It's a little after 11am and I'm still in bed. When I say I'm still in bed, I mean this literally - complete with the laptop on my pyjama-clad lap, and I don't plan on moving for at least a little while. The cocktail party was a blast - my roommate Joel and I were the "retro" pair for the night, me with my flapper hair and t-strap dancing shoes and him with his pinstripe suit. For about the first hour and a half, in keeping with the supposed "cocktail" mood, there was a constant stream of Billie Holiday and Frank Sinatra, so Joel and I decided to move the chairs out of the way and cut us some rug.
These are the reasons why I'm glad Joel is my roommate: he's tall, I'm tall, he's goofy, I'm also goofy (no comments from the peanut gallery!), he likes to ballroom dance, I like to ballroom dance, his fiancee likes me, my fiancee likes him. And all of this works out in such a way that permits us to have a pretty good house with rent that's affordable for all.
As with most dressy occasions here at Deutsch camp, I had my contacts in and the requisite amount of makeup and whatnot, and was completely unrecognizable to everyone in my grammar class. And yes friends, "incognito" IS a German word. I think my German is actually better when I've had four screwdrivers. Either that, or it just feels like it's better. My German high school teacher suitemate said to me "Wenn man trinkt, denkt man nicht so viel über die Wörter. Man nur sprichst, und das geht immer besser!" (When one drinks, they don't think so much about the words. They only speak, and that goes a lot better.)
But I think I drove the fiancee nuts - I was so excited about my fluid German I forgot to talk to him in English....Arme Mann - er hat keine Ahnung was ich sagen wollen und er war so verwirrt weil jetzt ich so schnell sprechen will. Aber das freut mich! Ich bin immer so stoltz auf mich - ich fühle mehr wie ein echt deutsche Frau.
Wer ist die Frau? Ich bin die Frau!
I love literal translations. The other day, one of Megan's friends actually said "Kein mehr Herr netter Mensch," which literally translated means "No more Mister Nice Guy." Deutsch makes my heart happy. And I take back (almost) everything I said that was nasty about German camp. It's the weekend, I have to sing on a master class for some Deutschland diva in three hours, and we're going to eat dinner in town tonight. For those of you who have perspective on my favorite small town in Louisiana, it's like walking from the HSB to Shipleys. Middlebury makes Natchitoches look metropolitan.
Y'all have a good weekend, I'm going to drag my lazy ass out of bed and eat breakfast.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Friday, August 05, 2005
Magic Hat #9
...is the Vermont beer that I've discovered. Yum.
Today I took my last German test. And tonight at the cocktail party I'm gonna throw down like there's no tomorrow. (Not really, because I have a master class tomorrow morning with some diva from Germany who's going to try to explain to me how to have a career as a singer in Germany - I am ever so boring)
Not much to say as pertains to Vermont. It's nice, at the moment it's incredibly warm and raining (very much resembling LA in that respect) and I want to go home to my dog and my simmons beautyrest mattress.
In other news, I know cristi will find this amusing - my little brother has a blog.
Just to clarify, my LITTLE brother, who is nine years younger than me going to be a senior in high school actually might be five solid inches taller than me but still skinny as a rail has a thing for Asian girls and doesn't know how to drive just yet, has a blog.
I find this both intensely amusing and disturbing, largely because blogs tend to be geared toward the reader audience - and when the reader audience happens to be the upcoming senior class at LSMSA, I get to read some colorful things that I suspect my brother would not intend for adult eyes, namely my parents and, even though he gave me the link himself, probably not my eyes either.
I'm not going to post the link and thereby expose my brother's coolness shield, but if you're interested give me a shout and we'll be stealth.
And to DP - if you could see how things look for coming in on the 29th (that's a Thursday) there's gonna be a brat pack movie night!
Today I took my last German test. And tonight at the cocktail party I'm gonna throw down like there's no tomorrow. (Not really, because I have a master class tomorrow morning with some diva from Germany who's going to try to explain to me how to have a career as a singer in Germany - I am ever so boring)
Not much to say as pertains to Vermont. It's nice, at the moment it's incredibly warm and raining (very much resembling LA in that respect) and I want to go home to my dog and my simmons beautyrest mattress.
In other news, I know cristi will find this amusing - my little brother has a blog.
Just to clarify, my LITTLE brother, who is nine years younger than me going to be a senior in high school actually might be five solid inches taller than me but still skinny as a rail has a thing for Asian girls and doesn't know how to drive just yet, has a blog.
I find this both intensely amusing and disturbing, largely because blogs tend to be geared toward the reader audience - and when the reader audience happens to be the upcoming senior class at LSMSA, I get to read some colorful things that I suspect my brother would not intend for adult eyes, namely my parents and, even though he gave me the link himself, probably not my eyes either.
I'm not going to post the link and thereby expose my brother's coolness shield, but if you're interested give me a shout and we'll be stealth.
And to DP - if you could see how things look for coming in on the 29th (that's a Thursday) there's gonna be a brat pack movie night!
Monday, August 01, 2005
Zigeuner
This is my new favorite word in German. Zigeuner - gypsy. It just sounds exciting, doesn't it?
Taking a break from my essay on racism in the literature of the Third Reich. Fun stuff to talk about on a summer's day, let me tell you. It's already rained twice today and I think it's going to rain more. I always found it funny that, around 3pm every day in New Orleans, somewhere it rains. Can't explain that, but it's inevitable. It's overcast here, humid as all hell, and I miss my AC so much it's ridiculous.
