Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Monday, October 05, 2009
Sick, petty and whimsical
When it comes to being sick I'm like a three year old. I'm like Sheldon with the annoying kitty song. I love being tucked in bed, having soup and tea sent over to my bedroom and other very petty things. I cof a lot to get my share of attention and I make a fuzzy and sickly voice. I wander around the house in PJs wrapped around my blanket with the aliens and spaceships pattern (how very geek of me). I drink warm beverages from my Disney mug or - if it's Winter - from my Rudolph-shaped mug. But the greatest thing about being sick is watching TV in bed. I remember one year when it poured all day long and I never once got out of bed. I spent my day sleeping and watching re-runs of old 80s series (Alf, All in the family, Allo Allo and Family Ties). It is one of my cherished memories (when it comes to being sick, I mean). And of course, there's the Disney movies. Everytime I get sick I get me a few of my childhood movies and watch them in bed. It's what brings joy to seasonal flu. So on those few days a year I indulge in all harmless pettiness. And I guess that's what's in store for me tomorrow...
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Saturday, October 03, 2009
On holidays
In America, the big eating holiday is Thanksgiving, at the end of November. Thanksgiving is a great holiday- probably the best holiday in America, if you ask me. (In case You've always wondered, it commemorates the first harvest feast at which the pilgrims sat down with the Indians to thank them for all their help and tell them, 'Oh, and by the way, we've decided we want the whole country') It is a great holiday because you don't have to give gifts or send cards or do anything but eat until you begin to look like a balloon that has been left on a helium machine too long.
The trouble is that it comes less than a month before Christmas. So when on 25 December Mom brings out another turkey, you don't go, 'Turkey! YIPEEE!' but rather, 'Ah, turkey again is it, Mother?' Under such an arrangement Christmas dinner is bound to come as an anticlimax.
The trouble is that it comes less than a month before Christmas. So when on 25 December Mom brings out another turkey, you don't go, 'Turkey! YIPEEE!' but rather, 'Ah, turkey again is it, Mother?' Under such an arrangement Christmas dinner is bound to come as an anticlimax.
Notes from a big country, Bill Bryson
Friday, October 02, 2009
Thursday, October 01, 2009
People
A meio da primeira aula do mestrado olhei em volta e apercebi-me de algo que - embora óbvio - ainda não me tinha ocorrido. Tenho uma turma. Uma. E não quatro por semestre. Mas uma. E deu-me vontade de sorrir. Estas pessoas vão estar no meu precurso durante um ano lectivo inteiro. São as minhas pessoas. Isto era algo que já não me acontecia desde o secundário. Isto de ver as mesmas pessoas em todas as aulas. E para quem - nos últimos anos - se foi habituando a ser um fantasma, a entrar e sair da sala sem dizer um pio, isto é algo de muito grande. Porque não sou uma pessoa fácil e sobretudo não sou uma pessoa acessível. Mas mais uma vez, parece que Deus resolveu piscar-me o olho.
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