Sunday, March 26, 2006


  • 1 person from Slovakia, preferrably with knowledge about Slovak foreign policy
  • 1 person from Uganda
  • 1 person with knowledge as to what Slovakia feels towards the situation in Northern Uganda
  • 1 UN diplomat (preferrably a representative in the Security Council)
  • 1 secretary to explain me all the SC rules and procedures

  • 1 maths wiz
  • 2-3 persons to explain what the maths wiz is saying
  • 1 person to explain my calculator to me

  • 1 person to attend my lectures this week
  • 1 person who looks like me to attend my work group on Friday
  • 1 person to hunt down and bring back (preferably alive) one student (name will be provided)

  • 1 person to help me with my microeconomics paper due this Friday
  • 1 person to find out where I can print things now they've closed the computer lab
  • 1 person to go shop for clothes fit for wearing to the UN Security Council
  • 1 person to attend 2-3 meetings being held for the Human Rights week
  • 1 person to get 3 passport photos with my picture on them
  • 1 person to write an application and my resume
  • and write it good

and finally...

  • 1 person to book a hairdresser appointment, go there in a place to have my hair cut and coloured (I realize that might be a tricky one..)

If you are interested, please send me an email or leave a comment. The work will last from 9 am Monday through 2pm Friday. You will receive no pay in form of money, however, you are free to suggest other forms of compensation.

Thank you.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

This has been the crappiest day.

From I woke up this morning with bruises on my arms, through the morning spent with my head down the toilet (didn't even go drinking yesterday), late for a meeting (but no one noticed), then trying to study while wanting to sleep cuz I'd skipped three meals.

Then coming home to find the net is as slow as ever, an online photo service won't accept png files even though it says it will and I spent all night yesterday trying to find a way to make this work because I have to send them in and get them back and send an application within a week.

To looking all over the (extremely slow) net trying to find what the hell Slovakia feels about the conflict in Uganda because I have to write a few (short) speaches and prepare draft resolutions for a UN Model Security Council thing next Thursday where I will be representing Slovakia. With a person I haven't met yet because she didn't show up yesterday. And she didn't show up today. And she's hasn't answered my email.

And now my head hurts so bad I can't even think of all the other things that made this beautiful day so incredibly crappy and I wish, I so wish I could look forward to going to bed but just like I never have headaches but have one now, I never have bad dreams and I rarely have problems sleeping but the past two weeks I've been waking up constantly and my violent dreams have come back, I don't mind them much, I just mind when they wake me up all the time and I wake up with these bruises.

Strange things happen in my bed.
Stranger still are those in my head.

Monday, March 20, 2006

"Inconsistent" being the key word.

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Grapes of Wrath, part II

'If Ma was anywheres about, that gate'd be shut an' hooked. That's one thing she always done - seen that gate was shut.' His eyes were warm. 'Ever since the pig got in over to Jacobs' an' et the baby. Milly Jacobs was jus' out in the barn. She come in while the pig was still eatin' it. Well, Milly Jacobs was in a family way, an' she went ravin'. Never did get over it. Touched ever since.'

-- John Steinbeck, "The Grapes of Wrath"

Saturday, March 18, 2006

To eat or not to eat

I was talking to my sister earlier when she commented:

"Nemi's carrot was sticking out of her cage.
Snurre used it to scratch her back and tried to eat it.

But I don't think she will become a vegetarian!"

Friday, March 17, 2006


I hate people. No seriously, I hate people. Some of them manage to break my heart so many times they have no idea what they're doing. I'm sick and tired of people. I can't do this anymore...


Sydney Dysis

That's me. Or at least it would have been if I listened to Caesar Amadeus.

What would you be?

Grapes of Wrath, part I

"Here's me preachin' grace. An' here's them people gettin' grace so hard they're jumpin' an' shoutin'. Now they say layin' up with a girl comes from the devil. But the more grace a girl got in her, the quicker she wants to go out in the grass." An' I got to thinkin' how in the hell, s'cuse me, how can the devil get in when a girl is so full of the Holy Sperit that it's spoutin' out of her nose an' ears.

-- John Steinbeck, "The Grapes of Wrath"


"What is more Scandinavian than a horny moose?"

- Some Swedish guy in a movie 2 minutes ago.

Thursday, March 16, 2006


Abi just said...

"thanx like an encyclopedia"

That's like the greatest compliment you could give me!

To fall or not to fall

Blogthings told me that out of the girls in Sex and the City, I'm most like Carrie. That's perfectly alright, Carrie's cool and I was never quite able to see myself as any of them. I did love Charlotte though, but she was way too romantic for my liking.

But it was the last two lines that struck me:

Romantic prediction: You'll fall for someone this year...

Totally different from any guy you've dated.

Now that's something worth waiting for!

I think I do need a change - the guys I fall for tend to disappear into thin air. I'll just hope if I do end up liking someone, he'll like me too. Otherwise it just sucks.

