I'm happy in Dublin. It's weird.
The accents. So cute.
Hilarious, dry Irish boys who say to me, "It took me 6 hours at the pub with you, but I've finally realized that you are the most sarcastic person I've ever met in my life."
Hot foreign boys.
Riding bicycles with handsome Dutch boys with prominent cheekbones.
Cab drivers always talk to me, whether I want them to or not. Generally they are interesting or funny or both, and always ask me where I am from and tell me stories about that time they went to California.
That cab drivers here can afford to go to California.
Boys here dance!
I don't need a car. I walk.
The term "taking the piss."
Nightlife on weekdays.
Day trips all over Ireland.
Weekend trips all over Europe.
Food being described as "lovely, gorgeous, grand and brilliant." None of these words are ones I would think of to describe food. They've revolutionized language over here.
Speaking of language, the Irish vernacular includes many words and expressions that we phased out over a hundred years ago in America. When they have a buzz, they call it "merry." I love it.
The international feel--because of the low tax rates companies are basing their main operations in Dublin and bringing employees from all over Europe. Doing wonders for my project.
My job here is great.
People are funny, fun and like to socialize. Nuts.
There's history here. We don't have that in the States.
It's beautiful.
The streets where all the doors are painted primary colors.
In general, my peers are not obsessed with wearing clothes only because they are expensive. For once, I'm the most shallow one. I think this will be a good influence on me.
Today I found a store called "Asian Market." It has amazing products covering a range of cuisines: Japanese, Chinese, Thai, Indian. Most importantly though, Korean.
In response to a complaint from a Dubliner that I only write about things that I am dissatisfied with, here's a list of things I like in Dublin:
Chat log of the day:
Lina: I have kimchi now
Lina: I'm so fucking happy
Pamela: that's all you need
Pamela: and I do not need cigarettes or boyfriends
Pamela: I'm happy with my creativity
Lina: I do not need cigarettes or boyfriends
Lina: I'm happy with my kimchi
I think maybe I could stay here for a while.
They could cut glass, Brandy, cut glass.
Lina | November 20, 2006 10:08 AMOh my god. Yes, I love kimchi. Pickled cabbage. Which takes a bit to get used to because sour and spicy just doesn't usually fly in the same meal, but yes. Try bi-bim-bap, which I had down in Oakland. It's awesome, I got the barbeque pork kind. That was also my first time trying bubble tea, so yes. Good times.
Becca's doing a gift exchange thing with two Korean girls. One is giving her this special-brew of tea that's supposed to warm you up in winter and the other has hinted at something adorable, like a backpack shaped like a teddy bear or something. They also relate some pretty funny Engrish to Becca ('THE ROLLING STONERS' t-shirts. 'Hussra' for hussler. Another t-shirt example; 'NEWYORK GANGTER'. No 'S' in gangster. Fun.) I'm jealous in a way; Korea seems a lot more exotic than Scotland, which is where I'm doing a Secret-Santa thing.
That sounds like a lovely place to live. I wonder if any of them ever consider moving out of the country (they shouldn't). I also wonder what those cab drivers thought of California. But yeah, have fun in Dublin. And of course I am your best shut-it-down-er. There are only like seven of us.
http://justinelarbalestier.com/blog/?p=418 This was a good interview, also. I don't like the authors, even though Justine does fantasy and that's what I love, but I liked how they talked about lying and storytelling. Particularly the Making-A-Story-Better lie. It's not just me who uses them, right? I'll cry if every little detail you write here is real, Lina. Were his cheekbones really that magnificent? D:
Brandy | November 15, 2006 5:53 PMits all good.
k | November 12, 2006 4:29 PMi've been unreasonably craving kimchi lately, so i went and got some stewed tofu and a pot of kimchi from the glorious m2m and feasted away. then i got some kimchi kim-bohp and passed out from kimchi bliss. or maybe it was the sake.
kim chi | November 12, 2006 2:08 PM