"Real courage is when you know you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what" -Harper Lee

Affairs of the heart

Posted: August 21st, 2008 | Author: Ann | Filed under: Book Reviews | Tags: , , , | No Comments »

When things can go so sweetly…

ALAMNACA (Ulwa, Nicaragua) - To find one’s niche, to meet a kindered soul
PELAR LA PAVA (Carribean Spanish) - To be alone romancing one’s sweetheart
ANDARE IN CAMPOELLA (Italian) - To go into a secluded spot in the countryside to make love
HIZA O MAJIERU (Japanese) - To have an intimate talk (literally, to mingle each other’s knees)
QUEESTING (Dutch) - Allowing a lover access to one’s bed under the covers for a chit-chat
GHALIDAN (Persian) - To move from side to side as lovers, to roll, wallow or tumble

… how can they bo so bitter at the end?

AKI GA TATSU (Japanese) - A mutual cooling of love (literally, the autumn breeze begins to blow)
RAZBLYUTO (Russian) - The feeling for someone once but no longer loved
DEJAR CON EL PAQUETE (Spanish) - Abandoning a woman one has made pregnant (literally, to drop the parcel)
PLAQUÃ (French) - Dumped (literally, laid flat or rugby tackled)
CAVOLI RISCALDATI (Italian) - An attempt to revive a lapsed love affair (literally, reheated cabbage)

-Taken from the book “The Meaning of Tingo - And other extraordinary words from around the World”


Escape

Posted: June 29th, 2008 | Author: Ann | Filed under: Book Reviews | Tags: , , | No Comments »

I have this little routine that I love to do when I travel, if I need to change planes I have two very necessary stops, Starbucks and a Book Store, nothing like sitting around a waiting room with a grande cup of White Chocolate Mocha and a good book that I’m pretty sure I’ll never find back home. On one of my trips I found a book called “Escape, Stories of Getting Away” which is a collection of short stories for anyone and everyone who had dreamt of getting away from it all sounded perfect to me!

 

Here’s a little extract from the book:

To escape is human. We enter the world wet, salty, slicked with a coat of hemoglobin, licking, screaming into life with the urgency of one kept too long from a feast which everyone else has long since joined. And yet, once there, we spend so much of our life running off, figuratively and literally, to anywhere but here; to other places, other loves, other states of mind. Escape is not a place, but a border between the real and the imaginary, the faked and the invented, the routine and the fantastic”