A guy

Yesterday I noticed a guy sitting a couple rows in front of me in Macroeconomics. He was wearing a bright red sweater that said 'Czechoslovakia.........' something I didn't understand, in Czech. He looked strangely familiar.

Today he was there again, sitting on the row in front of me, again wearing a shirt that said something I didn't quite get.

Now, it's not unusual to see guys during lectures. I'll have you know there are quite a few guys attending economics lectures. Not a whole lot of cute guys, but guys nonetheless. This guy was cute though. But that's not it.

He looked strangely familiar. Of course I could have seen him a few months ago during another class but he didn't look that kind of familiar. It was almost like it was strange seeing him in that setting.

It wasn't even like I immedeatly recognized the guy, there was just something about him. And actually I didn't recognize him - I still can't remember where or what, how or why...

Knowing me I'm probably just looking for something mysterious to occur while reality will bump me on the head when I see him tomorrow and remember "ohh... he was in my work group thingy, that's all..."

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Just because I can

The Calvin or Hobbes Test

A Bit Of Both

You are 40% Calvin and 60% Hobbes

Calvin & Hobbes, like a scruffy yin and yang, are in perfect balance within you. Like Calvin, you're weird, a bit insecure, and can be a trouble-maker. But like Hobbes, you're down to earth and sensitive. It's a risk to say it here, after just a ten question test, but I'll bet you're smarter than most. Both Calvin and Hobbes are crafty, clever characters, and any one made from equal parts of each is a force to be reckoned with.

I thought I'd be more Hobbes - Calvin is kinda nasty sometimes.

Which reminds me I still have a book to read...

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Olny srmat poelpe can raed tihs.

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae.

The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!

if you can raed tihs psas it on !!

I learnt about this in my cognition class last year.
Psychology was fun!

Pi Day!

Plan a Pi Day Party for March 14

Teachers in many classrooms celebrate Pi Day this month. Pi -- the number 3.14… -- gets its own special day on 3/14, or March 14.

Written in the USA date format, March 14 is an unofficial celebration for Pi Day derived from the common three-digit approximation for the number π: 3.14. It is usually celebrated at 1:59 PM (in recognition of the six-digit approximation: 3.14159)

Oh Number PI

Oh, number Pi
Oh, number Pi
Your digits are unending,
Oh, number Pi
Oh, number Pi
No pattern are you sending.
You're three point one four one five nine,
And even more if we had time,
Oh, number Pi
Oh, number Pi
For circle lengths unbending.

Oh, number Pi
Oh, number Pi
You are a number very sweet,
Oh, number Pi
Oh, number Pi
Your uses are so very neat.
There's 2 Pi r and Pi r squared,
A half a circle and you're there,
Oh, number Pi
Oh, number Pi
We know that Pi's a tasty treat.

(to the tune of "Oh Christmas Tree")

If one day of the year screams Party! in math class, that day is March 14. Each year on 3/14, teachers in classrooms across the globe take a break from the normal routine to plan a special celebration in honor of pi, or the number 3.14...

This day has been celebrated in a variety of ways. Groups of people, such as math or science based clubs, might gather to consider the role that the number π has played in their lives and imagine the world without π. During such an event, pi celebrants may devise alternative values for π, eat pie (pie), play pi (piñata), drink pi (Piña Colada), eat pi (Pineapple) or watch pi (Pi (film)). Enthusiasts also note that the day happens to be Albert Einstein's birthday.

Happy Pi Day

Happy Pi day to you,
Happy Pi day to you,
Happy Pi day everybody,
Happy Pi day to you.

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-- I guess Geek Day was already taken..

The Spider in the Shower Test

No fear

You scored 1 Arachnophobic!

Oh, well, a little bug never hurt anyone who can take care of it, that's the way we roll here. Sucka. You should be an exterminator.

Here's a special bonus....this shows what effect different substances have on a spider as it spins its web. Nify, don't ya think?

Thursday, March 09, 2006


Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Boys and Girls on Bikes

Waiting to get in to spinning class today I stood in front of two guys for ten minutes. They were going on and on about how they seemed to be the only guys there, a friend walked by and they told him how lucky they must have been to have picked that time to go - only them and lots and lots of girls!

Nothing unusual so far, guys like looking at girls and the more girls there are, the more there are to look at. They kept talking, I kept waiting. At the gym here you have to come 20 minutes early, then wait in line to get a ticket - if you don't get one, you don't get in to the spinning or the aerobics or the kick-class or whatever you want to do.

They start handing out tickets 15 mins before the class starts. If you've come early enough and get a ticket, you have to line up to get a good bike or spot in the room. Of course you could come to get the ticket, then go change but then you'd have to sit way in the back so you can't see the instructor (room is shaped like a C), or way up front so you can't see anyone.

They've got new bikes since the last time I was there though. That was... erm... a year ago. But they're cool, the old ones were wobbly or the seat was broken or the pedal didn't work right. The new ones are great.

