Yeah I guess the last post really has to do with an “inner Monologue”. Kids don’t have an inner monologue (it’s not about lying like I originally stated).
the inner monologue is what tells us what is socially acceptable. Some adults are also missing their inner monologues…noone I know…

Today Matt and I went to a music fair at the messe. It’s basically an industry show of music companies. It was massive. Guitars got their own hall. light and sound get their own hall, windwoods get their own hall. Actually there were about 299999 halls with every instrument you can image (cept triangles – which we were looking for but never found).

I think my favorite was watching the percussionists from Cuba. Main drummer dude played for Tito Puente and many others. He was amazing. Always great to see a quality musician. He has three pedals on his left foot and one of them was for Cowbell….I only wish he had 3 cowbells…how cool would that have been?

Story from Sandy the Kindergarten teacher describing an overhead conversation between 4 year old girls:
Girl 1: Hast du ein penis? (do you have a penis)
girl 2: Nein (no)
girl 1: Sheisse! (shit!)

later conversation between Sandy and girl 1
Girl 1: Hast du ein penis?
Sandy (thinking hard so as to avoid awkwardness): I don’t find that young girls need penises…

Good thinking Sandy. He said it was all the rage in school for about 2 weeks to talk about penises. Then he talked about how small children don’t understand the concept of a lie even though it’s sometimes called for or necessary in normal society.

Then Sandy launches into the question he stole form some TV show. Who would win in a fight between a caveman and an astronaut….
I’ve decided that the answer is different if you asked “who would win in a fight between an astronaut and a caveman” because in the former the assumptions of people listening is that the caveman would win. Assumptions seemed to indicate that the fight takes place in a cave….however really isn’t it just as likely that the fight takes place in space??? Whichever combatant you name first seems to get an unfair advantage in the response of people that aren’t paying attention.

Me: hey Phong which country is queen noor the queen of?
Phong: I don’t know, my ass
Matt: is that in Kansas?

Yeah…at least I know where Sydney is….jerk!

My mom said the grandparents are mad that I haven’t called. I haven’t really called anybody in the States since I’ve been here. Not even over the holidays. Oops. Been meaning to…

Tonight dinner with dad, kat, and Phong. I had Indian food for only the 4th time in my life. I love Indian food now. My first experience with it was in Salem and I think I got sick, but I was forced to eat it again for a work dinner and it was SOOOO good. I love it now.

Since Matt has a girlfriend now we’re officially out of his life (jerk). At least he updated his blog so I can finish the rest of the London trip. Between the two of us we might have a whole story.

Did I mention how huge the escalators were down to the tube (London), and how crowded they were…there was a girl with ski boots, a cindy lauper dress and ski goggles on the tube one night. I like how the whole train was trying not to laugh at her, and when she got off they all did. She’s my hero.

Don Johnson is playing in Guys n Dolls in London….I kept wanting to take a picture of the poster, but I only ever saw them on the gigantic escalators so by the time I saw the poster it was always too late to take a picture.

Don’t you hate it when a band you love releases an absolute crap album….thank you cracker…you suck now!

It’s really cold outside (snow tonight) and raining at the moment. The tai-chi people are down in the square doing their thing…that’s commitment.

We have nicknames for most of the people we meet and it’s going to get me in trouble someday because some of the nicknames are insults, but if I don’t get the joke (stupid american-they don’t get my jokes either) I’m just going to call them by the nickname without thinking. I usually don’t even know the peoples real names….Coultard…
bulgy (generic name for Bulgarians) 4 and 5 seemed offended to be called Bulgy 4 and 5. Or were they Bulgy 5 and 6….I can’t remember….being bulgy 5 might be better than being called “the before picture in a before and after shot” (kat).

Stealing is bad!!!

Kat promised me art!!!!
the things I gave up when I moved here…the things I gained….

St Paddies day…I’ve never been to a st paddy’s day party. However since there are actual irish people here (I don’t think I’ve ever met an Irish person in the States) they actually celebrate the holiday (in a possibly more genuine fashion….ok wait…it’s just an excuse to drink and yell). I’ve already watched Rugby today (Irland vs. Italia) in the Irish, with a bunch of yelling Irish folk. I love the Irish.
Rugby is one of those weird things that reminds me of Coquille/Coos Bay Oregon. I remember watching Kung Fu theatre and Rugby on Sunday mornings on TV as a kid.
you can see why Europeans who were raised on Rugby find American Rugby incredibly boring. These are real men, and they don’t have to rest for 30 seconds after every play.

Tonight dinner with fams at 18:00 then the pub where I’m sure it’s going to be incredibly overcrowded.

a large british man threatened to Tazer me. happy birthday Ben. Sorry I missed your 12th celebration this year…I shall be watching my back.