Showing posts with label homework. Show all posts
Showing posts with label homework. Show all posts

Thursday, October 2, 2008

I kissed a boy (and I liked it)

It is that kind of day again, when Jim the schoolteacher (not to be confused with one-legged Jim the fat pigeon) would concede defeat in the morning battle against fatigue and laziness and the moody blues and, between sips of hot black coffee, he would devise the following task for his students -- or is it our readers?

Let us play: Who said what?

Here are the Quotes:

1. The nation that makes a great distinction between its scholars and its warriors will have its thinking done by cowards and its fighting done by fools.

2. The nation that makes a great distinction between its scholars and its economists will have its thinking done by snobs and its economy run by morons.

3. I detest war. It spoils armies.

And here are the Voices in Time:

a. Grand Duke Constantine of Russia, c.1820
b. Thucydides, 5th century B.C.
c. Tentacles, 2008.

Can you match the Quotes and the Voices? The correct answers will be posted next week!

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So you think men and women are the same? We dare you to try and sell a producer the following idea for a song and promotion video:

a young, masculine, straight guy surrounded by gorgeous, masculine, straight men at some kind of fraternity party singing:

I kissed a boy and I liked it
I hope my girlfriend won't mind it!

Actually, it might sell! After the Metrosexual and the vastly underestimated Asexual, please welcome the Antisexual!

Raising awareness of the extinction of the Real Man, Ladies! Another brilliant idea, RTGML20081002.

P.S. Does "I kissed a guy" sound better than "I kissed a boy"? Please let us know! You opinion counts!

Monday, February 11, 2008

The Xenophobe's Guide to Bed'n'Vodka

We've got a friend who's a high-school English teacher. Let's call him Jim. Motivated and passionate as Jim may be, he's also human. He too has his Manic Mondays, when he's tired and moody. But he still has to teach! He can't just slack at his desk and switch to Second Life, no, the show must go on for Jim. What does he do then? Well, he lets his students do the work. He gives them something to read, for example, and then they have to discuss it in class.

The above should give you a clue as to what today's post will be like. To be precise, we are not moody, but we have been too busy to finish our planned post. Although no contract is bounding us, we have to post something, because it's been a while and we've missed you, Dear Readers! So we've decided to give you some homework: a mix of Reading Comprehension, Geography, and Public Relations. But don't you worry! Since you are readers with free will, not students, we've tried to make it intriguing! So here it is.

If you think your country has an image problem and you are East European, you probably have a case. The following are excerpts from travel guides to East European destinations. Some of them are fictitious and were maliciously made up for fun (not by us!), but others came from real tourist guides.

So can you tell fact from fiction? Give it a try! If you classify at least half of the excerpts correctly, or if you can name at least one of our sources, we will click on all the commercials on your website – if any! We'll post the correct answers and our sources later in the week. Some of the material is copyrighted -- please don't rat on us!

The excerpts are numbered for convenience. All locations and names have been replaced with initials.

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Where To Stay

1. Claimed to be the first hotel ever to open in D, JP is a beautifully restored chateau right in the heart of the Old Town district. Rooms here are not exactly cheap, but a full breakfast [cereal, toast, eggs, sausage and vodka] is included in the price. The hotel also features one of the oldest working elevators in Europe.

2. The Hotel V in K is another Soviet-style cement behemoth – but it occupies the finest real estate in the city, and has splendid views of the river. Staff members may display shocking indifference until they spot your foreign passport. Book either a “deluxe” or a “semi-deluxe” room in the fourth or tenth floor, which have been renovated to international standards.

3. The VR Hotel is located right on the picturesque main square – a delight for guests but a shame for the square itself which is marred by the hotel's concrete-bunker design. Rooms at the back are described as “Mountain View”, which is only partially misleading, in that they do overlook a mountain of crushed car bodies piled up at a nearby auto wrecker's.


Where To Eat

4. B is a casual eatery, just a few doors up from the Town Hall, popular with locals and visitors alike. Freshness is a feature here, with all meals defrosted on the spot. In summer this relaxed bistro spills over onto the cobbled square outside, where patrons will often break into song or hand-to-hand combat, depending on how much they've drunk.

