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Thursday, March 26, 2009
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Yorkshire Puddings In Silicon
Sydney (World Smoking, Part 3)
If you want to eventually quit smoking, who boarded in Singapore Helge said shortly before landing, then now is the right time. Helge: early 40s, living in Hamburg, a native of East Berlin, ex-punk, ex-smokers, banker. With now says Helge Australia. I make the touch screen of my in-flight entertainment system on SkyView and follow the live landing of the aircraft in which I sit. A possible in the tail fin of the Airbus A380 built-in camera does matter. Except for the periodic flash of the collision warning light on the night-black screen is not much to see. SkyView s the best! commented Helge. If the ship is already as heterotopia par excellence, then the Airbus A380 certainly be one, I think. I think so but only because without exception everyone I told before I left was that I would spend the night at an airport hotel, immediately heterotopia heterotopia! has screamed. In general, says Helge, Qantas has what the entertainment is concerned, made up. On the screen appears in the distance a sea of light, it must be to Sydney. Secretly, I am angry about Qantas: instead of reading I now Platoon, Milk, Twilight, Quantum of Solace, and each of several episodes of The Simpsons, Little Britain, Little Britain USA and saw Grey's Anatomy.
Upon entry to Australia is solemnly declared to have no more than 250 cigarettes in their luggage. The bars in the Duty Free Shop at Sydney Airport have the appropriate scope: 10 boxes of 25 pieces. Even if I do not like big packs, I buy Camel Lights. Already on the board of the rod a lung sick, dying girl is shown, where a kind-hearted nurse tenderly expresses the respiratory mask to the face. The customs officials that I am dutifully on the cracked box red Gauloises attention in my jacket pocket. He is interested instead of apples or bananas, which I could have hidden in my suitcase. Chewing gums are ok.
sun is very stupid, for it frees sun. Slowly I got used to it, that you must not freeze in March, but all a question of the correct position is. Sydney is clearly the proper position. My problem is an aesthetic. The city can not help it, in fact, Sydney is a dream city by the sea, wonderful architecture, international population. And it all seems to say, without anything or talk about yourself constantly having to like Paris or Berlin. The aesthetic problem but I am. At night I dream of workouts in the gym and how well it is if you feel comfortable in just shorts or tank tops.
Australia is a sports dictatorship. Declining to run on television shows in which not all that fat people of Victoria Beckham clones are presented. In the so-called hotels, Thus the bars are the same five different sports on ten different screens shown. At every street corner there is a gym. Everywhere one comes across images of the pristine Australian swimmer body. If you click on the Internet through the sites staff find it must be said that clean and healthy the favorite adjectives for self-descriptions. Hello, I am clean and healthy. With these two words, I think, carried their poor Edith Klinger Katzerln the ORF to market. No wonder that despite the strict ban on smoking not less smoke. The
the social initiation of smoking does not work here. What first of all is that no one smokes. The Chauvel Cinema in Paddington, a wonderful art-house cinema by the way, I stand alone on the large balcony smoking, while the people in the lobby crowd close together. From Berlin cinemas with a smoking balcony, such as the Sputnik, otherwise I'm used to. In addition, it is questionable whether the people I know in Sydney while smoking learn to really get acquainted. In the smoking area outside a bar on Oxford Street, Pete is next to me and told me after a short time that his German wife and his half-German daughter were so mean and would beat him. Pete: mid-50s, worn face, short stature, long Hair, brown sandals, rolling tobacco, otherwise gay parent. That because of the stupid laws alcohol drink can not take with the outside, also has its good sides. I go get another beer, I tell Pete to knock him encouragingly on the shoulder and get out in the bar
Ultimately you need in Sydney no-smoking areas in order to operate social initiation. Not even me. But I love this city. The Non smoking city Sydney, I also owe the insight into a technique that I have been practicing only subconsciously: smoking as a strategy of social avoidance. I'm just smoke a cigarette, I say to Peggy, as me this in the Rose, Shamrock Thistle Hotel + is too intrusive. Peggy: End 20, flawless makeup, blond short hair, hot pants, gin and tonic in hand, lived in Thailand, in contrast to its sister painting no artistic ambitions, Controller of conviction. Come back if you like, call Peggy at me.
