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I have another journal I write in on occassion, mostly for private entries and for when I don't feel like putting forth the proper effort to post it here. The following is the latter-
Jim Carrey's mouth and German coming out of it just don't line up right. It confuses me how people can say they like so and so actor when they've actually never HEARD the actor. At first I thought the dubbing was funny, but now its just sort of annoying. It'd probably be more helpful to hear the English while reading german subtitles, like they do in MOST other European countries... but alas, not here. We were so excited to see that the movies in Amsterdam were shown in English that we saw 'The Constant Gardener' the first night we were there- an experience I won't forget anytime soon.
I have been remembering more of my dreams as of late (finally catching up on some sleep). A couple nights ago Josh and CJ from The West Wing were running around with me, and last night Jen's dad showed up in Germany to give me a bunch of beer I had apparently bought in the 4th grade and left with him for safekeeping. He said a little spiel about customs and how they are gonna love to tax me on stuff that I could sell cheaper here than where I bought it (which would be true: store-bought alcohol continues to surprise me with its discount prices), and then I woke up with a knock at my door from a white-suited man asking if I had Schimmel. Ja, habe Schimmel. Due to the stink of ammonia it took me a half an hour to go back to sleep after he left, and another dream probably greeted me there, though it escapes me now.
I started making a friend last night. I was horrified at how bad my german got in just a week of hibernation, but so it goes. I am not sure if it is this way for everyone else, but it takes me awhile to get used to how a new person talks, and what kind of sentence construction and slang they use. Every German has a different accent and once that gets successfully imported into your brain its generally smoother sailing.
Looking at a bunch of his traveling pictures was crazy--- its amazing how so many places feel like parts of California. For a long time, every time I would go somewhere new I'd try to match it up to a place I'd previously been... but eventually you realize nowhere new is like anywhere you've been before. Least of all Germany. And so when you are sitting on that train, looking out onto the fast-paced landscape running by, you can almost sense the scent of places you've been wafting along just through the pane of glass your head is resting againist- and without fail its everything you miss and everything you are glad is far away.
We went up to the rooftop to get a better view, but it was dark and snowy and instead of being clearer it was just different.
Jim Carrey's mouth and German coming out of it just don't line up right. It confuses me how people can say they like so and so actor when they've actually never HEARD the actor. At first I thought the dubbing was funny, but now its just sort of annoying. It'd probably be more helpful to hear the English while reading german subtitles, like they do in MOST other European countries... but alas, not here. We were so excited to see that the movies in Amsterdam were shown in English that we saw 'The Constant Gardener' the first night we were there- an experience I won't forget anytime soon.
I have been remembering more of my dreams as of late (finally catching up on some sleep). A couple nights ago Josh and CJ from The West Wing were running around with me, and last night Jen's dad showed up in Germany to give me a bunch of beer I had apparently bought in the 4th grade and left with him for safekeeping. He said a little spiel about customs and how they are gonna love to tax me on stuff that I could sell cheaper here than where I bought it (which would be true: store-bought alcohol continues to surprise me with its discount prices), and then I woke up with a knock at my door from a white-suited man asking if I had Schimmel. Ja, habe Schimmel. Due to the stink of ammonia it took me a half an hour to go back to sleep after he left, and another dream probably greeted me there, though it escapes me now.
I started making a friend last night. I was horrified at how bad my german got in just a week of hibernation, but so it goes. I am not sure if it is this way for everyone else, but it takes me awhile to get used to how a new person talks, and what kind of sentence construction and slang they use. Every German has a different accent and once that gets successfully imported into your brain its generally smoother sailing.
Looking at a bunch of his traveling pictures was crazy--- its amazing how so many places feel like parts of California. For a long time, every time I would go somewhere new I'd try to match it up to a place I'd previously been... but eventually you realize nowhere new is like anywhere you've been before. Least of all Germany. And so when you are sitting on that train, looking out onto the fast-paced landscape running by, you can almost sense the scent of places you've been wafting along just through the pane of glass your head is resting againist- and without fail its everything you miss and everything you are glad is far away.
We went up to the rooftop to get a better view, but it was dark and snowy and instead of being clearer it was just different.
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