Going to read some more Harry Potter. I was in Burlington last night and I resisted the urge to break free of the language pledge and dash into Borders to purchase the new Harry Potter book. I told Stacey earlier that if one can register for household appliances, one should be able to register for Harry Potter books. And if anyone wants to take me up on this idea, I'm angling for the British hardback edition for adults (no, not THAT kind of adult book!).
Only one more Monday left in German camp. I can't believe it's almost over.
Taking a break from my essay on racism in the literature of the Third Reich. Fun stuff to talk about on a summer's day, let me tell you. It's already rained twice today and I think it's going to rain more. I always found it funny that, around 3pm every day in New Orleans, somewhere it rains. Can't explain that, but it's inevitable. It's overcast here, humid as all hell, and I miss my AC so much it's ridiculous.
Going to read some more Harry Potter. I was in Burlington last night and I resisted the urge to break free of the language pledge and dash into Borders to purchase the new Harry Potter book. I told Stacey earlier that if one can register for household appliances, one should be able to register for Harry Potter books. And if anyone wants to take me up on this idea, I'm angling for the British hardback edition for adults (no, not THAT kind of adult book!).
Only one more Monday left in German camp. I can't believe it's almost over.
Sunday, July 31, 2005
all dressed up and nowhere to go
I'm not exactly dressed up, per se, but I am still dressed and it's 1:43am and I can't sleep.
This is never a good thing.
Usually when I can't sleep, my thoughts turn to all things in the Vergangenheit - the past. Tonight it's the same - all the things I should have done or would have done had I not made x choice. Sometimes it's what would have happened had I not left England. Sometimes it's what would have happened had I not left Louisiana.
What would have happened had I not left Louisiana?
I came across an LSMSA alum's blog and one of the entries was
"That school ruined my relationship with my daughter"
Can't tell you how many times I've heard that in my head before. Leaving home is interesting - we talked about that in literature the other day. I feel as if I've spent the last ten years of my life trying to make a home outside of my parents' house and in doing so, I am essentially homeless. My parents now live in a swanky suburb (if those two can coexist) with their off-white kid-free household and they own a Dachsund. It's not the old house, the house I grew up in, with the pretty white colums and the fireplace in front of which many embarassing photos were made, usually involving big hair, and the back yard with the swing and the little patch of concrete with frog prints in it, and the hedges that never grew together in one spot because my friends and I walked through them every day to each other's houses. My mom is getting her CPA soon and I think my dad will retire, at which point they will leave house-not-home number 2 and probably move to Seattle. And then my dad will have tons of fodder for making fun of granola-eating liberals and their touchy-feely birkenstock-like ways. The brother will go to college somewhere, remain cooler than all of us, and he will probably stay in Louisiana for the rest of his life. He's a homebody like that.
What would have happened had I not left Louisiana. Probably would have gone to LSU, learned to speak Spanish instead of French, moved in with Casey, double majored in music and literature, gone to Spain for a semester, finished up at LSU and become a nail stylist.
Okay, not entirely plausible, but these are the things that run through my head late at night. How many Robert Frost moments does one have - what if I hadn't taken the road less traveled and had stayed close to home with my mother and my family and people who have the same accent that I do?
Going to try to sleep. Can't get Goethe out of my head.
Kennst du das Land, wo die Zitronen blühn,
Im dunkeln Laub die Gold-Orangen glühn,
Ein sanfter Wind vom blauen Himmel weht,
Die Myrte still und hoch der Lorbeer steht?
Kennst du es wohl? Dahin! dahin
Möcht ich mit dir, o mein Geliebter, ziehn.
This is never a good thing.
Usually when I can't sleep, my thoughts turn to all things in the Vergangenheit - the past. Tonight it's the same - all the things I should have done or would have done had I not made x choice. Sometimes it's what would have happened had I not left England. Sometimes it's what would have happened had I not left Louisiana.
What would have happened had I not left Louisiana?
I came across an LSMSA alum's blog and one of the entries was
"That school ruined my relationship with my daughter"
Can't tell you how many times I've heard that in my head before. Leaving home is interesting - we talked about that in literature the other day. I feel as if I've spent the last ten years of my life trying to make a home outside of my parents' house and in doing so, I am essentially homeless. My parents now live in a swanky suburb (if those two can coexist) with their off-white kid-free household and they own a Dachsund. It's not the old house, the house I grew up in, with the pretty white colums and the fireplace in front of which many embarassing photos were made, usually involving big hair, and the back yard with the swing and the little patch of concrete with frog prints in it, and the hedges that never grew together in one spot because my friends and I walked through them every day to each other's houses. My mom is getting her CPA soon and I think my dad will retire, at which point they will leave house-not-home number 2 and probably move to Seattle. And then my dad will have tons of fodder for making fun of granola-eating liberals and their touchy-feely birkenstock-like ways. The brother will go to college somewhere, remain cooler than all of us, and he will probably stay in Louisiana for the rest of his life. He's a homebody like that.
What would have happened had I not left Louisiana. Probably would have gone to LSU, learned to speak Spanish instead of French, moved in with Casey, double majored in music and literature, gone to Spain for a semester, finished up at LSU and become a nail stylist.
Okay, not entirely plausible, but these are the things that run through my head late at night. How many Robert Frost moments does one have - what if I hadn't taken the road less traveled and had stayed close to home with my mother and my family and people who have the same accent that I do?
Going to try to sleep. Can't get Goethe out of my head.
Kennst du das Land, wo die Zitronen blühn,
Im dunkeln Laub die Gold-Orangen glühn,
Ein sanfter Wind vom blauen Himmel weht,
Die Myrte still und hoch der Lorbeer steht?
Kennst du es wohl? Dahin! dahin
Möcht ich mit dir, o mein Geliebter, ziehn.
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