this afternoon

mid-afternoon, a thunderstorm is blowing in to compensate for this morning's 30 degree heat...class in an hour and I'm drinking tea and trying to polish up a lesson on future tenses (how many can you name?).
this pre-storm light is really lovely.

trying to decide whether to take advantage of the current easyjet sale and book all my flights for the rest of the summer/fall in advance. which would mean knowing exactly where i'm going to be on specific dates. which gives me a headache.

a conversation from earlier in the day has sparked dreams of running away to south america and learning to dance.

new photos

new photos up on flickr. i've been experimenting with cross-processing slide film but should have done my homework before using Fuji Sensia 100, which makes everything red. oh well.

some samples:
Liberty Bridge (Szabadság híd), Budapest


the roof outside my door


birthday cake


pedal car in the park


Ibolya and her feast


the Hungary/Slovakia border


Esztergom, Hungary

accents and stumblers

it was great to see James and Yasmin on the weekend, we went to some of my favourite bars and drank beer until they succumbed to jet lag (hey, they made it till about 3:30 - that's a trouper in my book). I wish I could say I then went to bed but no, I sat up till 5 am eating tortilla chips in bed and reading a book about wizards.

apparently J and Y have powerful magic as well because a few days later a friend told me that my Canadian accent had "come back". where had it gone? to be honest I feel a bit like Madonna these days, I hear myself speak and think "why the hell did I say it like that? what, do I think I'm English or something?"

on the tram the other day a large elderly businessman fell on top of me. I thought for one terrified moment that he was having a heart attack - then I smelled the booze.

the unbelievable truth

i just read today (in a review for Waitress) about Adrienne Shelley's completely senseless murder last year. I had no idea.
for various Hal Hartley related reasons I have a very soft spot for Adrienne Shelley (see: Trust and The Unbelievable Truth).
i am sitting here on the verge of tears over the death, 6 months ago, of someone i didn't personally know.