Friday, November 16, 2012

Substitute Teacher. The best.

"Is Jaykwalen here?"
"Uh, do you mean Jacqueline?"
"Okay, so that's how it's gonna be. Ya'll wanna play. Okay then, I got my eye on you Jaykwalen! Balakaye. Where is Balakaye at? No Balakaye here today?"
"My name is Blake."
"Are you out of your goddamn mind? Blaaaaaake? What? Do you wanna go to war Balakaye? Cos I'm for real. You better check yoself. Okay. Dee-nice. Is there a Dee-nice? If one of ya'll says some silly ass name, this whole class is gonna feel my wrath. Now, Dee-Nice."
"Do you mean Denise?"
"SON OF A BITCH! You say your name right, right now."
"Denise?" 
"Say it right."
"Denise."
"Correctly."
"Denise." 
"Right."
"Dee-Nice."
"That's BETTER. Thank you. Now, is there an Aye-Aye-Ron? A-A Ron, where are you? Where is A-A Ron right now? No A-A Ron huh? Well you better be sick, dead or mute, A-A Ron..."
"HERE. Son of a bitch..."
"Why didn't you say it the first time I said it? I said it like four times, so why didn't you say it the first time I said A-A Ron?"
"...Because it's pronounced Aaron." 
"SON OF A BITCH!" 



So, my workmate and I have been quoting this nonstop. Actually. Key and Peele are the funniest! My favourite comedians. I'm pretty sure our other workmates think we're mad....

Monday, November 12, 2012

recently in my life...(said in Miranda's voice)

1. The election. I watched our good friend Obama's speech on livestream when I got home from work, and I was so happy I was basically punching my fist in the air. Love him. 


2. Friday after work I took a walk along the Wellington waterfront in the sun and read my book. It was fabulous - there were some buskers drumming away and there were people out eating ice cream. Summer's on its way! 


3. Oh hai, most devastating book ever. I'm really enjoying it though - I've seen the movie but I really wanted to see what the book was like. Kevin, ugh. The worst. 

Sorry guys, my camera is pretty much useless so i'm relying on instagram/my iphone to take all my pictures for me! It's been a good week, busy, but I've been really enjoying work at the moment. I've been rocking the phone calls and I feel really confident, so that's good! I also made a lovely new friend who looks like a mix between Adam Goldberg and Aziz Ansari (picture it...) and I couldn't be more happier.

If any of you have instagram, my username is jamieleecarter :) x

Saturday, November 10, 2012

saturday night browsing.


The Top 10 Relationship Words That Aren't Translatable Into English



Mamihlapinatapei (Yagan, an indigenous language of Tierra del Fuego): The wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to start. 
Oh yes, this is an exquisite word, compressing a thrilling and scary relationship moment. It’s that delicious, cusp-y moment of imminent seduction. Neither of you has mustered the courage to make a move, yet. Hands haven’t been placed on knees; you’ve not kissed. But you’ve both conveyed enough to know that it will happen soon… very soon.

Yuanfen (Chinese): A relationship by fate or destiny. This is a complex concept. It draws on principles of predetermination in Chinese culture, which dictate relationships, encounters and affinities, mostly among lovers and friends.
From what I glean, in common usage yuanfen means the "binding force" that links two people together in any relationship. 
But interestingly, “fate” isn’t the same thing as “destiny.” Even if lovers are fated to find each other they may not end up together. The proverb, “have fate without destiny,” describes couples who meet, but who don’t stay together, for whatever reason. It’s interesting, to distinguish in love between the fated and the destined. Romantic comedies, of course, confound the two.

Cafuné (Brazilian Portuguese): The act of tenderly running your fingers through someone's hair.

Retrouvailles (French):  The happiness of meeting again after a long time. 
This is such a basic concept, and so familiar to the growing ranks of commuter relationships, or to a relationship of lovers, who see each other only periodically for intense bursts of pleasure. I’m surprised we don’t have any equivalent word for this subset of relationship bliss. It’s a handy one for modern life.

