Sometimes when I dream,
I know that I am dreaming.
But still I’m passive.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Das Roter Stier
Guess where Red Bull's from.
You'd think America, right?
Nope. It's Austria.
You'd think America, right?
Nope. It's Austria.
Labels:
foreign sweets,
haiku,
Haiku Wednesday,
travel,
writing
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
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Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Found in Translation - Part 3
There's nothing super-wrong about this, grammar-wise (which is more than I can say for this sentence), but the enterprising individual or individuals who decided to market this gold mine phrase forgot that idioms don't always survive translation.

At first I assumed that "angle" was a misspelling of 'angel', but since I don't know what treating someone "like potato" means (not "a potato", mind you, just "potato"), I'm willing to admit that calling someone your angle means something that I don't know about. Perhaps it is the antithesis of potato.
At first I assumed that "angle" was a misspelling of 'angel', but since I don't know what treating someone "like potato" means (not "a potato", mind you, just "potato"), I'm willing to admit that calling someone your angle means something that I don't know about. Perhaps it is the antithesis of potato.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
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