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+ Amanda, of course :)
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Pictures from Nova Scotia- Germany and more from Slovenia to come:
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copy and paste, in case you're interested.
love and miss you (probably?),
nicole
copy and paste, in case you're interested.
love and miss you (probably?),
nicole
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Some nice things
Every day, fresh milk. This rubs me the wrong way...
Nova Stifta, my favorite church.
Thank goodness!
Let's see what the statue things about this...
Oh good, Genius!
A few more pictures:
Of course. Why would I not be playing the guitar?
Back in Slovenia, Tadej's party in Kocevje. Tilen and Spela!
Beergarden in Stuttgart!
Why does Amanda hate Germany?
Beautiful place. Wonderful person. Peggy's Cove in Nova Scotia with Donnie
Veselica #2- Some of my friends!
From left to right:
a nice girl that I don't know, Palona- girlfriend of my roommate Nejc, the hilarious Nejc himself, Petra! My first wonderful friend who introduced me to all of these great people, Rok- my very sweet roommate, Jure- a very good friend/roommate, Jani- writer of the delightful-broken-English email and the one they're all trying to set me up with, Simon- the birthday boy, and Petra- his kind girlfriend.
Oh yeah, and me in the front, with my inability to smile like a normal human being.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Unusual Food Pressure
I ate yeast today.
I still don't really understand why.
It was a beautiful evening, and I had plenty of energy after the game, so I rode my bike to visit my pseudo-great-aunt in Blate. She is a sweet and wonderful woman that always forces me to eat things. Though, usually along the line of cookies or something.
Today, she was eating a hotdog and mayo. If I understood correctly (and i think that I did) there was no food at the house and Darinka was at the store. So she was eating a hotdog. Ok- normal. No problem. She also kept mentioning the yeast on the counter. Ok, not unusual. We don't always have too much to talk about, seeing as we cannot speak each others languages, so I figured she was just pointing things out. But she kept bringing up this yeast (in Slovene: Kvas).
Ok- no problem, I can talk about yeast. I tried to explain that in the US, it's in powder form and not in the butter-like packaged solid as it is here. She then broke a bit of it off and gave it to me. Ok, no problem. It's the consistency of plato and smells exactly like the yeast after you've put it in the water, but before mixing it with flour. She keeps saying that it's healthy. Yeah, good, of course it's not unhealthy... but she wont let it go. Then I realize that she wants me to eat the yeast. She wants me to eat this plato-like clump of single celled organisms in my hand. She wont let it go.
So I eat the yeast.
I ate the yeast.
Not so bad, really, but should the situation arise... I still recommend that you fake it.
I still don't really understand why.
It was a beautiful evening, and I had plenty of energy after the game, so I rode my bike to visit my pseudo-great-aunt in Blate. She is a sweet and wonderful woman that always forces me to eat things. Though, usually along the line of cookies or something.
Today, she was eating a hotdog and mayo. If I understood correctly (and i think that I did) there was no food at the house and Darinka was at the store. So she was eating a hotdog. Ok- normal. No problem. She also kept mentioning the yeast on the counter. Ok, not unusual. We don't always have too much to talk about, seeing as we cannot speak each others languages, so I figured she was just pointing things out. But she kept bringing up this yeast (in Slovene: Kvas).
Ok- no problem, I can talk about yeast. I tried to explain that in the US, it's in powder form and not in the butter-like packaged solid as it is here. She then broke a bit of it off and gave it to me. Ok, no problem. It's the consistency of plato and smells exactly like the yeast after you've put it in the water, but before mixing it with flour. She keeps saying that it's healthy. Yeah, good, of course it's not unhealthy... but she wont let it go. Then I realize that she wants me to eat the yeast. She wants me to eat this plato-like clump of single celled organisms in my hand. She wont let it go.
So I eat the yeast.
I ate the yeast.
