tony zvear

SIIIIIICK!

i am sick. chills, aches, nagging cough, runny nose, the telltale red rashy upper chest and throat. i can't taste anything, but for some reason i'm force feeding myself cheap waxy chocolate. it's one of those times though that it feels kind of nice to be sick, an excuse to lay in my bed all day tomorrow and drink tea and read and write and cancel social engagements, maybe wander to the potraviny and buy better chocolate. geez i'm such a girl. i always talk about tea and chocolate. i bet you a hundred dollars i will be really into gardening in ten years. anyway, jen is going to vienna this weekend with her swedish beau which gives me all the more reason to not move from bed tomorrow. place all to myself!
long day at work. i had to cover for a girl who teaches morning classes, so i taught those and then did my normal afternoon stint. marketa picked up on the fact that i was sick and tried to give me a home remedy. marketa is pretty cool. she's probably about my mom's age, which i'm guessing from the fact she has a son my age. she wears her hair in two long blonde braids and wears big hippie sweaters and hunting jackets. i want to be like marketa when i grow up. i bet she gardens too! ok, i want to be like marketa, except for the gardening part, if she gardens. marketa doesn't speak english very well, but we always try to talk. so she was attempting to give me this home remedy for sore throats and was asking the kids what some word was in english, but none of the kids knew.
"it in kitchen. small. oriental.
"ginger?" i guessed.
"no, no. in czech, its word for pound into wall."
"nail?" i said. "nail, nail!" she was really excited about this. "add twenty nail to hot water. no pay at apotheke. works." she winks and gives the a-ok sign.
i didn't really have the heart to tell her that adding twenty nails to a cup of hot water would probably give you lockjaw.
i asked my favorite student if there was a word in czech that sounded like "nail" but he had no idea what i was talking about.

shit, i just i know i'm going to start gardening. i'm so rebelling against this. i'm already trying to go on "nature walks" and buying ecologically-friendly house cleaners. i've helped my aunt a gajillion summers managing her oversized garden. it's in my genes. it's coming. what's the opposite of gardening and can i get into that without violating any laws?


title of this blog is a reference to the only film i'd recommend seeing from the short film festival i went to tonight. it was about a guy with abnormally large ears who fell in love with a girl with abnormally large ears.