Well we waited and waited and people started coming out, which means we can start going in soon. The guys still happy to be the only boys among all the girls. We started moving, I found a bike in the front of the room, close enough to see the instructor but far enough back I wasn't on the first couple rows. I figured the guys had moved further back to.. get a better view.

But then I saw them way up front.

Maybe it's just me and my dirty little mind, I heard guys talking about how lucky they were to be in a class with lots of girls, and assumed they wanted to look at the girls. Of course it could be they were happy to be in a class with lots of girls for another reason. But I just can't figure out what that reason could be - when you're way up front you don't see anyone. Why would it matter if everyone else were male or female when you wouldn't see them anyway?

So I figured maybe they wanted the girls to look at them, but that doesn't really make sense either. I know I'm not a guy and I can't possibly understand what goes on in their minds, but what I'm thinking is if I were thrilled to be in a spinning class with lots of guys for 45 minutes, that would be because I would like to look at them, not have them look at me. Or at least I assume so.

Then again I find girls much more interesting to look at than guys, but that's just me...

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Paris Fashion Show

Why did I ever leave that city...?

Night's here when the snow comes

It's white out. It's almost still in the air, falling down between the street lights. So soft you almost can't see it, so soft you almost can't feel it. It's careful snow, it's got all the time in the world. Tiny, fluffy snowflakes, once caught they will melt before they are seen. The world will be clean tomorrow, for a few hours while the people are sleeping and the cars are quiet. This is peaceful snow. Peaceful snow in a troubled world. Tomorrow they will fight again.

Friday, March 03, 2006

Ziya said...

"if my flight crashes i'll IM you from heaven"

How cute is that?
I wonder if they'll let him do that if he goes down below...

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Prima facie

Imagine you own a house. You live in another country so when you're not there, you rent it out through an agency. The family who moves in will be staying for 10 months, from August 2003 until June 2004, the rent being 1000 euro per month.

After two months they stop paying the rent. Then they change the locks. The agency sends letters and nothing happens. Employees from the agency visit the family but they will not talk to them. The family calls the police. The family forges a contract, saying the rent is now 400 euro per month, which they rarely pay. The owner of the house flies over and tries to contact to the family.

The agency writes more letters to the family. Both agency and the owner of the house is charged with violence and threats. The agency has visited the house several times, but the police always shows up and tells them to leave.

No one doubts who owns the house. The family living there does not pay rent. Even if the new contract was real, they have still broken it. Yet the police protects the rights of this family, not the rights of the owner.

In this case it does not matter that the contract was forged, because the family is allegedly exposed to both violence and threats by a man who lives in another country, and by the agency which rented them the house. All these are people who are not able to get onto the property because the locks have been changed.

Since the family's accusations are more serious than the word-against-word contract, the police protects the family. When mail arrives for the owner, the family keeps it. When they recieve a letter or a phone call from the agency, they call the police. Again - there is no doubt who owns the house. Why does this happen? Why are they still there, 15 months after the contract expired?

It happens because in Spain, if you rent a house, you are allowed to stay in it for five years, against the owner's will, provided you pay the rent. Which in this case only happens from time to time and is based on a forged contract.

Basically you can rent a house, determine how much you want to pay, forge a contract and stay there indefinitely provided you call the police often enough.

And this is the law.

Am I the only one who finds this puzzling?

Wednesday, March 01, 2006


I'm sitting at the library by the big windows facing the mall. I'm reading a book but as always when I'm there I can't concenrate and watch people walking by.

A policeman comes from the left and walks into the mall. A few minutes later a police car stop just to the right of where I'm sitting, two guys get out and walk into the mall to buy lunch. Five minutes later the first police man comes back out and goes over to the second police car. It's not his car. He's a few meters away and keeps clicking the key chain thingy to open the car. He looks at it and shakes it while he's walking.

He goes up to the car and looks at the door. It's still not his car. He looks inside, he tries to open the door, press the button again. He takes a step back, then he walks behind the car. He walks past three cars and sees another police car. He walks up to it, clicks the button, gets in and drives away. His car was a dog patrol car. The other wasn't.

That made me wonder... if one cop had that much problems finding his car (there were five cars there, two of them police cars), did not remember where he had parked it, did not notice the one he walked to first did not have 'Dog Patrol' written on the side, did not look at the license plate and could not figure out why he couldn't get it opened... how does that work out at the police station? What happens when an alarm goes off? Do they all go running like headless chickens trying to figure out which car is theirs?

I guess you just had to be there but it was pretty funny watching him. Like an old black and white comedy where everything is in slow motion.

Dinner dooooaaa


Oh stop that, I'm making dinner.


Seriously, I can't leave this right now.


It sucks when that happens when you're cooking - you never know how little it takes for it to go off and I did think "I hope that wasn't me..." a couple times. It's good to have roommates though. Roommates who check it out and make sure you don't burn to death while you're cooking dinner.

Cuz that would really suck.