how to make a tuesday, hm, super.
having a friend ringing on your door
pancakes waiting to be flipped
a postmodern chinese dinner in black
having the possibility to change something
...i hope people go and do so. make me read some good news.
someone graves for quinces instead of cheese, and obviously they fit better with pancakes.
you say, you want to flip some virtually? i'm not quite sure if you call pancake day what others call wednesday this year, marienkäfermädchen, but if we are talking about the british version of fun: then i have to disappoint you today. i ran out of sugar, no suppliant in sight to provide me with sweets...
...speaking of colorful dreams, the days when norms are converted, when heads are turned to look into the eyes of the transgressive, when principles stand upside down [called everyday life for me, fasching for others]...
sweetest friend with polish roots, we might share an unorthodox approach towards a constant identity crisis and transform it, quite elegantly in both cases, into a master thesis, but your discoursitivity is by far not so elaborate to feel the questionable urge of blogging. therefore: jaja, i did wait for another opportunity of running into your linguistic labyrinths. yes, you missed the chance to discuss, to trespass borders of social morality on saturday - but well, you are familiar with both, bakhtin & me, therefore aware that it was just another night of excessive intellectuality w/ too many empty bottles.
[btw, dearest portuguese master of bale and malicious glee, it's this weekend's ghost that escaped one of the bouteilles.]
keyword friends: this is exactly the answer that makes my question disappear.
how to have a super-tuesday? - have a friend knocking on your door. mine: saves me from the depressing thought, that on feb 5 2007 i was flying from vienna to london to shanghai. and although i open doors on feb 5 2008 screaming sulkily, like on any other morning, "this tuesday sucks!" i'm approached with sweets, a smile, a hug. no plane ticket though.
postscriptum: instead of wrapping the intensity of an anniversary as planned into selfmade ravioli, i unwrapped dim sum at the shanghai tan, to have a quick look what the new [chinese] year will bring. ah ja. R like in rat, what a coincidence. whilst sipping green tea, i start thinking about zodiac signs, but of course i stop surprised as my dessert approaches, otherwise my head would explode once more, like the ginger-orange-honey combination does on my tongue...
pancakes waiting to be flipped
a postmodern chinese dinner in black
having the possibility to change something
...i hope people go and do so. make me read some good news.
someone graves for quinces instead of cheese, and obviously they fit better with pancakes.
you say, you want to flip some virtually? i'm not quite sure if you call pancake day what others call wednesday this year, marienkäfermädchen, but if we are talking about the british version of fun: then i have to disappoint you today. i ran out of sugar, no suppliant in sight to provide me with sweets...
...speaking of colorful dreams, the days when norms are converted, when heads are turned to look into the eyes of the transgressive, when principles stand upside down [called everyday life for me, fasching for others]...
sweetest friend with polish roots, we might share an unorthodox approach towards a constant identity crisis and transform it, quite elegantly in both cases, into a master thesis, but your discoursitivity is by far not so elaborate to feel the questionable urge of blogging. therefore: jaja, i did wait for another opportunity of running into your linguistic labyrinths. yes, you missed the chance to discuss, to trespass borders of social morality on saturday - but well, you are familiar with both, bakhtin & me, therefore aware that it was just another night of excessive intellectuality w/ too many empty bottles.
[btw, dearest portuguese master of bale and malicious glee, it's this weekend's ghost that escaped one of the bouteilles.]
keyword friends: this is exactly the answer that makes my question disappear.
how to have a super-tuesday? - have a friend knocking on your door. mine: saves me from the depressing thought, that on feb 5 2007 i was flying from vienna to london to shanghai. and although i open doors on feb 5 2008 screaming sulkily, like on any other morning, "this tuesday sucks!" i'm approached with sweets, a smile, a hug. no plane ticket though.
postscriptum: instead of wrapping the intensity of an anniversary as planned into selfmade ravioli, i unwrapped dim sum at the shanghai tan, to have a quick look what the new [chinese] year will bring. ah ja. R like in rat, what a coincidence. whilst sipping green tea, i start thinking about zodiac signs, but of course i stop surprised as my dessert approaches, otherwise my head would explode once more, like the ginger-orange-honey combination does on my tongue...
mironja - 5. Feb, 11:05
