Monday, September 19, 2011

Výborně

It seems as if I have been going through a period of what some might refer to as acculturation (see third mini paragraph here), or colloquially coined, culture shock, an assimilation to a new lifestyle. Apparently there are four stages of this culture shock (see dippy article here). While there may be some validity to 1, 3, & 4, section 2 (dvě) is for the birds. Perhaps this is why I have been a little preoccupied. 'Honeymooning', either in relationship or with a country, has always caused a bit of distraction and absence from reality. Admittedly, it has not been all rainbows and kisses/butterflies; I miss my friends terribly, I miss showers, & I would do anything for a cult classic Reuben, but there are a scads of things that have been making the shift happen a bit more facilely: an awesome host family, devil sausage, storybook environs (thanks, Lady T), dirt-cheap pivo, & the arrival of another English teacher who seems hell bent on exploration. I'm continuing to grasp the ways of this culture & with a few more tweaks I should be able to consider myself an 'enthusiast' soon.

1. Lunch. It is supposed to be the biggest meal of the day! For a while I was wondering if these siestas were normal. Lunch is HUGE, astronomical, bigger than a Big Mac... Adjustment to my afternoon siesta and later bed time were definitely required. So many potatoes... so much meat...

2. Waking up early. Always a fan of early rising I thought I was the exception, along with the elderly who are up at 5 am, but no, Litomyšlans wake up early--unless they, like Alex, don't go to bed till early morning.

3. Cafeing. Drinking káva/coffee in the cafe should take your around 90 minutes. Expect to sit down and enjoy it. I have yet to see someone with a take away/to-go coffee cup. Also, & perhaps this is unique to my language barrier issues, but so far I have been unable to order a 'black' cup of coffee that doesn't come with espresso grinds at the bottom. Tips from the gallery?

4. Recycling. Everyone Recycles. Glass. Plastic. Paper. & even compost material. At the end of most streets are recycling hubs, which do not have places to throw non-recyclable (word?) garbage (this mistake I made and had to walk all the way to my school with a bag of trash). Grocery stores also have these spinning recycling centers where you can return empty beer bottle for 3CZK, which at the grocery store is 1/3 of the cost of a bottle of beer.

5. ABBA. Last week I took what is called a "hiking class", which I will now take every Wednesday with one of my students, Alice. In a recent letter to my friend I wrote this: I am not quite sure why it is called "hiking", but I have never listened to ABBA for that length of time (people here love Abba, akin to the way Lady Gaga has her following of "little monsters"). Now, this hiking class is 45 minutes of power walking on an elevated treadmill with jazzercize steps thrown in, see for example the Ok Go video 'Here It Goes Again'. I think after two more classes I should be able to make a music video for at least one ABBA song.

6. Bratislava. Just because they work in the Czech Embassy does not mean they are going to be as friendly as Litomyšlans, they still live in Bratislava. Twenty minutes is equivalent to a knowing forty-five. I would choose Kournas over Euros, Czech is split from Slovakia for a reason. On Visas? You're better off going to Vienna.

The Grad School roster is finally in. Can't you tell I am practicing for the GRE? Also, pitches are just about in to the Tribune, Red Eye, Reader, Herald, and a slew of unread travel journals.

For you picture readers:

Home on the bří pátů.

All for the fancy price of 25 CZK--Take that $2.50 PBR.

$1000 in Vic Gratitude if you can give me the scientific name for Skeleton-Skull-Shell-Bug.

I wasn't kidding about the mushrooms.

What happens to your knee when running and you get distracted by patches of aforementioned mushrooms.


Ghosting and haunting with bílá paní at the top of the watch tower in Litomyšl Castle.

Sunset from the tower of the Chateau.


From the stage of the 'oldest' theater in Europe (1796 is pretty old).


Creepy, creepy, doll exhibit in the castle--especially when you are on a private tour and it's dark & toys are supposed to come to life with spinning heads.


Xanadu Part II. My favorite tree and accordingly the view from my new bench in černa hora. Akin to Palmer Square Park, no?

Monday, August 29, 2011

Serious Writing.

I have been slacking for sometime now and while I have been good at keeping my personal journal, I have become a sham. I apologize for delaying my insight for this long.