Not so bad, really, but should the situation arise... I still recommend that you fake it.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
the present moment
So I really love young adult science fiction or fantasy books- you probably know this about me already. And I love them shamelessly, because they are awesome, and I am therefore awesome for reading them without being able to set them down. They all look really cool too, sci-fi books. I think that it's a requirement that they have at least one person glowing on the cover.
A few months ago, I stumbled across a great book by Mr. Orson Scott Card, entitled Seventh Son. This book has my favorite literary character of all time, a man named "Taleswapper" whose role in life is to hear peoples stories and tell only those that are true. What a good life that would be...
I just finished the 2nd book of the series, which was slightly more lame, but equally addicting in the end. This was the last paragraph:
“At night in his own bed, Alvin listened to the distant greensong, still warm and beautiful, still bright and hopeful even though the forest was getting so sparse, even though the future was so dim. Cause there’s no fear of the future in the song of life, just the ever-joyful present moment. That’s all I want right now, though Alvin. The present moment, which is good enough.”
-Red Prophet by Orson Scott Card
I like this. All I want is the present moment... i like this a lot.
Right now, I am sitting in Ancka's living room: the window is open because it's cool due to the rain, and I can hear the people speaking at the bar across the street, laughing. I can hear polka music playing in the background (and I'd be willing to put good money on that accordion player being under the age of 30) and I can feel the mountain breeze on my shoulders. And I do feel really present here- I do feel like I am engaging in the life that I am living, but I don't think that life is isolated within Slovenia.
Living fully in the present- something that I want to do. To fully engage in life- holding nothing back... fully engaging in joy, fully engaging in sorrow (see: The Prophet). And yet, I recognize that I spend a lot of my time keeping in touch with people- refusing to let people leave my life even if they have moved on to different things... Does that take away from fully living in the present?
I don't think so... if you are someone that is in my life, it's probably because I cannot let you go. we are intertwined. I am attached to you because you have made me who I am somehow... so it seems natural to me that living fully in the present would also mean remaining attached with all of the people that I love. To be fully in the present, I need to be fully myself. Which means engaging with you people. That I love.
I'm really exhausted, so forgive me if none of that made sense. And if you'd prefer that I just keep the blog for reporting funny stories, i can do that.
A few months ago, I stumbled across a great book by Mr. Orson Scott Card, entitled Seventh Son. This book has my favorite literary character of all time, a man named "Taleswapper" whose role in life is to hear peoples stories and tell only those that are true. What a good life that would be...
I just finished the 2nd book of the series, which was slightly more lame, but equally addicting in the end. This was the last paragraph:
“At night in his own bed, Alvin listened to the distant greensong, still warm and beautiful, still bright and hopeful even though the forest was getting so sparse, even though the future was so dim. Cause there’s no fear of the future in the song of life, just the ever-joyful present moment. That’s all I want right now, though Alvin. The present moment, which is good enough.”
-Red Prophet by Orson Scott Card
I like this. All I want is the present moment... i like this a lot.
Right now, I am sitting in Ancka's living room: the window is open because it's cool due to the rain, and I can hear the people speaking at the bar across the street, laughing. I can hear polka music playing in the background (and I'd be willing to put good money on that accordion player being under the age of 30) and I can feel the mountain breeze on my shoulders. And I do feel really present here- I do feel like I am engaging in the life that I am living, but I don't think that life is isolated within Slovenia.
Living fully in the present- something that I want to do. To fully engage in life- holding nothing back... fully engaging in joy, fully engaging in sorrow (see: The Prophet). And yet, I recognize that I spend a lot of my time keeping in touch with people- refusing to let people leave my life even if they have moved on to different things... Does that take away from fully living in the present?
I don't think so... if you are someone that is in my life, it's probably because I cannot let you go. we are intertwined. I am attached to you because you have made me who I am somehow... so it seems natural to me that living fully in the present would also mean remaining attached with all of the people that I love. To be fully in the present, I need to be fully myself. Which means engaging with you people. That I love.
I'm really exhausted, so forgive me if none of that made sense. And if you'd prefer that I just keep the blog for reporting funny stories, i can do that.
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