The whole process of breathing
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Not on top form. Trying to make sense of things and what it is to breathe in and then, breathe out.
I must go back to the self for a while and all that malarkey.
Euro losers
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I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me.
For the Greek Football team that were eliminated from Euro 2008 after losing to Russia 1-0, this being their second match without scoring a goal. M’s mum called in to say someone has given the greek team the Evil Eye. I suppose they didn’t have their third eye covered. Or maybe they had covered the remaining two instead.
E.T phone home
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Tagged Under : E.T, irresponsibility, people
I don’t take my irresponsibility pledge lightly. This may sound like a contradiction in terms, but I like to get things right, or in this case, wrong.
So today, I didn’t make the phone calls I should have made and I spent an hour reading a website I just found and instantly fell in love with. Also, I woke up at 7 and at 8 I went back to bed and re-woke at 10.
Tomorrow I am going to buy a bottle of tequila to make margaritas at home. I intend to spend at least 2 days a week in a margarita-haze.
I feel that everyone around me is growing up fast and this is my ineffectual and unconvincing way to slow down. People fill their days with important activities and go through their checklists and tick things off. I do that too, sometimes, just not now. Not now.
Being grown up is hard. Here’s a non-exhaustive list of conversation topics I hear around me, at work, on the bus, in the park:
-What’s for dinner: All the different dinner possibilities that a piece of meat/vegetable presents are discussed to eternity.
-He said/She said/He said
-The weather. It’s not an English monopoly anymore.
-What to do on Saturday night. This club, that restaurant.
-Reality shows. Who’s expelled, who made a fool of themselves.
-Murders, thefts, scandals in the news.
In addition, people usually engage in parallel talk and not in interactive conversation. This means that they talk in turns without addressing what the other one is saying. They just pick up where they left off when it was the other person’s turn to talk.
All this is too stressful to me. Drivel takes up lots of memory cells. I cannot function. I feel like an extra terrestrial. I need to be surrounded by interesting people who make me laugh. I will make them laugh in return.
All greek mums think their sons can walk on water, but mine really does
My question is: How can I look like I have everything under control, while being totally irresponsible and reckless? This is my goal for the summer. I have asked Stephanie, but I need as many ideas as possible. Please discuss. It must be the annual regression to childhood, or maybe it is more permanent. Have you ever had it? Is there a vaccine against it?
And here’ s a dialogue I heard on the bus the other day, and I took everything down to tell you too. It is between two boys, around 13 or 14 years old. They are leaning baaaaaack in their seats with hair covering their eyes. You just want to give them a hug and 10 Euros to buy some orange juice and a sandwich.
Boy A : You know what’ll do the trick?
Boy B: Wha?
Boy A: Work for a few years and save 150.000 Euros. Then go live in a third world country where you’ll be treated as a millionaire.
Boy B: Cool. How much is coffee in Zimbambwe?
I’d like to thank you for you emails concerning the earthquake here. It happened far from Athens but it was strongly felt here too. This time I did not even leave the sofa.
My friend left. I was upset. Hence, I bought too many things.
Finally, this blog now serves another purpose too (let’s pretend it used to serve at least one other purpose before). My friend Blondie went to London for 3 months, and after that she is not really coming back to Athens, so I will try to keep her updated through Froth. Not too much however, because you don’t want to make it too easy.
Today is my sister’s birthday. I wish her happiness but she already knows how to do this. She is one of my greatest friends and has the biggest heart. She is both my little sister and my older sister. She is my little sister because she is always fun and playful (and actually younger) and she is my older sister because she looks after me (and usually has more money than me too). Ain’t I lucky?
Where I walk among the ruins
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Tagged Under : ancient, angst, Athens, Photos
The Doric temple of Hephaestus, Agora of Athens
You know what this is
Temple of Hephaestus
Stoa (arcade) of Attalos, Athenian Agora
Byzantine church of Holy Apostles in the Agora. More than 10 centuries old and still standing.
Thisseio area
The cafe in Monastiraki had great music and 100 different kinds of coffee. Also, the kindest waitress ever.
My son was mortified because I bought this parasol and kept parading it around. Everybody carried one on Sunday, the weather was so hot and the parasols were so cheap.
There is a little store in Monastiraki that sells beads. I bought a couple and made this in the car, on the way home.
I got some old postcards too. My son bought some old German banknotes and now we are rich.
The unavoidable flower
The main reason I decided to post my Sunday walk photos was that last night a fear of imminent death came upon me and the first thought in my head was: " If I die tonight my last post will have been the one about James McAvoy. I am going to be remembered as the girl who had a crush on an Scottish actor. " So I posted the pictures. I don’t know what is worse; Fear of death or internet angst.
Ah, Scottish men
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James McAvoy
I could post a poem but I decided to post James McAvoy’s face instead. Somebody clone this man please and keep the accent too.
