January 2008
23 posts
“Obviously not all of them will end up at... →
Scientists will soon be able to prove that Vampire... →
You've Got to Hand it to Them
One of the oddities I came across in Budapest was the popularity (judging from signs and advertisements) of Thai massage. Even in the stodgy Gellert baths, it was being advertised. What was also clear was that real Thai ladies to inflict the massage on you was a main selling point of the massages. It was so crucial that most of the places touting their Thai massages would include phrases like...
“The pints still pour amid gossip over the bars’ future, giving regulars a chance...”
– The Villager
New Europe! Like England, but civilized. →
“It’s more nebulous: important and unimportant at once, not aggressive, light,...”
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Hips Don't Lie
Sometimes, an ass comes out of nowhere to bite you in the ass.
Down Under Time
I watched Monday night’s Australian Open quarterfinal matches from the airport in Budapest yesterady and watched another taking place Tuesday afternoon (in Melbourne) when I got to my apartment in New York that night. Very confusing.
In Theory, Marge, in Theory
I think I like langos, Hungary’s very own tasty treat of fried dough with all manner of toppings (as long as they involve sour cream in some capacity) more conceptually than digestively.
Memo to Ferihegy Airport
Gotta improve the bar situation in Terminal 2B. Seriously, Aeroflot and Finnair both fly out of there—and those people will drink de-icing fluid—so the customer base aleady exists.
Fusion Confusion
Q: If you’re eating at an Asian-Hungarian fusion restaurant, are you better off eating the Hungarian choices or the Asian ones? A: Turns out they were both pretty bad.
Think Globally, Act Locally
If you see pirated Hungarian porno DVDs at a flea market, is it considered being a loca-pornavore if you buy it? I mean, they probably shot the thing nearby.
Playing the Numbers
I was insistent on buying a bathing suit before I hit the baths here. All well in good, though not necessary, if you’re fine with a loincloth. However, I wish that I had noticed that the bathing suit I purchased had “69” printed in a big font on the thigh before I put it on at the baths here.
Hobson's Choice
I knew it! All of the bottled water in the minibar is carbonated.
Yellow River
What’s with all the urinal troughs here? At the Cafe Merlin the trough even had indivual faucets as flushers, but that just makes it feel like you’re peeing in the sink.
Oh, Man
Whenever I am in Muscat, you can bet even money that I intend to stay in a Al Waha Superior Pool View Room, and nothing less than that will do.
Tongue Twisters
What’s most impressive about the Hungarian and Czech languages is that both of them were pretty much dormant until the mid-1800s, when they were magically resurrected as part of a national revivial within the Austro-Hungarian empire; that is, the countries that comprised the empire each went about reassambling their own identidies, kind of like the first semester of Freshman year for nation...
Tiny Bubbles
No matter how much thought and effort I put into the decision making process, no matter how much I want a carbonation-free beverage, I will always, always end up with the bottle of bubbly water.