three children" (also in French, usually). If the sign mentions children, it's always 3 children; I'm yet to see a sign telling me that they have 1, 2, or 4 children. 3 is the number to which thou shalt count and the number of the counting shall be 3.
I have often wondered why 3 was the magic number, and I doubted that all these beggars were fans of Monty Python. A few days ago, I finally got around to asking one of my students, and he explained that in France, if you have 3 children, your family is classed as a "Famille Nombreuse" and you receive discounts on public transport, and many other places. This makes sense for the beggars: Have 3 kids, and get the discounts, but a 4th kid is too expensive to feed because the forth kid isn't considerate enough to bring further discounts, and therefore not economically viable.
I have two brothers, which means that my family is "big" my French standards.
Most of the signs say something like "I'm hungry, please give money or restaurant tickets" (but in French, of course, or badly translated English, near the tourist sites). To go one step further, many have signs that say "I'm hungry, and I have three children" (also in French, usually). If the sign mentions children, it's always 3 children; I'm yet to see a sign telling me that they have 1, 2, or 4 children. 3 is the number to which thou shalt count and the number of the counting shall be 3.
I have often wondered why 3 was the magic number, and I doubted that all these beggars were fans of Monty Python. A few days ago, I finally got around to asking one of my students, and he explained that in France, if you have 3 children, your family is classed as a "Famille Nombreuse" and you receive discounts on public transport, and many other places. This makes sense for the beggars: Have 3 kids, and get the discounts, but a 4th kid is too expensive to feed because the forth kid isn't considerate enough to bring further discounts, and therefore not economically viable.
I have two brothers, which means that my family is "big" my French standards.
Monday, February 04, 2008
Phlegm
Yes, this is a post about phlegm. But not mine this time! For those of you who like to keep track of my phlegm (and for those who I inform anyway), I haven't produced any interesting phlegm since around Christmas.
I can hear the unmistakable sounds of someone trying to expectorate coming from the corridor outside my apartment. It's quite loud, and sounds like it's happening in the corridor rather than inside someone's apartment, so I hope I don't have to step over large globs of phlegm while trying to enter the lift.
Just thought you'd all like to know.
I can hear the unmistakable sounds of someone trying to expectorate coming from the corridor outside my apartment. It's quite loud, and sounds like it's happening in the corridor rather than inside someone's apartment, so I hope I don't have to step over large globs of phlegm while trying to enter the lift.
Just thought you'd all like to know.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Lecteur MP4
At the polyglot meeting I went to the other night, my mp4 player jumped out of my coat pocket and made its way, thanks mostly to gravity, to the floor. I didn't see it happen, as my coat was draped over the back of my chair, but another polyglot saw it on the ground and asked me if it was mine. I promptly put it in my backpack and thought nothing of the incident.
The next morning when I tried to use it on my journey to work, it displayed a bright white screen rather than the usual welcome message, and then went no further. It seems I have "white screen of death" with the mp4's software. I haven't had a chance to examine it internally, but I noticed that the play button doesn't seem to move adequately when pressed, so I've started to suspect that maybe it was found by someone after being in the middle of a "shoe-floor" sandwich.
I hope I can make it work again, as I've become accustomed to listening to music on my travels and I don't want to shell out the cash for another player. Also, I've only had this player for a couple of months due to France's irritating customs control - this player's too young to die!
The next morning when I tried to use it on my journey to work, it displayed a bright white screen rather than the usual welcome message, and then went no further. It seems I have "white screen of death" with the mp4's software. I haven't had a chance to examine it internally, but I noticed that the play button doesn't seem to move adequately when pressed, so I've started to suspect that maybe it was found by someone after being in the middle of a "shoe-floor" sandwich.
I hope I can make it work again, as I've become accustomed to listening to music on my travels and I don't want to shell out the cash for another player. Also, I've only had this player for a couple of months due to France's irritating customs control - this player's too young to die!
300!
Well, I signed in to blogger to write a boring, mundane post about how I've had a cold for the last couple of days, and noticed that I'd written 299 posts, so this is number 300! Yay! Happy 300th post to my blog!
Anyway, back to the cold. It hasn't been debilitating, and I've managed to go to work (partially because I don't get paid if I stay away), but it's been annoying. I also find that I'm not as patient when I'm a bit under the weather as I usually am, and this results in me getting annoyed quicker at stupid things that happen, like people who decide to stop walking for no apparent reason, right in front of me, or people standing on the left-hand side of the escalator (it says "Tenez votre droit!", come on people!). Unfortunately, as it's still illegal in this part of the world to kill people who displease you, simply because they displease you, I haven't done anything about it, and just seeth internally.
Another metro story: I was sitting on the metro the other day (line 14, or perhaps line 1) and the woman sitting diagonally across from me was reading. This isn't such a strange event in itself, as many women read in this country. The strange part was that she was reading aloud, and not quietly either. There weren't many other people on the train at that point, and it was clear that she wasn't reading for the benefit of a friend/child or of the general public. I can tell you that she gave different voices to different characters though.
Normally on the metro people like to pretend that no one else exists. No eye contact, no smiles, just stare off into the distance and imagine it's a private carriage.
The weather was cold, windy, grey, rainy and generally miserable today. It had quite a noticeable effect on some of my students who weren't as happy as they usually are, especially as it's a Friday. I was bored too, as a result of this, the weather, and my cold.
Today was bleurrgh.
Anyway, back to the cold. It hasn't been debilitating, and I've managed to go to work (partially because I don't get paid if I stay away), but it's been annoying. I also find that I'm not as patient when I'm a bit under the weather as I usually am, and this results in me getting annoyed quicker at stupid things that happen, like people who decide to stop walking for no apparent reason, right in front of me, or people standing on the left-hand side of the escalator (it says "Tenez votre droit!", come on people!). Unfortunately, as it's still illegal in this part of the world to kill people who displease you, simply because they displease you, I haven't done anything about it, and just seeth internally.
Another metro story: I was sitting on the metro the other day (line 14, or perhaps line 1) and the woman sitting diagonally across from me was reading. This isn't such a strange event in itself, as many women read in this country. The strange part was that she was reading aloud, and not quietly either. There weren't many other people on the train at that point, and it was clear that she wasn't reading for the benefit of a friend/child or of the general public. I can tell you that she gave different voices to different characters though.
Normally on the metro people like to pretend that no one else exists. No eye contact, no smiles, just stare off into the distance and imagine it's a private carriage.
The weather was cold, windy, grey, rainy and generally miserable today. It had quite a noticeable effect on some of my students who weren't as happy as they usually are, especially as it's a Friday. I was bored too, as a result of this, the weather, and my cold.
Today was bleurrgh.
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