La Douleur Exquise (French): The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.
When I came across this word I thought of “unrequited” love. It’s not quite the same, though. “Unrequited love” describes a relationship state, but not a state of mind. Unrequited love encompasses the lover who isn’t reciprocating, as well as the lover who desires. La douleur exquise gets at the emotional heartache, specifically, of being the one whose love is unreciprocated.

Koi No Yokan (Japanese): The sense upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall into love. 
This is different than “love at first sight,” since it implies that you might have a sense of imminent love, somewhere down the road, without yet feeling it. The term captures the intimation of inevitable love in the future, rather than the instant attraction implied by love at first sight.

Ya’aburnee (Arabic): “You bury me.” It’s a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person, because of how difficult it would be to live without them.
The online dictionary that lists this word calls it “morbid and beautiful.” It’s the “How Could I Live Without You?” slickly insincere cliché of dating, polished into a more earnest, poetic term.  

Forelsket: (Norwegian):  The euphoria you experience when you’re first falling in love.
This is a wonderful term for that blissful state, when all your senses are acute for the beloved, the pins and needles thrill of the novelty. There’s a phrase in English for this, but it’s clunky. It’s “New Relationship Energy,” or NRE.
  
Saudade (Portuguese): The feeling of longing for someone that you love and is lost. Another linguist describes it as a "vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist."
It’s interesting that saudade accommodates in one word the haunting desire for a lost love, or for an imaginary, impossible, never-to-be-experienced love. Whether the object has been lost or will never exist, it feels the same to the seeker, and leaves her in the same place:  She has a desire with no future. Saudade doesn’t distinguish between a ghost, and a fantasy. Nor do our broken hearts, much of the time.

Friday, November 9, 2012



"You think that we don’t love each other? You know, I have loved this girl for nineteen years, Ben. That is fully half my life. I know everything there is to know about her. I know the mood she’s in when she wakes up in the morning - always happy, ready for the day. Can you imagine? I know that she is honest; she won’t even take the little shampoo bottles from the hotel room, or sneak into the movie theater for a double feature. She always buys a second ticket. Always. I know that we have the same values, we have the same taste, we have the same sense of humor. I know that we both think that organized religion is completely full of shit. I know that if she is ever paralyzed from the neck down, she would like me to unplug her - and I will. I know her position on just about everything, and I am on board. I am on board with everything about her, so you tell me, Ben. What better woman could I have picked to be the mother of my child?"



So, I just saw Friends With Kids and I loved it. Adam Scott just happens to be my new celebrity crush - how good looking can one guy be?! 

my dear.

"To me, our lives are fast approaching death. So, let's go out in my suit and your black dress."
- Ed Harcourt, 'Black Dress'


Monday, November 5, 2012

fireworks, cold feet and imagine dragons.


This song came on in the car today, when my friends Gemma and Josh and I drove to watch the fireworks at the lookout next to the Botanic Gardens and the cable car. It was perfect. I was huddled in the backseat in my ballet flats and thin silk pants, no raincoat or hat, ready (or shall I say, not ready) to go stand in the rain to watch the fireworks. Gemma and Josh were bickering cutely about where to park. We parked next to an old guy who creepily stared in at us, so we went and huddled up in the rain at the lookout to wait for the Wellington guyfawkes display. It's on every year, and it's amazing. Fireworks in the shape of planets, smiley faces, big sparkly globes, stars reaching to the heavens. Everyone oohs, and aahs, no matter how many times you've seen them. I've seen them every year since I've lived here - it's kind of like a tradition. Like Gemma said, though, the fireworks are never as good as the first time we saw them in 2008. Us, wide-eyed first years, never knowing what a true fireworks display was. Beaut.
I love hanging out with old friends. It reminds me of who I am, you know. I'm still that little first-year at heart.

"It's time to begin, isn't it? I get a little bit bigger, but then, 
I'll admit, I'm just the same as I was.

Now don't you understand,
That I'm never changing who I am?"