Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Typing, Cafeteria Food, and British Summer Time

As I sit here, putting off the typing of my first essay which I hand wrote last night (and which my left hand still hasn't forgiven me for), I would just like to reflect on the fact that cafeteria food, no matter what country you are in, can be strangely, and oftentimes unecessarily mysterious. I just finished a quick lunch in the cafe with my roommate Laine, and we both ventured for the veggie burritos. In Ireland the food is incredibly similar to what we are familiar with at home, with the and exception being the addition of "spring corn" and "spring onions" to the vast majority of selections. Oh, and there is obviously no such thing as mashed potato flakes, and so even the cafeteria version of this staple is authentic and delish. The veggie burrito was interesting though. It was filled mostly with tomatoes and carrots, with a few random black beans. I guess that is just one of the characteristic features of these school lunch companies. They sure like to make stuff up that makes absolutely no sense.

I also would like to say that being on "British Summer Time" (which is an hour earlier than GMT even though it is to the west of the Greenwich timeline) is getting tiring. I spend most of my time online well before any of you think about waking up, let alone have time to go online and respond and so I feel like everything is so one-sided. I write an email, or blog, and then have to wait some 24 hours before getting a response. I know that sounds crazy, but I guess it's just being a product of the internet age, and this generation's lack of patience. But it's lonely not being able to email back and forth throughout the day. I miss Central Time. And having a computer of my own at home.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Yeah but when you drunk dial people it is earlier there so you don't wake them up!

Colleen said...

Thomas, you need to chill out. You are up at 3 am talking about running marathons and triathalons.
I would drown if I tried to swim more than two laps.
Katie, I don't drunk dial. But if I ever am in the situation where I could or would remember to, I will call you, and only you ;)