[latfh]
Will catch up with writing when I get back to Berlin. For now, I present you: Col. Muammar al-Gaddafi, Leader of the Libyan Revolution in 1969.
My weapon du jour:
HOT TEA WITH GINGER, HONEY AND LEMON
Ingredients:
I'm taking a two-week intensive language course in Persian (a.k.a. Farsi, Parsi, Irani) at the Technische Universität...
It has always been a little dream of mine to learn Farsi, maybe it's the writing, maybe it's the fact that there's a soft quality to spoken Farsi that really distinguishes it from Arabic. Plus, from what I understand, it's a total gateway into the Dari spoken in Afghanistan (!) So, cool, definitely.
It's also nerdily exciting to be able to read simple texts like this:
man allemani am//من آلمانی ام
>> (I am German)
(Sources: islamicart.ca; UTexas)
>> SEMI-HIGH BROW
I'll let you in on a little secret. I'm kind of itching for a tattoo...If I ever get one, it will totally be in Farsi, something along the lines of "I've seen half the world", with "half the world" written as the city Esfahan (which means "half the world") in Iran. Of course I will only do this after actually having visited the city in question. What thinkest thou? We're only young and stupid once, right?
>> LOW BROW
Germany's Next Top Model Monday night was so bad, it was good. The series kicks off with a casting. A slightly older but stunning Heidi Klum and two people I've never heard of (one of them is called "Q"...how Bond villain of him) pass judgment on a group of delusional teenagers.
There was so much screaming involved. And Black Eyed Peas played. And people falling in high heels:
(Can you guess which one is Q?)
I am NOT going to be watching this again this coming week. Or, SIGH, will I?