Stuff

Amer's party last night was lots of fun--we had dinner at Gani Gani, followed by drinks at our local, and then karaoke. Lars, Antoin, and I sang Bohemian Rhapsody. Today I found myself wondering what rhapsody means, because I think every time I've heard it used, it's been in the title of a song or piece of music. Turns out, rhapsody means "an effusively enthusiastic or ecstatic expression of feeling." So now I know and I can start thinking of ways to use it in conversation. I should add, before someone comments on my limited definition of rhapsody, that it also does mean a free instrumental composition in one extended movement, or it can also refer to an epic poem, or a part of one, of a suitable length for recitation at one time.

Back to stuff, the title of my blog entry. Today I watched the Story of Stuff. If you haven't seen it, you certainly should (head on over to www.storyofstuff.org). I have started getting rid of some of my stuff-- over the course of nearly two years I seemed to have acquired an awful lot of it. Some decisions have been easy (t-shirts I bought in markets here that now have holes from moths which secretly lived somewhere in our old flat are a prime example), but I know that as moving day approaches it will become more difficult as I am determined to travel as light as possible!

In other news, I have a little trip coming up to renew my visa for the very last time. I would happily sell my right arm (it's the bad one, anyway) not to go to Bulgaria again, especially after the trip to Svilengrad (see earlier entry entitled 'Svilengrad' and you'll see what I mean). So right now, I'm trying to plan a trip with Erin and we're leaning towards either Romania or Georgia. If anyone has any suggestions, please let me know!

Alright, I'm going to head back to my room to do more sorting and listen to some newly downloaded podcasts. As well as my favorites, "This American Life" and "Fresh Air" I have also started downloading "Grammar Girl," "One Minute Irish," and "One Minute Russian" (could be useful if we go to Georgia). I'll let you know what I think... Slainte agus tainte!