I’ve been neglectful of posting about the non-Liverpool / Beatles portions of my England trip! As I did when I went to Spain, I think it’s easier to divide things up thematically, so today is General London Stuff For Which I Cannot Think Of A Larger Thematic Thread.
get back to where you once belonged
My love affair with the Beatles began when I was thirteen years-old and The Beatles Anthology aired on TV. I don’t want to put too fine a point on it but it CHANGED MY LIFE, and since that point I’ve wanted to go to England. London, yes, but more importantly Liverpool. As cheesy and touristy as it probably is, we decided to roll up for the Magical Mystery Tour to see the sights and sounds of the Liverpool suburbs where the Fab Four grew up.
I will be on a plane 24 hours from now
In less than twenty-four hours I will be on a plane headed for London! I’m in the thick of the vomiting-rainbows-from-excitement phase and am exceedingly tired, so naturally it’s 11:30pm and I still have to finish packing.
I leave you with the hilarious Liverpool third kit that my sister pre-ordered a month ago that arrived today after she fought with DHL for two days. This is suppose to be an Andy Carroll jersey, in case you’re wondering. Spectacular. Sweet Carra 9, indeed.
I’ve been told my accent is sehr gut
I had my last German class tonight, sadly. The course actually ends next week but I’ll be on vacation and will have to miss it. (There are worse problems to have.) We did body parts today and before going through the vocabulary our instructor asked us if anyone knew any of it already; I had to contain myself from saying that I knew face is Gesicht because then I would have explained that I only know it because of my favourite word, Backpfeifengesicht.
In other news, I am rewatching Uruguay vs Germany from the World Cup last year because I haven’t yet decided which TV show to marathon next. This game is excellent because a) Germany wins, b) Uruguay has a great national anthem, c) Luis Suarez, d) Schweinsteiger ist der Spielführer. It was between this and the Portugal vs Germany game from World Cup 2006 Euro 2008 and in retrospect the latter game would have given me both a spectacular Schweinsteiger game but also a young Raul Meireles.
SPEAKING OF WHICH, Meireles picked up a knock in the Fulham game yesterday and given Liverpool’s horrible run of luck with hamstring-related injuries this year, if his substitution turns out to be anything more than just precautionary I am going to be exceedingly devastated about him missing the Tottenham match on Sunday. My heart palpitations, let me show them to you.
Rhine Valley Girl
I realised on Tuesday that I’m a German up-talker. When I’m reading aloud everything ends up an increasingly high note, like I’m constantly asking questions. I’m sure I’m just subconsciously seeking reassurance that I’m pronouncing everything correctly, but I can’t imagine how annoying it must be for my classmates. Then again, they all have their own annoying habits too, like how after six classes there are still people not getting the very basic “pronounce every letter” rule, so perhaps we’re all doing a very good job of sitting around annoying each other in not one but two languages.
Also, I frequently get random German words stuck in my head. This week it’s Kinderspielplatz.
Frohe Ostern
Tis Easter, and I am reminded that chocolate gives me a headache if I eat too much and so now I am regretting all those mini eggs I ate. I feel spectacular! I was at my parents’ house yesterday and today and spent way too much time watching bad bridal-related reality television and repetitive specials on Prince William’s and Kate Middleton’s upcoming wedding, which I am now way too excited about. Moments like that are why I get weirdly excited about still being part of the Commonwealth.
In other news, now that I’ve secured tickets to Liverpool vs Tottenham in three weeks, watching Liverpool vs Birmingham yesterday kind of made me sick with excitement, especially given the final score line. Even Audrey seems more excited than I thought she’d be, given that the amount she cares about soccer could be summed up in the fact that she managed to fall asleep at the pub one Sunday morning several months ago during a match.
Finally, I have tomorrow off so I will probably spend it doing riveting things like laundry and voting. I don’t think I’ve ever voted on the actual election day; advanced polls are where it’s at.
Zieh bitte deinen Schlafanzug an.
German class number drei was tonight and tonight we got to learn about… fashun!! More accurately, clothing. What I love about German is a) how the words describe the things they represent, and b) how logical those words are. For instance, Stiefel means “boots”; if you want rubber boots, it becomes Gummistiefel. Gummistiefel!! Right? Shoes are Schuhe; gloves are Handschuhe, i.e. shoes for your hands. Amazing!
