1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal...
5. ...along with these instructions.
"'You don't want to meet a bear in the forest,' adds Silja. They are no longer afraid of humans, they are urban bears now. Corrupt bears. Not nice bears. Even a bear with a soothed head is not one you would want to meet.'"
Voyage to the End of the Room - Tibor Fischer
Obviously I'm the only person left who reads fiction. Much as I suspected.
I've been having some good conversations with strangers in Swedish. It's nice. Strangers don't correct my grammar, and so I feel more compentent (and the falafel shop guy tells me I can't possibly be that old, I only look 23. A compliment?).
In our continuing attempts to translate da hood into Swedish, I bring you:
hemma flicka/pojke = home girl/boy
söt som socker = sweet like sugar
I am VERY SAD. After a year-long boycott of the news (post-Iraq invasion, I got bored with the never-ending repetitive awfulness of it all), I had just started to read newspapers again (one article a day, in Swedish).
Now I find that Kerry has conceded defeat. Yes, I am impressed with him having the maturity to concede, rather than drag it through the courts. No, I don't think the world should be like this. Bah humbug.
Posted by eithne at November 3, 2004 09:10 PM | TrackBack