Jack Frost

I doubt they stay at 65 mph... And I lived in the state for most of my life.

I've never heard of speeding limits as suggestion. lol But I can definitely confirm that radar guns are illegal in Pennsylvania for use beyond the state police on state highways (interstates and state routes... that's it...). Maybe that's what Rob's hinting... Local cops cannot legally catch you with a radar gun, but rather with old-fashioned methods... paint stripes on the road and a timer. No wonder why Jersey drivers annoy the shit out of us.

Be good. Heal well.

It's made to handle slower streets like in downtown rather than on a major avenue next to the highway.

I can't believe I was so unaware that this was going on. That's what I get for free of Internet in Spain. For my bday... Thankssss!!!

I love you all. Most especially Lacey for drawing up me. <3<3<3

So cool...

Won't tell. Just till I can marry him.

Chuc mung nam moi. I'm doing it in the Vietnamese way.

Or Jack Frost is keeping aiming all wrong?

Congratulations. You have gotten more snow than Montreal throughout winter now.

You're speaking my language.

The thing is... The pic doesn't look like any ordinary washroom. But no thanks... It's always too cold there. That's not the Canadian way. The Canadian way is go to the manager to apologize for hurting yourself. Then the manager apologizes. Finally you apologize for making the manager apologize. And leave as if everything is all sorted out.

Toronto... NOT EQUAL TO CANADA.

I know someone whose surname is Hussey. He's half-British. He didn't know the meaning of it until I told him last fall. He must be feeling glad it's only his second surname (Spanish tradition) that he rarely uses in real life.

Hockey. At least we can sneak a lucky loonie in ice without anyone knowing it. Unlike Turin. ;p

Trying out the new cam that came with the new laptop that my parents gave me for Christmas.

I had some TimTams and vegamite on buttered toast to honour this day. Not to offend the Aborigines.

I've been telling you over and over...

;p

I just finished this last night. Le dernier homme qui parlait catalan -Carles Casajuana It means "The Last Man who Spoke Catalan". There is no English version yet as it's rather new (published originally in Catalan last year). Basically, it's about two writers living in an almost empty run-down apartment building in central Barcelona (both were being pressured to sell the apartment to the owner so the latter could resell the whole building at a profit due to rising estate prices). One of which writes in Castellan (Spanish spoken in Spain) and other writes in Catalan (native language of Barcelona and several surrounding regions in Spain and France) and both defend with passion their choice of language in books (one argument, Castellan is spoken by hundreds of millions whereas Catalan only had about seven-eight millions). It's a mixture of friendships, rivalries, love (both tried to compete for the girl, but failed as at the end she got sick of writers who put books before everything; not necessarily a flaw), linguistic and cultural philosophies, and a hint of nationalist ideologies. Also the Catalan writer speaks in details about Catalan on verge of extinction later this century due to various, sometimes imagined, reasons (centuries of oppression and subornation from the late 18th century until the end of the Franco regime in the 1970s) in goal of alerting readers to take more interest in and appreciate centuries of rich history of Catalan literary works. All to avoid Castellan from taking too much foothold in Catalan culture (literature, events, books, films, etc.). It is exaggerated because Catalan, unlike other European minority languages, is getting stronger and recovering from decades of Castellan-based nationalist dictatorships in the 20th century, but the author, from a narrative point of view, wanted to put the readers in another prescriptive of what could've happened to Catalan if the language hadn't gotten such strong support from the Catalan government now. Hence the title, the last man was a 99 year old villager in the Pyrenees and a professor from Boston, not believing that the language has completely died out, found him and interviewed him for months before the last speaker, and the language as well, died. Now I'm moving on to... Vers l'est -Mathieu Handfield "Towards to the East". I haven't started yet, but the back says (literal translation): "Paul spat out blood that came back up out of his mouth and let himself slide down to the ground. The two others took him by shoulders and put him on the bench. Hauteville slid a hoodie under his head to make a pillow out of it. - He's going to get sicker and sicker, Normandin. We gotta get moving. - It could've been quicker if we had known where we were going. - No, it could've not been quicker. It would just be less scary. Drive, it's your turn and I'll deal with him."

Catalan... I really love that accent... I can't help that there's something quite distinctive in the speakers' voice (at least the male ones). Even my two Catalan friends have that same similar distinctiveness... Could be the pitch or tone that is slightly deeper than what I'm used to. This is an example...

In your dreams.

I don't think the Village will disappoint you, but remember... It's only a small part of the city. If you spend a week, you're going to get bored with it. We have loads of other great stuffs. As a local, I will be very happy to help you out pointing out to places/events that meet your needs. I'm traveller too. I would even recommend visiting places outside of the city because Canada is pretty much 90% of nothing, yet full of wonderful sceneries. For the Village event, I would recommend Mado Lamotte: www.mado.qc.ca But this drag queen (I f**king love her... she's so damn hilarious) always does her shows at her own club in French. Actually... French could be a misnomer because she always speaks in full-blown Québécois.