There is poster of Lionel Richie on the metro. I am surprised by his ageless good looks. We have a staring contest. I do well for a while, but then, as the metro is approaching my station, his
Professor Rodl, one of my PhD advisors, is in town for a week. So while most of the department is off at some cabin somewhere for a clinic on Ergodic Ramsey Theory, I stay in Prague. We both
I go downstairs to talk to God. It's a spontaneous visit, but He has tea on, and a plate of cakes set out. "It's a good day, Mark," He greets me, opening
Before taking my camera back to be fixed, or replaced, I think to take out the memory card. It's very likely I wouldn't get it back. As I'm taking it out. I
I think my maid is trying to poison me. Every second week after she visits, I find pieces of fennel mixed in with my Muesli.
It finally snows in Prague. It's been abnormally warm all winter, and there has been no snow. It started snowing yesterday, and by this morning there is about 15cm. I get out my new camera to
I'm talking on the phone with my mom, and she brings up the new James Bond movie, Casino Royale. "I liked the opening chase scene," I say, "but thought parts of the movie
After soccer, a friend asks if I want to go for a beer. I go. It turns out it wasn't a bar he wanted to go to, but a wedding reception. I guess my Czech still
