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The Great Milenko
Sep. 3rd, 2006 08:54 pmOkay, so I'm related to Kate Winslet and Kirsten Dunst.
Not really. I just figured out who Beata reminds me of. She looks vaguely like Kirsten Dunst. And yesterday at this family gathering-type thing, Nikole looks like Kate Winslet or however you spell her name.
So the family gathering thing was to 'celebrate' little Paul going to school. Here in the Erzgebirge area it's almost ceremonial, the presentation of the zuckertüte. It's like, 'Here, we're celebrating relegating you to the command of a group of old stickers running a place where you will be for eight hours every day without a twitch, for twelve more years---but here, have a giant inverted cone of candy almost bigger than you are.' Consolation prize. We need this tradition. I am afraid of groups of small children singing in German--the stuff of nightmares. The only language better for droning than German is Latin.
And I will never be the same again. I've been spoiled on deutsch cakes, lamb, and beef.
Today we went to a parade for the region (saw a castle on the way). It was fun, standing under the umbrella and watching all these cool costumes go by. I wish I had a camera or my sketchpad with me. (It's an amusing sight, seeing a girl decked out in traditional deutsch costume, multicolored emo hair and a nosering. Like seeing a girl in a kimono on a cellphone.)
School tomorrow. Ugh. Wish me luck!
PS. Thalo, email me that picture bitte. The one I colored on your PC? Danke!
PPS. Sara, thanks for sending me the tornado that saved me from the kracken. Is it the food here that's been giving me weird dreams, or have I always been this weird and just never noticed?
Not really. I just figured out who Beata reminds me of. She looks vaguely like Kirsten Dunst. And yesterday at this family gathering-type thing, Nikole looks like Kate Winslet or however you spell her name.
So the family gathering thing was to 'celebrate' little Paul going to school. Here in the Erzgebirge area it's almost ceremonial, the presentation of the zuckertüte. It's like, 'Here, we're celebrating relegating you to the command of a group of old stickers running a place where you will be for eight hours every day without a twitch, for twelve more years---but here, have a giant inverted cone of candy almost bigger than you are.' Consolation prize. We need this tradition. I am afraid of groups of small children singing in German--the stuff of nightmares. The only language better for droning than German is Latin.
And I will never be the same again. I've been spoiled on deutsch cakes, lamb, and beef.
Today we went to a parade for the region (saw a castle on the way). It was fun, standing under the umbrella and watching all these cool costumes go by. I wish I had a camera or my sketchpad with me. (It's an amusing sight, seeing a girl decked out in traditional deutsch costume, multicolored emo hair and a nosering. Like seeing a girl in a kimono on a cellphone.)
School tomorrow. Ugh. Wish me luck!
PS. Thalo, email me that picture bitte. The one I colored on your PC? Danke!
PPS. Sara, thanks for sending me the tornado that saved me from the kracken. Is it the food here that's been giving me weird dreams, or have I always been this weird and just never noticed?
