This weekend I: and Lime met some people for dinner. Not all of whom I expected would be there, but the ones seated nearest us were cool. However, at an adjoining table was a student invited by one of the LEC teachers. The student is a nice enough guy but I’m kind of annoyed since, when around a student from my own department, I always have to be a little on my guard, or, at least, can’t quite relax and be myself. But happily after the dinner a few of us got together and hung out, particularly the people upstairs …
Month: March 2008
Kickin’ It in Iksan
Okay, this isn’t a song about Iksan, but it does bring back memories of the days when I lived in a small place with, um, limited entertainment facilities, and was surrounded by Westerners mostly just as bewildered about what to do with themselves in their free time. (And for you LJ readers, yeah, I embedded the video below on my site, but you’re missing nothing if you follow the link.)
Meme Madness
Ganked off Marvin, who rocks. 1. What bill do you hate paying the most? Paying? What, are you in some kind of third world country? I don’t pay bills — it’s all automated. Oh, wait, most semester-breaks I travel, and I have to go to the bank machine to transfer money to pay for my plane tickets. They’re not cheap. I hate that! 2. Where was the last place you had a romantic dinner? At home. I made it. Slaved. For hours.
You Gotta Fight For Your Right To Fight For Your Right To…
Readers at LJ: click here to check out this post which has been gobbled up by the horrible Moloch that lives somewhere in Livejournal’s API. Yeah, I gotta say, after having been around some Tibetans in Northern India, and hearing their stories first hand… I am so not into the Tibetan Buddhist theocracy, and think they probably were living off the slave-like labour of the Tibetan people, just like China’s official party line claims. But colonial occupation and genocide isn’t really much in the way of help for the Tibetan people, regardless of what the Chinese official party line claims. …
The Arrival by Shaun Tan
“You have to read this!” I said to Lime as I finished this book. “Mmmm,” she said, nonplussed. I say this sometimes about books I know would take her ages to read — English, after all, being her second language. “No, no, you can read this easily. There are no words in the book.” “Then how can I ‘read’ it?” she said. “Trust me. There’s a story. And it’s beautiful, and moving, and good. You’ll love it.” Tobias Buckell’s mention of the book; warning, it was the review linked above that got me excited about it, and you’ll probably end …