I laugh, to myself, each and every time I pass a barber shop with the word "saloon" in its name. I wonder if it's a case of widespread Engrish, if it's a pronunciation variance, or if the word is etymologically a cognate that just happens to have a variant meaning in English.
It's easy to imagine that the place where you are isn't so different as where you left, when you sit in your apartment and hear the happy chiming of the ice cream truck outside. Sure, it's odd that the truck is still making it's rounds at 9pm, but maybe that's a cultural thing.
Until you see the ice cream truck one random morning, playing it's happy ice cream truck jingle, and you realize it's the propane delivery truck.
In many ways, I believe it might be more disjarring to live in a world that so closely resembles your own, and yet is so very different in so many simple, integral ways.
(It took me three minutes to think of the word "integral." Maybe alcohol does kill off brain cells, and this is my punishment. Perhaps, alternatively, I've been out of school for too long.)
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So, did you get the card? Does it work? I can send you a modem if you need it : ) Hey, from the list of channels you have it sounds like a modem would even be welcome. Wish I could come visit, damn cease-fire.
Ok so, I noted that you would have no idea who just posted - it's Chantelau.
How is that little notebook owrking out. Have you used your big one since you got the small one?
Haha... I have yet to find internet..it keeps giving me the runaround. Maybe soon. Maybe. Oy.
And the little guy's great..fits in my bag and goes with me to class and here to Dar Annadwa to make blog posts. Keyboard is set up a little strange..but that's just a matter of getting used to it. The big guy stays home, and gets used for more serious business, like playing games and watching downloaded television shows.
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