5. Just off UV in the heart of Old G you'll find the stylish B dining hall. With more than 50 main course meals to choose from, this is not the place to go if you have trouble making up you mind. Fortunately, 48 of the dishes involve pickled herring, so it makes the decision a little easier.

Getting Around

6. Renting a car, though expensive ($100 a day), will maximize your flexibility once there. The roads north of M can be challenging: keep an eye out for aggressive truckers, axle-breaking potholes and – even on the highways – the occasional horse-drawn cart.

7. You can call to book a taxi, take potluck with those at the taxi rants or flag down any passing taxi with a green light. Always check the table of fares, since some have ridiculously high rates (they usually sit outside the hotels or embassies waiting for foreigners). Another trick, which you can't really avoid, is pumping up the bill (literally they have a pump near the pedals which makes the metre go faster). [...] Avoid getting into any arguments with the taxi driver even if you know he is cheating you, or at least be sure to get yourself and your belongings out of the car first before things get nasty.

8. Taxi drivers should be tipped at least 10% unless you are prepared to exit a moving vehicle. It is also not unusual for air passengers to tip their pilot following an incident-free landing.

Caution

9. Organized crime in B is not much different from anywhere else in the world and does not generally affect law-abiding citizens. There have, however, in recent years and months been some high profile assassinations of “gangster bosses” and top businessmen, which have taken place in broad daylight in crowded cafes or on main streets in S or in tourist resorts. Although to date no innocent bystanders have been caught up in these shoot-outs, it may just be a question of time. The generally accepted advice is that if you are in a restaurant or cafe and somebody enters surrounded by four bodyguards, it's not a safe place to be!! Generally it is best to avoid establishments frequented by “thick necks” and obviously you don't want to get into any dispute with them over petty things like right of way when driving or waiting their turn in a queue, etc. Be consoled that their days may be numbered!

Friday, November 9, 2007

Great Blunders And Golden Bananas

We are still alive indeed, and we sincerely hope the same for you, dear readers.



More than three weeks on line and we realize that we have given only one Golden Banana through this blog, and that was in this post. We had great fun writing that! Since then, we have watched Sarko's awkward attempts to pat Bush on the back in front of the cameras – like Bush had done to him a couple of times (making him look like a shy and rather touchy self-conscious débutante, the height difference working against him) – and his love declarations to the US made on behalf of the French people. And he still has to push his reforms at home. We are really worried about his welfare. We shall spare him the Golden Banana. We will even give him a tip for free: Talk to Merkel instead! The American Century was Last Century!


We almost had another perfect Golden Banana candidate. We were watching the DVD of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, The road to God knows where (by Uli M. Schueppel). Touring America in black and white, with a really useless manager. That was before the Kylie Minogue duet. So Nick Cave is in LA and he's waiting to be interviewed for LA Weekly. What a disaster! This indie-llectual airhead enters, the lights are on but you're not home. Tries to make small talk. She even declares she has “a list of exciting questions” for him. We feel embarrassed in her place, but we don't blame her, she doesn't know better. And then the interview begins. Here is an excerpt:


Journalist (staring at her notes): Seems like there's interest in... I guess inspirational qualities... this kinda like... southern white trash kinda guy that goes... that kind of image of that kinda guy that so many songs are written about... seems like you have that kinda... sometimes that vein kinda comes up in different songs... some particular... just one of the things that you find interesting or...

NC: Well, yeah, I guess I do find that interesting.


Here she is, having the chance to interview the greatest poet anyone she ever knew will ever shake hands with, and this is what she comes up with. Again, this is a tragedy, not just a blunder. Sad. No Golden Banana.


Do you homework, do your homework, do your homework. That's what we say.


The next interview on the DVD looks more professional and we get to hear Nick's voice for a change:


NC: ... I'm not really comfortable with that sort of labeling, actually. I think these songs are written with a fair amount of disgust for things, yeah.

Journalist: Why's that?

NC: Because I'm a pretty disgusted person, really.


In short, we will sit on our Golden Bananas for now, no pun intended. And remember: If you too are a disgusted person, don't suppress it or feel guilty about it. It's healthy, harmless and can produce great art.


Happy Weekend!


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The contest is still going on, see previous post and comment therein. Tip: Start by trying to guess right Nick Cave's contribution.