Hello, hello, heloo?
Hello? I am coming home, soon. August 30th, that is. Call me! 203 221 1523
Um, what's a blog? I'm such a loser.
Its balmy here in good old Praha. It was just like this back in 86, says my student... right after the nuclear reactor exploded in Chernobyl. Everyone was sunning themselves outside, where a fine nuclear dust had covered everything and made it warm...
I was sitting here in the bookshop today feeling grim, listening to Cat Power, and scribbling gothic teenage angst things like "I want out. This despair is a luxury" on the back of a piece of paper, you know, and these Israeli girls came in asking for recommendations and where was good to eat? I didn't know but turned the paper over and started scribbling down names of cafes and clubs I've never been to, meanwhile the little one is copying information out of one of the guidebooks, and then I give the piece of paper to the bigger one and she turns it round and says eh, did you want this? and so I just take it and scribble it out and give it back to her. And then I think bloody Israelis, they want something but don't want to pay. Oh god, I actually think this. Maybe I should take this post down.
Last night I was having a drink with my friend Helen at Shakespeare's, the bar/cafe wing of the bookstore where I work, and this older fellow came up and asked us if we were American. Ye, we said. So he starts asking us about US geography, and what are the states in the middle here, near the lakes? I sort of just started listing things I knew to be in that area--Wisconsin, Michigan, etc--but I didn't really know what I was talking about. Neither did Helen. So then his other friend walks up, and we start talking about Montana. This other fellow says he went there, and there was lots of speed there and oh! it was a great time. And then so he says his band is playing tomorrow night and do we want to come? So what is this band anyway? Well, it turns out it is Plastic People of the Universe. This is a big deal apparently! They're something of a legend, involved in Charter 77 and all this anti-communist stuff.
Oh my god, I am a retard. I couldn't even remember the password to my blogger account. Oh! the rusty wheels of a brain churning, slowly, slowly.
the slavery of teaching english