Friday, July 11, 2003
 

not only does my brother describe his and his fiancee's kitchen as "a haberdashery" of items owned by the two of them; he's got a registry at target! man, i love him.

once their home is fully stocked with target gear, i'm totally spending all my weekends in piedmont.

posted fri. 2:23 pm


Wednesday, July 09, 2003
 

KATE'S HOLIDAY LOG: in which i may appear to be drawing thoughtful conclusions upon the natures of culture, travel and experience, but am in reality merely an american saying, "hey, look! europeans!" only in a slightly more subtle way.

vol. 2: so, yeah, this is pretty cool.

here are some things i have enjoyed about my holiday so far. i'll try to keep it as brief as possible.

posted wed. 2:52 pm


 

i don't know if it's because karen at rise -- a uk blogger -- has noticed and linked me, or if it's because i'm in the uk. maybe, for once, i won't give myself credit for 95% of this site's traffic, and venture the suggestion that i actually have more than five readers, meaning it's karen's work after all. in any case, 1/3 of my hits are from this part of the world now, so to all of you who are new i would like to say:

hello.

thanks for visiting!

and yes, i mispronounce "leicester square" on purpose.

posted wed. 9:43 am


Tuesday, July 08, 2003
 

addendum to holiday log vol. 1:

spanish: where are you from?
me: california.
spanish: do girls in california like sex?
me: (coughing, sputtering) pardon me?
spanish: i have heard that girls in california like sex. is this true?
me: [silence.]

posted wed. 1:58 am


 

as i started down the eight staircases between my room and breakfast, i thought, quite clearly and with as much conviction that i was right as dread that i would be injured and embarrassed, "i am going to fall down the stairs." so, it's one of those kinds of days.

posted tue. 9:47 am


Monday, July 07, 2003
 

downside to putting fist down for balance without checking for renegade razors:

bloody cuts on knuckle.

upside to putting fist down for balance without checking for renegade razors:

telling everyone i punched someone who had a glass eye.

posted mon. 5:55 pm


 

KATE'S HOLIDAY LOG: in which i may appear to be drawing thoughtful conclusions upon the natures of culture, travel and experience, but am in reality merely an american saying, "hey, look! europeans!" only in a slightly more subtle way.

vol. 1: girl talk

i don't have it as bad (good?) as some girls, being not of the fabulously gorgeous persuasion, but i know what it's like to be hit on, at least in the united states. now that i'm experiencing it in other countries, i'm trying to put together a mental index of pick-up line equivalencies across different nationalities, basing it upon how i've been approached in various places by total strangers. again, this is far from conclusive (or serious), especially since i don't think i'm really a top pick as far as girls go. anyway, here's what i have so far:

italian: "you are very, very, very, very pretty." also: "you would like to come sleep in my bed, no?"

irish: "i'll never see you again. [insert expectant, puppy-ish facial expression.]" also: "you won't like london. stay here."

american: "what's up. [upward nod; cocky grin.]"

posted mon. 1:50 pm


Sunday, July 06, 2003
 

tour guide, old jameson distillery: this mill stone was actually used in the malting process when this distillery was in use. they say that touching it will bring you good luck.

niall: good, that should cancel out all my bad luck from not forwarding chain emails.

posted sun. 11:01 pm


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