Front
Back (apologies for my handwriting!)
The text of the postcard is
Dear Ellen,
What do you think – syndication?
[Following that, a work of art you’ll just have to check out.]
Eh!?
Sincerely,
DumbFunnery.com OR @DumbFunnery
Recently I decided to take my German learning attempts to the next level. That is, LEVEL 0.2. My current level is doing Duolingo every day (or close to that), which has been going well.
I thought for next steps two things might make sense – a pen pal or reading children’s books in German. I’m anti-social enough that the pen pal idea lasted about one second.
For the children’s books I googled for German children’s books to learn German and what do you know – handy results came back. Great! I ordered three books:
Morgen, Findus, Wird’s Was Geben (Tomorrow, Fundus, Will Give What … That can’t be right, but I have no idea what it is)
Eine Woche Voller Samstage (A Week of Saturdays)
Oh, Wie Schön ist Panama (Oh, How Beautiful is Panama)
I looked forward to my three books with great anticipation. When they arrived I happily took the package home, opened it, and was immediately filled with … Whatever word means the emptying of ambition. These are no children’s books! These are more like elementary to middle school books! I wanted to be treated like a 3 year old having a book read to me! Dang it!
Oh, Wie Schön ist Panama is the one I will start with. It’s the easiest of the three. In this book a bear and a tiger (adorable) are on a journey to visit Panama (super adorable). I don’t know why, or if they succeed, my German isn’t that good. And, frankly, at this point I basically open a page, type word for word what I see into Google translate and then say ‘ohhhh, ok, I knew three of those words.’
Wish me luck on my likely fruitless endeavors.
Also, lesson learned, Germans do quotes differently. For example, in Oh, Wie Schön ist Panama they use these guys: << and >>.
<<Wer wusste?>> (Who knew?)
(I have no idea what’s happening in this book … but I’m excited to stumble through it 10 years from now.)
Recently I woke up around 1030 pm (both my wife and I had gone to bed a bit after 8 – PARTY!) and my clothes were soaked with sweat, as was the pillow I have between my knees, and my pj’s. It was … gross. BUT! My fever was gone, I felt great compared to how I was feeling when I went to bed.
After changing clothes, putting a towel down over my side of the bed (seriously … so much sweat), I laid back down and went to sleep.
But … aren’t fevers crazy?
Your Body: ‘Ok, we’ve got a code yellow. I repeat a code yellow. We have some intruders and we’re going to need to combat this so we feel good.’
Creepy, Dark-Hooded Phantom in the Corner: ‘Burn them.’
Your Body: ‘Uh … I mean … we’ve got lots of different blood cells, maybe we just concoct the right mix of -‘
Creepo: (Smiles) ‘Burn them all.’
Your Body: ‘Nah man, you’re not listening.’
Creepo: ‘Do you feel that?’
Your Body: ‘Wait! How are you doing this? Why are we so warm?’
Creepo: ‘No one likes it when the temp is set to 102!’
Your Body: ‘You’re perfectly freaking right no one likes it. Ahhh. I feel miserable!’
Creepo: ‘Yes. YES!’
Your Body: ‘How am I so cold? Quick! Blankets, all the blankets!’
Look, I’m no scientist, but this is how I figure it happens. There’s some pyromaniac living inside you who decides to just light the whole place up whenever something is amiss.
Psychotic, huh?
DumbFunnery 