If you want to eventually quit smoking, who boarded in Singapore Helge said shortly before landing, then now is the right time. Helge: early 40s, living in Hamburg, a native of East Berlin, ex-punk, ex-smokers, banker. With now says Helge Australia. I make the touch screen of my in-flight entertainment system on SkyView and follow the live landing of the aircraft in which I sit. A possible in the tail fin of the Airbus A380 built-in camera does matter. Except for the periodic flash of the collision warning light on the night-black screen is not much to see. SkyView s the best! commented Helge. If the ship is already as heterotopia par excellence, then the Airbus A380 certainly be one, I think. I think so but only because without exception everyone I told before I left was that I would spend the night at an airport hotel, immediately heterotopia heterotopia! has screamed. In general, says Helge, Qantas has what the entertainment is concerned, made up. On the screen appears in the distance a sea of light, it must be to Sydney. Secretly, I am angry about Qantas: instead of reading I now Platoon, Milk, Twilight, Quantum of Solace, and each of several episodes of The Simpsons, Little Britain, Little Britain USA and saw Grey's Anatomy.
Upon entry to Australia is solemnly declared to have no more than 250 cigarettes in their luggage. The bars in the Duty Free Shop at Sydney Airport have the appropriate scope: 10 boxes of 25 pieces. Even if I do not like big packs, I buy Camel Lights. Already on the board of the rod a lung sick, dying girl is shown, where a kind-hearted nurse tenderly expresses the respiratory mask to the face. The customs officials that I am dutifully on the cracked box red Gauloises attention in my jacket pocket. He is interested instead of apples or bananas, which I could have hidden in my suitcase. Chewing gums are ok.
sun is very stupid, for it frees sun. Slowly I got used to it, that you must not freeze in March, but all a question of the correct position is. Sydney is clearly the proper position. My problem is an aesthetic. The city can not help it, in fact, Sydney is a dream city by the sea, wonderful architecture, international population. And it all seems to say, without anything or talk about yourself constantly having to like Paris or Berlin. The aesthetic problem but I am. At night I dream of workouts in the gym and how well it is if you feel comfortable in just shorts or tank tops.
Australia is a sports dictatorship. Declining to run on television shows in which not all that fat people of Victoria Beckham clones are presented. In the so-called hotels, Thus the bars are the same five different sports on ten different screens shown. At every street corner there is a gym. Everywhere one comes across images of the pristine Australian swimmer body. If you click on the Internet through the sites staff find it must be said that clean and healthy the favorite adjectives for self-descriptions. Hello, I am clean and healthy. With these two words, I think, carried their poor Edith Klinger Katzerln the ORF to market. No wonder that despite the strict ban on smoking not less smoke. The
the social initiation of smoking does not work here. What first of all is that no one smokes. The Chauvel Cinema in Paddington, a wonderful art-house cinema by the way, I stand alone on the large balcony smoking, while the people in the lobby crowd close together. From Berlin cinemas with a smoking balcony, such as the Sputnik, otherwise I'm used to. In addition, it is questionable whether the people I know in Sydney while smoking learn to really get acquainted. In the smoking area outside a bar on Oxford Street, Pete is next to me and told me after a short time that his German wife and his half-German daughter were so mean and would beat him. Pete: mid-50s, worn face, short stature, long Hair, brown sandals, rolling tobacco, otherwise gay parent. That because of the stupid laws alcohol drink can not take with the outside, also has its good sides. I go get another beer, I tell Pete to knock him encouragingly on the shoulder and get out in the bar
Ultimately you need in Sydney no-smoking areas in order to operate social initiation. Not even me. But I love this city. The Non smoking city Sydney, I also owe the insight into a technique that I have been practicing only subconsciously: smoking as a strategy of social avoidance. I'm just smoke a cigarette, I say to Peggy, as me this in the Rose, Shamrock Thistle Hotel + is too intrusive. Peggy: End 20, flawless makeup, blond short hair, hot pants, gin and tonic in hand, lived in Thailand, in contrast to its sister painting no artistic ambitions, Controller of conviction. Come back if you like, call Peggy at me.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Surgery For Nasal Polyps Of Dogs
President's Day
Spring is for a few days at the next street corner, in the sparse planes wait a few birds on the leaves, do a walk around the people who are all on the legs. So I go out in the afternoon to let me see the neighborhood: Brooklyn Heights. My translator and his wife live here including dog Alvy (Alvy is as big as a croissant). The line F is packed and rattles, the people speak almost exclusively to something colorful and a bit too fast, my understanding is seven eighths of guessed mischief (recently read that in New York almost all world languages are spoken, including those in their original habitat are dried up and died lengthens). In such brimming trains and roads I will therefore always carelessly and slightly too loud words of German thrown into a confusing mnemonic. On the way picked up in the web:
. "chickens are now only grown for the breast" / "Pretty Woman was during the occupation years, more .'s Favorite movie my father "/" Let us be silent tomorrow, let us be here and now "
In this sense: Carroll Gardens is a beautiful spot on earth, Alvy comes with, Brooklyn Heights is also lit and creates less literary historical value , my goodness, every second building is a citation plaque. In a used bookstore showcase Max Brod is On Franz Kafka find a couple of Edgar Wallace's books. We walk through the area, Alvy jumps (very croissant) around us, while we drink coffee and eat ice cream, the first of the year. The sun seems to celebrate the day Alvy Thomas Wolfe's brave barks to former apartment (he sings almost), then he pees WH Auden's house in the shin. On the promenade in front of the skyline and a foreign-language and very slow music video will be shot. The people walking in rows of three, cheer baby croissant Alvy brings the singer from the rhythm and concept. Overheard German mnemonics on the promenade ". We have worked in a once-a Munich hotel"
/ "Before, we were once more And more.." / "The weather does is basically what I want."
