random observations

Velentine’s abroad 2007 still ick

Just another Tuesday in February, the dark of winter as I can easily be drawn into morbid moments of self pity.  Walking ancient cobblestoned streets, listening to echoes of Slavic conversation riochet down the narrow streets through old town square on my way to lotus, buddhist centrum on Dlhoua Street.  The yoga helped. The job is coming and the money not far behind, just a few more weeks of teaching English. Last week I had my final meeting at Strom,…

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Language of Anomie

Different to have to struggle so hard for each sentence.  It is extremely good for me to have that and speaking other languages gives a sense of anonymity which I crave… Prague gives me the anonymity I once sought, but like most other affectations, I didn’t like it so much once I got there. To be anonymous is like being invisible or conditionally ignored.  To be seen as an object, a foreign concept that is both alluring and insidious at…

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American gypsy

The following class we picked up with the Indians at Thanksgiving theme.  Marcel was most attentive.  Asking me to describe Indians, the class was eager to have first hand information from a real Indian. I had done a great deal of thinking and preparation for this class trying to articulate the most accurate symbolism I could find, yet I had little understanding of the European hatred of the Roma people within their own society. Now, if I was to make…

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American indian

November, cold and bleary, hard to understand why things work as they do.  The beginning of my understanding of some of the Czech systematic segregation and repression of their own people was a gradual process for me and the realization fell upon me like wet cement… I may have never mentioned my Native American Indian heritage to the government class except for trying to make a good impression on the French-speaking Marcel with long eyelashes and a habit of falling…

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Petrin Hill

The stone stairways going up to fort and older castle ruins atop the hills, lies the observatory, for watching the splendor of the ever changing skies in greater detail.  I walked there last night, my first visit.  I found an enchanted garden and a magic workshop gallery.  In a house in the forest, like fairy tales of Hansel and Gretel finding the witches cottage deep within the woods. The thicker growths of summer leaves, at their fullest spreading over the jade and…

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Maltézské námesti flat

I am working for three different language schools and they keep assigning me work.  Apparently, the schools, like the bank I started an account at, liked my address. My Prague flat is perched in a perfect location in Mala Strana. I have a view of Maltzeki Namesti, which I am told by the building owners, was in Amadaeus.  I walk to Kampa park and the Vltava or the Charles bridge in two minutes.  Last week there was a crew filming a…

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Malá Strana, Prague

The suspension of disbelief that comes from living among cobblestone roads, castles, thousand year old bridges and buildings, and people from every corner of the earth is thick with tangible speculation. Who is that woman walking down the street?  Is she the daughter of the ambassador toSweden, a Polish princess, or an American tourist? Perhaps a movie star or some dot com entrepreneur hiding behind oversized opaque black sunglasses.  The man walking next to her could as easily be her…

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Hotel Baby

Stepping outside the train station at Paris Nord, brightly coloured pedestrians wore eclectic mixtures of textures and styles from business boutique to shabby chic pseudo-lingerie. My cab chauffeur spoke no English. I tried my best with my academic high school and college French. It worked to some degree, along with my preplanned hand written address and map. We found the Hotel Baby with relative ease. It cost a tenth of the London taxi and offered me my first peek into…

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