of an Unsorted Fellow
(Is the original from 1836 recognizable at all through my pseudo-translation?
The meter is way off, of course.
The temptation of the rhyme was too strong, and "fool" can be a synonym for "clown" in some contexts...)
The will divine, O Muse, do heed,
Fear no offence, demand no crown;
Care not for slander nor for praise,
And never argue with a clown.
Paying for a quesadilla. The cashier asks,
Funny thing, language...
Gasoline prices are now in the $2–$2.4 range.
I don't know what this is a sign of...
The tragedy of "correct procedures":
(What makes "correct" automatically good?)
"BILLBOARD AVAILABLE" on a big one near the New Jersey entrance to the Lincoln tunnel.
Not a good sign...
(Stays like that for days.)
I would like to contribute to making some classic Bulgarian jokes available to the English-speaking world;
the specimens here were known by the early 1980s.
This "little Johnny" joke, for example.
A geography lesson.
The teacher says,
Another joke on a "geographic" theme:
"Johnny, I need you to tell me which is the longest river in the world."
Now Johnny comes from a very troubled family.
His father is in jail, his mother is an alcoholic,
his big brother is a drug addict, his sister walks the streets for pennies.
Almost crushed by this weight on his shoulders, Johnny replies:
"I wish I had your problems, Ma'am."
It is the first day of a young new geography teacher at a high school not known for discipline.
In class, nobody pays any attention to her.
Tears in her eyes, she runs out to the principal's office.
He assures her all will be well, and comes back to the classroom with her.
They go in and he yells,
The class yells in return, and he high-fives a few in the front row.
Then he says,
"Who can tell me how to put a condom on a globe?"
A dead silence ensues.
Eventually a hesitant voice asks,
"What is a globe, sir?"
"Ah! This chick will give you the scoop!"
- hecadromolog, n.
- a sacrifice of a hundred routers at the same time
- [Gr. hecaton, hundred, dromologitis, router]
In the beginning, there were no thoughts yet.
Vassil Nikolov, November 2008