After much walking and sweating early this morning, Tomas and I were able to secure and cross the first benchmark in my visa marathon around Eastern Europe. The next leg of the marathon will begin 12 September as I make an exciting trek to the embassy in Bratislava-details coming soon. Preceding this adventure, I should retrieve my visa and have it safely in my passport in time for me to return to the states for the holidays. Bureaucracy is, truly, for the birds.

This century is amazing with its seeming paranormal abilities to keep people in touch globally, whether they want to be or not. I have had many Google talks and Skype dates with my kindred and have been able to give walking tours of my homes more charming attributes (this mostly consist of the ever luxurious Bathroom & Kitchen) Who thought you would need two rooms? Nonsense!

Greatness.


















I have made it one week without a cellphone and this has been the greatest gift of all. Imagine a world where you don't have something ringing all the time—pure bliss. I promised Tomas I would procure one by the end of the week, but I am filled with dread. It’s not so much the postulation of having a cell phone, but rather the moment that I have to be able to ask someone for a SIM card. I am preparing a written translation today. I have also prepared a written translation for the post office where I will go tomorrow to get stamps. For those that I have promised letters, they are coming soon. Foolish? Most definitely.

Classes start on Thursday and I am a wee bit nervous about meeting the parents. However, I am excited to teach the children this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XCGKQvSz43s Well, maybe not, but the video should be quite amusing when you see it.

My school.



I have grown quite an affinity for XL Cappuccino, which I drink at Chocco Caffe daily. While it does not possess the attitude of some of my favorite neighborhood establishments back in the states, it makes a wicked XL Cappuccino, which would put any other coffee shops to shame. My tastes were validated today when I ran into some other English teachers who said this was the best place to get coffee in town. Alas! These teachers work at the Technical College in town and teach about horticulture. Finally, I have some resolve and explanation for why there are so many epically gorgeous gardens throughout!

Horticulturalist at work.



















While here my diet has consisted of what one might refer to as the "jail bird diet". Lots of bread (which I hope is whole grain, otherwise I think I have a 5 lbs. bag of bleached while flour sitting in my tummy) and Prameita voda, otherwise known as bubbly water.

All for now, more pictures this week, and of course a report on adventures to the phone store and post office.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

The mission continues...

On a mission to write something everyday, here is
A beautiful poem for a beautiful day. & to my friend.


After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth…
And you learn and learn…
With every good-bye you learn.
—Jorge Luis Borges

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Square, Statues, & Chickens oh my!

Still living in a life of pictures. Perhaps once my lessons plans are truly underway I will be able to write more than pictures, but until then.

This is the square & the towns economy is centered here.




Statues in the Castel gardens.



& the chickens!!







On Litomyšl

The most beautiful of beautiful towns. The castles sits at the focal point and can be seen from most every direction.



I think this will lead me to Prague... maybe? Good thing I don't have to be there until September.



Some discovered artwork in the alleys of the square....



Cobblestone streets, hills, & more castles.







Thursday, August 25, 2011

Arrival in Czech Republic

After 16 hours of travel, I have finally arrived in the Czech Republic and although there is still an hour and a half long car ride to go, I feel a great sense of accomplishment in having gotten this far.

First order of business was to get a beer and although I think sleep would probably be a good idea I do not see that happening quite yet. & so now we write, but what about. My feelings leaving Chicago were not as emotional as I expected them to be. I have not cried, but rather I laughed a lot. I have a group of friends that all drew 'portraits' (or rather representations) of how they view me. Some people wrote their names and some people left them anonymous, which has made it all the more interesting to guess the artist. Some of my favorites are attached below & I hope that you enjoy them.

That is all I have to share. Tiredness is about to overcome as a result of the past two weeks of preperation.

Till we meet again.

v






Thursday, April 7, 2011

Spring Submissions

Submissions for the spring goes as follows:

Rhino
Alice Blue Review
Conduit
Strange machine

& I will be submitting video poetry of "Benjamin"
here- http://www.thecontinentalreview.com/ -
You should go there and come back here once every five times.

Also, read this poem. I love Jack Gilbert, but I love this more.
http://therumpus.net/2011/04/national-poetry-month-day-7-jack-gilbert-by-p-scott-cunningham/

bye for now.