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[kittydesade]

1. Über welche Themen haben Christine und Peter gesprochen? Über was ist anders in Deutschland als in Amerika.
2. Wie fahren die Deutschen auf der Autobahn? Verruckt.
3. Mit welchem Verkehrsmittel fährt Peter gern? Er fährt gern die Züge.
4. Wie sind die Züge in Deutschland? Sie sind sauber und pünktlich.
5. Warum ist Christine in Amerika nicht gern mit dem Bus gefahren? Die Busse fahren nicht so oft, und alles ist auch so weit auseinander.
6. Peter findet, dass die Deutschen vielleicht zu sauber sind. Warum glaubt er das? Weil er eine Frau öffentliche Telefonzelle putzen gesehen hat.
7. Wie ist das Einkaufen anders in Amerika? Man kann am abends und am Wochenende gehen einkaufen.
8. Was hat Christine bei dem amerikanischen Arzt nicht gefallen? Christine glaube, dass diese Freundlichkeit ist sehr oberflächlich. ?
9. Findet Peter, dass die Amerikaner zu freundlich sind? Nein.


So, when I was in school, as millions of other students did I had a lot of 3-ring binder folders, some of which I decorated. The one I was particularly proud of, and might actually still have somewhere around here, was decorated in that sort of kidnapper chic letters cut out of magazines way. On one side it had the lyrics "The less I need the more I get / make me chaste but not just yet / it's a promise or a lie / I'll repent before I die" and on the other side it had "I dressed my maids as Amazons and rode bare-breasted halfway to Damascus". I don't remember what it had in the inside, I might have to dig it out if I still have it and see.

I just got a few folders for a 3-ring binder to hold my music, one for whistle tunes, one for guitar tunes, one for whatever else I decide to put in its own category. Maybe fun stuff like the Fairie's Aire and Death Waltz. But now I need music/rock/awesome theme quotes to go with it. Any ideas, people?

Oof. I keep clicking on news articles and it keeps making me depressed, because it's all about how the rich in this country are getting richer off of, well, everyone else. I don't even want to be rich. I'd like to be middle class. Except the middle class doesn't seem to exist anymore.

Happier things. I made a list of links to guitar tabs of classic rock type songs I want to learn, including the Iron Man riff, House of the Rising Sun, The Unforgiven, Voodoo Child, um. Stuff. Even if Voodoo Child requires copious wah wah pedal. Picked up some lozenges for the boy, still haven't managed to get down to Chevron for monofilament but probably will after lunch and unpacking the yarn that just landed. First, eating. Because my stomach is chewing on the neighboring organs.