Speaking Forecast: tomorrow is President's Day, New York with Obama T-shirts, it was supposed to be a lot better. If it is not. The signs on the way back: LOST THE LEASE! and GOING OUT OF BUSINESS! and EVERYTHING MUST GO! and NOTHING HELD BACK! The recession have to also have something to be said. All speak of it, you see it in the city, of all early spring in New York nailed the windows to increase. Suddenly remembering the Thirty Years' of the last century, suddenly everyone is looking furtively into their pockets. Let there be less reserved, they say, there would less delivered, there would less stayed in hotels, but you reread Joe Mitchell. It is drunk before, because sooner drink drink cheaper means there is "Recession-Happy-Hours. The word is ubiquitous as an advertising slogan which serve for every sale, the economic situation, even for anti-smoking campaigns (Remember: lung cancer is recession-proof "). Finally, at the intersection of Bleecker and LaGuardia snapped wish, the last set for today:
"New York is a scrub and we are a marauding horde." 
Spring is for a few days at the next street corner, in the sparse planes wait a few birds on the leaves, do a walk around the people who are all on the legs. So I go out in the afternoon to let me see the neighborhood: Brooklyn Heights. My translator and his wife live here including dog Alvy (Alvy is as big as a croissant). The line F is packed and rattles, the people speak almost exclusively to something colorful and a bit too fast, my understanding is seven eighths of guessed mischief (recently read that in New York almost all world languages are spoken, including those in their original habitat are dried up and died lengthens). In such brimming trains and roads I will therefore always carelessly and slightly too loud words of German thrown into a confusing mnemonic. On the way picked up in the web: . "chickens are now only grown for the breast" / "Pretty Woman was during the occupation years, more .'s Favorite movie my father "/" Let us be silent tomorrow, let us be here and now "
In this sense: Carroll Gardens is a beautiful spot on earth, Alvy comes with, Brooklyn Heights is also lit and creates less literary historical value , my goodness, every second building is a citation plaque. In a used bookstore showcase Max Brod is On Franz Kafka find a couple of Edgar Wallace's books. We walk through the area, Alvy jumps (very croissant) around us, while we drink coffee and eat ice cream, the first of the year. The sun seems to celebrate the day Alvy Thomas Wolfe's brave barks to former apartment (he sings almost), then he pees WH Auden's house in the shin. On the promenade in front of the skyline and a foreign-language and very slow music video will be shot. The people walking in rows of three, cheer baby croissant Alvy brings the singer from the rhythm and concept. Overheard German mnemonics on the promenade ". We have worked in a once-a Munich hotel"
/ "Before, we were once more And more.." / "The weather does is basically what I want."
Speaking Forecast: tomorrow is President's Day, New York with Obama T-shirts, it was supposed to be a lot better. If it is not. The signs on the way back: LOST THE LEASE! and GOING OUT OF BUSINESS! and EVERYTHING MUST GO! and NOTHING HELD BACK! The recession have to also have something to be said. All speak of it, you see it in the city, of all early spring in New York nailed the windows to increase. Suddenly remembering the Thirty Years' of the last century, suddenly everyone is looking furtively into their pockets. Let there be less reserved, they say, there would less delivered, there would less stayed in hotels, but you reread Joe Mitchell. It is drunk before, because sooner drink drink cheaper means there is "Recession-Happy-Hours. The word is ubiquitous as an advertising slogan which serve for every sale, the economic situation, even for anti-smoking campaigns (Remember: lung cancer is recession-proof "). Finally, at the intersection of Bleecker and LaGuardia snapped wish, the last set for today:
"New York is a scrub and we are a marauding horde."
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