Prevajam prepoved iz ANG v SLO, in sicer se naštevajo stvari, ki jih uporabniki ne smejo početi z neko spletno stranjo in aplikacijami na njej. Težave imam s 3 izrazi:
INVERSE TRANSPOSITION, REVERSING, REASSEMBLY … are prohibited.
Nič mi ne pomaga, da slutim za kaj gre - kako rečemo po slovensko?
HVALA.
Najprej Disclaimer: spodnja podelitev nagrad je mišljena kot uspešna kopija podelitve, ki jo je pred kratkim izvedel dr. Onyx. Seveda se spodobi, da je tudi on med nagrajenci - o tem na koncu.
When eating in an Indian restaurant I usually think of the bold statement Zadie Smith made in her “White Teeth”: She says Indian restaurants outside India offer food not to be found or eaten inside India…
Now if I am particularly unhappy about the “germanised” taste of deep frozen vegetables and stock cube to be found beneath the übercreamy curry-like surface of a meal in such a restaurant, I tend to think: Ha! Gotcha!
And I don’t return, except if my craving for “Indian” food forces me to and we have no time to cook.
There is an Indian restaurant in Tübingen, though, where I stop to care about the real thing the moment they serve their delicious meals. It seems to me they cannot do anything wrong: the vegetables are tasty and not overcooked, there is just about the right amount of cream involved and the food is spicy in a way that leaves my palate alive and kicking.
Thus we have spent many a nice anniversary there and we don’t mind driving 100 kilometres to get there, at least once a year. What we should do, though, is go to India one day and check it out on the spot(s)… Maybe when visiting my Plan goddaughter in Rajahstan?
Tomaž, that’s a nice tan you are sporting.
DarkoV, don’t you go huffing and puffing on me!
A green-eyed person was here…
A person with a belly button piercing was here, too.
Dietmar, how dare you!
Kaneli, your hair looks good this way.
I’ve been working so much recently I can’t believe it myself.
And I have much more to do in the weeks to follow.
BUT: Tonight is caipirinha night.
I am going to turn into a cocktail-shaking-or-stirring (I’m not telling which) person in a few minutes and I have the official permission of my husband to invent my own version of the really very drinkable Brasilian cocktail…
UPDATE: Mmmmm…that’s hot.
But I’ve probably overdone the Cachaça part…
Something to worry about?
Stopped smoking and eating meat years ago.
No problem.
Don’t like to try any other…erm…substances which are supposed to make me happier.
No problem.
Do like something alcoholic occasionally, in a half-full glass, but can do without.
No problem.
Spent many nights playing the new “Battle for Middle-Earth” on my PC recently, bloodlessly killing Orcs as I go along, with my BH (=Better Half) as my ally.
Yes problem.
It is a beautifully designed, wonderfully elaborate, highly addictive PC game I am having to overcome this time.
Except that I don’t want to. Don’t need to, do I?
No, I have no kids.
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