We also learned that if you want to say something is your favourite (insert thing), you just tack lieblings onto the front. Mein Lieblingsfußballer ist Bastian Schweinsteiger! (That’s probably written incorrectly in some way, but I do not care.)
in my honour, die Mannschaft lost in a friendly against Australia today
Because my attempts to learn German from a book went about as well as you can expect, I signed up to take an intro German class through the Toronto District School Board. (Unsurprisingly, the TDSB is a fraction of the price of the Goethe Institute.) This was also an excuse to buy myself a fun notebook while I was killing time at a book store before class.
Tonight was the first class and we mostly stuck to the basics (letters of the alphabet, numbers, some basic phrases, etc.). I’m glad that I bought a German book a couple of months and had read a decent amount of it because I think it made a lot of things easier. I think my French (such as it is) helps in terms of the grammatical stuff since I’m not weirded out by pointlessly gendered articles or the way numbers above ten are put together, etc.
There are, of course, some ringers in the class. I think there are fourteen of us and at least four seem to have more than a cursory knowledge of the language; it’s possible they don’t have the skills for a more intermediate class but they’ve definitely got impressive vocabularies (i.e. they can say more than four words). If I wasn’t feeling so generous, I might have had to break out Backpfeifengesicht as my ace-up-the-sleeve word of the day.
Gute Nacht!
I know what I like (in your wardrobe)
Given the monumental effort I muster to do basic tasks like washing the dishes, it’s probably unsurprising that I haven’t cleaned out my closet in about three years. Whoops. I tasked myself this weekend to take everything out of the closet and force myself to sort everything into three piles: throw out, donate, keep.
These are not those piles. And, yes, this entire post is about cleaning my closet. The banality encompassed here clearly captures the zeitgest of sharing boring and irrelevant info about yourself better than The Social Network.

fascinating and authoritative
The emergence of microblogging has made me all too aware of the fact that 90% of the things that would have gone into my blog two years ago now just ends up on Twitter or Tumblr instead, making the barren stretches of non-posting on this blog that much more obvious. Some inconsequential and mostly unrelated things:
- I’m nearly done the top for the quilt I’m making my sister. I work on it with great enthusiasm only to drop it again for several weeks. I’m still trying to figure out how I want to piece the back, but mostly my only inclination at this point is to use a lot of the half-yards that I have kicking around that I’ll never use because I’ve grown bored of the fabrics.
- My weeknights are now turning into evenings filled with soccer and Star Trek, the latter of which you’ve undoubtedly noticed if you’re friends with me on Twitter. I’m nearly done Season 6 of The Next Generation and basically there is something that kills me in just about every episode.
- Champions League and Europa League have started back up again and so I find myself on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays coming home and downloading the games even if none of my teams are playing. (Actually, I didn’t even bother with the Sparta Prague v Liverpool game last week because it was a 0-0 draw and I heard it was terrible.) Fernando Torres, whom I just can’t seem to quit, is facing off with Chelsea against Copenhagen tomorrow; half of me wants Chelsea to lose because of schadenfreude and the other half of me wants desperately for Torres to score a goal, finally. (Of course, they could do both!) I’m actually taking the afternoon off on Wednesday so that I can watch the Inter Milan v Bayern Munich match at the pub with my sister and my mom, who also both happen to be off.
- Audrey baked vegan gingersnaps last night, the vegan part only being relevant because I had no eggs and we needed an eggless recipe. They were pretty good. I may or may not have had six for breakfast this morning.
- A coworker approached me last week and said “You seem like the kind of person who would like post-apocalyptic Young Adult fiction…” and handed me the first book in The Hunger Games trilogy. Despite the fact that it’s written in present tense and in the first person — two things guaranteed to make me close a book after three paragraphs — I’m actually enjoying the series, even if there are lots of highly predictable elements. (This is what you get for being an adult reading YA fiction.) I finished the second book earlier this evening and will probably start on the third tonight. I can’t remember the last time I read any fiction.
- I’m working on sorting out my RSS feeds (finally). My rather haphazard history of using different blogging platforms for different purposes has led to this blog eventually becoming very muddled and since now I have all my regular blogging infused with my movie reviews, I want to eventually be able to offer a movies-only RSS option for the people who could not care less about sewing or soccer.
- Speaking of movies, I haven’t been in a month. That’s a new record for me. I’m just… disinterested, and not because everything that comes out in February is terrible.
In retrospect, I suppose one could always make shorter, more frequent posts rather than longer, infrequent ones. Sometimes I suffer from lack of motivation, in case that was not abundantly clear.




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