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Yesterday, I finished English. I uttered my last English syllable to the applause of the sensor. It is weird.
And what is this American obsession with Scandinavia in general and Norway in particular? Whenever they need some sort of deep, ambigous commentary in film or a series, they have the Norwegian stand in deliver the lines. Lynchie has mad Norwegians camping at his hotel, and some guy in "A Prairie Home Companion" sings about sardines, or something like that, in Norwegian. Serrrriously, wazzup with that?
PS. Oh, I had a revelation of the figurative kind during this morning's first breakfast: this fall, I'm going to take some sort of class on Russian. I want to read the mad Russians in all their glory. And mum would like to learn to read Russian again, too, while I'm at it. It'd be plain stupid of me not to exploit the fact that I have two people that speak semi-fluent Russian, and would be nothing short of delighted to help. It'd be a challenge too, goodness knows I could need a fun challenge, now that I'm done with English. Darlings, you just know you want to join me.
PPS. I saw the last episode of House MD, season two, a few days ago. Surprisingly few symptoms of withdrawal.
PPS. (This is getting ridiculous, isn't it?) I rather like the end of Hamlet. Shakespeare does have a certain dramatic streak I rather enjoy. (You can tell I rather like "rather", can't you, Darlings?)
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And what is this American obsession with Scandinavia in general and Norway in particular? Whenever they need some sort of deep, ambigous commentary in film or a series, they have the Norwegian stand in deliver the lines. Lynchie has mad Norwegians camping at his hotel, and some guy in "A Prairie Home Companion" sings about sardines, or something like that, in Norwegian. Serrrriously, wazzup with that?
PS. Oh, I had a revelation of the figurative kind during this morning's first breakfast: this fall, I'm going to take some sort of class on Russian. I want to read the mad Russians in all their glory. And mum would like to learn to read Russian again, too, while I'm at it. It'd be plain stupid of me not to exploit the fact that I have two people that speak semi-fluent Russian, and would be nothing short of delighted to help. It'd be a challenge too, goodness knows I could need a fun challenge, now that I'm done with English. Darlings, you just know you want to join me.
PPS. I saw the last episode of House MD, season two, a few days ago. Surprisingly few symptoms of withdrawal.
PPS. (This is getting ridiculous, isn't it?) I rather like the end of Hamlet. Shakespeare does have a certain dramatic streak I rather enjoy. (You can tell I rather like "rather", can't you, Darlings?)
